Wizards Can Collect

　　 Bambora Castle is located inside the town, on a steep slope, covering an area of ​​at least half a hectare, and behind it is a deep valley cliff. The entire castle is easy to defend and difficult to attack, overlooking Redstone Town.

　　 Adjacent to the school grounds, in two larger rooms, there are many confused boys and girls lying in them.

　　Rock

　　 Strength -1.3, Agility -0.9, Constitution -1.1, Spirit -1.2

　　Ability-Collection (3/3)

　　 In the corner of the room, looking at the panel in front of him, the people nearby did not behave strangely at all. Rock understood that other people couldn't see it, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　Although he was discovered by others, he could explain the past. There is no shortage of people with unique talents in this world, but he doesn't want people to know, because ability is about the deepest secret in his heart.

　　 He was originally not a person from this world, and it has only been seven days since he arrived here. The original body does not have any special abilities.

　　 "Too reckless---hiss---"

　　 He raised his hand and rubbed his face, affected the wound on his shoulder, and suddenly took a breath. He thought too deeply and almost forgot that he was a wounded.

　　 "The grandsons are really cruel, and the future will be difficult!" Thinking of what happened yesterday, he couldn't help but curl his eyebrows.

　　 Yesterday, he fought a large-scale group fight. The opponents were his so-called brothers and sisters, and the helpers were the same. As a result, his side lost, and the loss was terrible. That's how his injuries came from.

　　 Like him, there were more than a dozen injured people. Except for a few girls, all the others stayed in a big house, lying in bed to recuperate.

　　 There are more than 20 people living in the two adjacent rooms. They have a common identity. Without exception, they are all illegitimate children of the Bambara family, between the ages of thirteen and seventeen.

"Rock, do you think we can win next time?" Fermat's voice came from one side, and regardless of his answer, he continued, "We shouldn't have come, they let us into the castle, maybe for Let us be beaten---"

　　 He sighed, "Yes, that's it. We are illegitimate children who tarnished the blood of the nobles. We have no value except being beaten---"

　　 A few days ago, upon receiving an order from the Viscount Lord, a group of people followed the guards to the castle with longing and expectation. They thought they would be recognized by the castle and were given the noble surname ‘Bambora’.

　　 Unexpectedly, what was waiting for them was repeated ridicule and insults. I don't know who would act first and a fight broke out.

　　 One is a trainee knight who has received formal training since childhood, and the other is an illegitimate child of a field school. There are obvious differences in strength, and the situation is one-sided.

　　A group of people, each with a swollen nose and swollen skin, followed by skin trauma. The gap in their hearts made them very confused and helpless.

　　 At this time, a burly old man with white hair, holding a steel cane, appeared at the door of the room.

　　 Fermat's words stuck in his throat, staring at the door with wide eyes, struggling to get up from the bed, and always salute.

　　 "Master Viscount!"

　　 Rock did the same, as instinctively, jumped out of bed and bowed to the old man.

　　 The white-haired old man is the owner of the castle, the lord of Redstone Town, and the noble Viscount Bambola.

　　 "I'm late."

　　 When Viscount Bambora spoke, the rooms on both sides suddenly became quiet, and only his voice was left. After a pause, he went on.

　　 "You can call me ‘grandfather’. Of course, some people should call me ‘Uncle Haran’. No one must call ‘my brother’---hehe!"

Viscount 　　 used a relaxed tone and chuckled after speaking.

　　 In the room, many people's eyes were a little bright, and no one dared to make a noise about what happened before, let alone agree with his jokes.

　　 "Look at this terrible environment. You actually let our nephew and grandson live in this kind of place. You are blaspheming the blood of the nobleman. You arranged it, Vincent?"

　　 Viscount looked around for a week and became dissatisfied. He tapped the crutches on the ground a few times and made a dull sound. He suddenly shouted outside.

　　 A body ‘pushed’ bowed down to the ground, and replied with a trembling voice: "My Lord Viscount, I arranged it, I listened to---"

　　 "Take him down, I don't want to see him, he is no longer the steward of the castle."

　　 Viscount Bambora waved his hand, and the voice fell. Two guards covered Vincent's mouth and forced him out of the room.

The Viscount turned around, and his tone became softer: "The blood of the Bambora family cannot be bullied. If someone misunderstands my mind, he should be punished. I will seek justice for you and give you a comfortable place. Teach your family secrets, I hope you won’t let me down."

　　 Viscount Bambora left for a moment, and a group of people fell into weird silence.

　　 "You slap me, let me confirm, you heard it right?" Fermat pressed against a freckled face and approached in confusion.

　　 "B---"

　　 How could Rock refuse such a request, and slapped his hand with his uninjured left arm.

　　 Fermat's reaction was bigger than he thought. He jumped up: "Yes, the pain is so real and clear."

　　 Is this guy crazy? Rock took a step back and looked at his slap in surprise.

　　 I heard Fermat say excitedly: "Haha---sir, the Viscount said, I want to teach our family secrets. If you hear me, we can learn the family secrets."

　　 Not only Fermat, many people in the room reacted similarly to him, and even more enthusiastic than him. One person cried in a low voice and laughed while crying.

　　 Rock also had an uncontrollable excitement in his heart, causing the corners of his mouth to be slightly tilted, bending out an arc.

"Damn it, why does this guy have such a strong obsession?" Roke cursed secretly. To be honest, he didn't feel very excited. For some reason, the former owner of the body left a heavy remnant thought, which often affected his behavior. Sometimes he can't control himself.

　　 Putting aside the factors behind it, he understands the reason for everyone's excitement.

As an illegitimate child, without being recognized by the family, he is no different from the status of a commoner, but in his heart he has the unwillingness that most common people lack, and he has the blood of aristocrats. How can they be willing to live a common life forever? , Haunted for a lifetime.

　　 However, the kungfu and combat skills are firmly controlled by the nobles. Except for some of the disordered basic breathing methods and crude sword skills, the nobles blocked the circulation of any book of kungfu and combat skills.

　　The secret method is the foundation of the noble family's inheritance. It would rather die than leak out. The viscount promised to pass it on to them, no less than a rain, so that they have the qualifications to gain powerful power.

　　 At the same time, it means that they have been recognized by the Viscount and become a member of the castle, a noble child. In the future, no matter how bad they are, they are at least an orthodox apprentice knight.

　　 "How can the pie fall in the sky!" Rock muttered, and his body's lingering thoughts calmed down.

"Bin? Don't worry about the meat cakes. From now on, we will eat meat directly, eat meat in large chunks, and keep it full." Feimara ran his sleeves and ran out, "The Viscount is punishing those guys and begging for us. Be fair, go and have a look."

　　 Hearing the news, the boys and girls in the room ran out one after another, ran to the edge of the school field, and looked around.

　　 A sturdy young man was being pressed to the school ground by guards and beaten with a horse whip. He clenched his head, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

　　 "Is he really the first one to do it?" Someone looked at the school field suspiciously and asked in a low voice.

　　 "That means he was the first one to do it."

　　 "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, everything was caused by him."

　　 Someone immediately answered his words. For the illegitimate children, it does not matter who is the first to do it. The important thing is that the Viscount Lord’s promise was fulfilled.

　　 After a while, the Viscount appeared on the school grounds and waved again to let people take the punished youth away.

　　 "Gui'an, my grandfather!"

　　 "Your justice is worth learning all my life, dear grandfather!"

　　 "You are so wise, Uncle Haran!"

　　 Various compliments sounded. At this moment, Viscount Bambora is the wisest and fairest person in their hearts.

　　 In the crowd, Andy smiled, his doubts deepened.

　　A group of illegitimate children who live outside, how can He De, is worthy of a powerful nobleman, and he will not hesitate to play a big show in person?

　　 Missing heir? It's not like, the group of guys who beat them, who is not strong, lacks arms and legs.