Chapter 20： How should the **** of the Internet worship?

"Huh...huh..."

The rapid and heavy breathing made the teenager's lungs dry and scorching. Every time he breathed the air, it was extremely hot and painful.

But the boy was still running desperately, and his physical pain could not conceal the ecstasy on his immature face.

The floor of the slum was wet and slippery. When I stepped down, mud mixed with some substance was squeezed out from the gap between my toes, making my toes unable to grasp the ground.

He fell and fell a dog to eat shit. He was very dirty.

But without any hesitation, he got up and ran away again.

He finally ran to his destination.

This is a narrow alley with shanty towns on both sides completely stacked by stones, wood and hay.

There are countless houses stacked in a seemingly small place. Every winter, the snow will crush one or two of them.

On the narrow aisle, people come and go.

"Huh...huh..."

The young man put his hands on his knees and took a few breaths. After a little bit of energy was relieved, he shouted hysterically: "The great news...huh... The Great Mage Theodore said... from now on, we All of us can practice magic!"

With the hysterical shouts of the teenager, the shantytown became quiet.

Countless people looked over.

After a breath, the hall roared with laughter and spread all over the shanty towns.

"Hahaha..."

"The mud boy, he stole the mercenary master's money again, and was beaten stupid, right?"

"You melon baby, do you want to make fun of us? It's a beggar!"

Various laughter and curses came from the shanty town.

"Really...I didn't lie!"

The boy was dumbfounded, and his face flushed from running wildly became more and more red.

"It's okay, don't run out, do more work for your mother."

"That's right, I know sneaking around all day long."

The neighborhood scolded.

"I didn't, these are true, Master Theodore said in front of the Magic Tower!" The boy jumped in a hurry, and he explained desperately, but no one believed him at all. Who made him miserable?

No, it should be said, what he said is ridiculous.

Magic has always been practised only by aristocratic masters. How could they, untouchables, be qualified to learn?

The ridicule of the neighbors caused his mother to rush over in frustration, pick up his ears, and drag him home.

Along the way, the young man saw Grandpa Second, grinning at him with old yellow teeth; Uncle Teeth threw debris at him; the beautiful aunt was lying on the window disheveled, giggling at him.

The boy is in a hurry.

He suddenly became anxious and screamed:

"From the great existence of the blue star, you are the master of language and writing, and you are the pioneer of the Internet. Under your protection, I will be connected with all beings and everything."

sounded, and a scroll radiating bright light appeared before his eyes.

At this moment, the roar of laughter all over the alley came to an abrupt end!

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The deserted yard temporarily expropriated as a school is crowded with people.

Looking carefully, almost all of these people have rough and dark skin, all in stitched linen, and they are so dirty that they have not been washed for how long.

Obviously, almost all of them came from the low-level civilians nearby.

At this time, the scene was as messy as a vegetable market.

The children squeezed in front, and the adults stood behind, showing yellow-orange teeth, spitting and chattering.

"Old Caitou, do you come to recognize characters too?"

"Yes!"

"Let me tell you, learning magic is not easy at our age!"

"Hey, how can I think of magic? I wondered if I could learn to learn fighting spirit, keep fit, and work better! It's really not possible. It's better to look at the official website of the Empire. I can listen to the long sleeves. It has everything, but it's interesting."

"Yes, I also heard what the village literate said. I always thought that the empire was the emperor and the city lord, as well as the master of the master. I didn't expect that there were so many doors and ways."

The adults are chatting about the actual content, but the children are screaming for who is worse!

"The magic gods are the most powerful, our empire, the most powerful are the three magic gods!"

"Fart, the most powerful is the **** of the Internet! He is the real god."

"The magic **** is also a god! He is the most powerful of the magicians, even more powerful than Master Gambilin!"

"The **** of the Internet is the most powerful anyway."

"Then what do you say about the **** of the Internet? Will he control the flames? Will he summon cones of ice? Will holes appear in the earth?"

"He can... he can use the Internet, if you have a kind, don't use the Internet!"

"Yes, there is a kind of you don't go to the Internet, don't go to learn magic."

"Magic on the Internet is the God of the Internet, and he must be the most powerful."

When a group of children were blushing with noise, someone suddenly chanted "quiet".

"Quiet and quiet, the teacher is here!"

Accompanied by a cry of exclamation, the yard that was still noisy at the first moment became quiet for a second.

I saw a young man with an arrogant expression walking onto the stone platform.

He looked at the despicable untouchables below with a look of disdain. To tell the truth, if it weren't for teaching to be regarded as a formal establishment, he could enjoy allowances and 200 Internet points per month, so he would not come to teach these untouchables!

However, when he looked at the awe and eager eyes of the untouchables, he suddenly felt a little vanity in his heart.

thought to myself, it might be a good choice to come over to teach, at least it's better than being used as a dog in the city lord's mansion.

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Under the silver star tree covered like a crown, an old couple carefully spread out the envelope that the mercenary brought by the way.

That is a letter from my son.

A rare letter two months later, there is only a lone piece of letter paper in the envelope.

The letter paper is not written as usual, but on the contrary, it wrote something about "interconnection magic".

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the master master in the city, he would send people along the street to yell for propaganda.

"My baby has sent the soul number!"

The old man shouted to his wife with surprise on his face.

"What? What soul number?"

"That's the personal number on the Internet...Oh, you don't understand, you wait!"

The old man explained that he slowly recites the prayers recorded in the letter, which are also the few words that the master has sent people to promote in the past two days.

Accompanied by his singing, the iconic unreal scroll of the Internet unfolds in front of him.

The old man followed the instructions in his son's letter, and it took half an hour before he added his son's account.

When he repeatedly confirmed that the number was entered correctly, and clicked the virtual button of confirm, in just a few seconds, the social network feedback that the other party had agreed.

did not wait for the old man to figure out what to do next.

A small piece of illusory parchment suddenly popped up on the Unreal Scroll.

The parchment on the top is the unique soul mark of his son, and the bottom is two circles, one red and one green.

The old man clicked on the green one.

Suddenly, a sound made his eyes blurred. UU reading

"Father, is that you?"

"Ah, is it the baby?" The old man didn't speak, his wife grabbed him and raised the volume in surprise.

"Mom, it's me."

"Oh, where are you? Why can't I see you?" the old woman hurriedly shouted, turning her head and looking around the yard.

"I'm in the port of Camp!"

"Ah, are you still there? So that... Then why does your voice sound like in the yard?"

"Hahaha, mom, this is the voice call of Interconnection Divine Art. From now on, we will be able to call every day!"

"Huh? Interconnection Divine Art, isn't this something that Master Master talks about every day?"

The old woman looked at her wife, who replied: "Isn't this the thing?"

The two old men and their son were amazed by the interconnected magic. After a while, they changed the subject and cared about their son's work.

Knowing that his son is doing well with Old Burt, he even started to practice magic recently. He has already condensed his soul power and was praised by Old Burt. The two old men were extremely happy.

"Parents, let's not talk anymore. I'm going to work. Let's talk again at night. By the way, remember to go to the magic item store and order an interconnected Mithril ring. The login time with prayer words is too short."

"Okay, well, go quickly, take care of yourself, don't save money, buy some meat to eat." The old woman stretched her head and shouted to the call interface, for fear that her son would not be able to hear it.

"Hey, I know mom."

beep!

The call was over, the parchment that appeared on the virtual scroll disappeared, and the two old men stood there speechless for a long time.

For a long time, the old woman wiped the corner of her eyes and said hoarsely: "Old man, how do you think the **** of the Internet should sacrifice?"