The World of Deities

Chapter 273

"I'm playing with mud." Little Albert smiled at his father.

The father looked at the mud marks on his face and mud ideas all over his body, smiled and said, "why play with mud?"

Little Albert smiled and said seriously, "I want to be a big sculptor, make artificial limbs like real legs, and let my father walk the same as before!"

Little Albert sniffed proudly, habitually scratched the wing of his nose with his dirty index finger, and added a small mud mark on his face to cover a little freckles.

Father laughed and rubbed Albert's hair.

"Then we agreed that when you make a prosthetic like a real leg, I'll call you Albert the great sculptor!"

"Good!" Little Albert laughed merrily.

At that time, my mother had not died and my father could not drink.

The warm picture disappeared from his eyes, and the light in Albert's eyes was dim.

He gently stroked the magic prosthetic, took a deep breath and entered the room.

The strong smell of wine came on his face, and Albert's whole face was wrinkled into walnuts.

A middle-aged man was lying on an inclined bed with disheveled hair, stained with several broken leaves, hazy eyes, two legs in an eight figure shape on the bed, one leg intact, and a wooden prosthesis embedded under the knee of the other leg.

"Father, I'm back." Albert bent slightly.

"Yes." The middle-aged man snorted and couldn't see whether it was an answer or an attack of alcohol.

"I made a magic prosthetic. Although it can't be the same as the real leg, it's much better than the wooden leg. I'll press it for you now." Albert said cautiously.

"Yes."

Albert stepped forward, skillfully removed the wooden prosthesis and gently replaced it with a magical metal prosthesis.

Albert got up and looked at the prosthetic legs that fit his father's legs, with a happy smile on his face.

"Father, get up and try. This magic prosthetic is very powerful. The elders of the puppet society praised me." Albert's tone was full of pride.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man didn't seem to hear Albert's voice at all. As soon as he turned around, he picked up the wine pot and poured wine into the glass.

Tick

Three drops and then stop.

He shook the jug vigorously. The jug was quiet and smashed it at Albert.

Albert dodged quickly.

Bang!

The jug smashed against the wall, scattering fragments.

"How much money have you made this month?" The middle-aged man looked at Albert with his eyes lit up a little.

Albert was stunned. He was about to say two thousand gold eagles, but he looked at the magic prosthetics, which had been used up.

"I've been trying this month and haven't made much money." Albert was nervous.

"Waste! I raised you for school. Is that how you repay me? Look at your neighbor's Strauss. He's about your age and can work. What about you? If you don't study well and don't earn much money, what's the use? It's better to have a dog than to have you! "

Albert was silent. He went to Plato college because he passed the talent assessment. After going to school, he not only didn't spend his father a penny, but also often made money to support his family.

But wine is expensive.

"Get out and buy me some wine. Next time you don't bring wine home, don't enter this door! Get out! "

Albert bowed his head and turned away.

He walked out of the door, into the yard, out of the house and down the street.

As the sun set, Albert could no longer help but shed tears wantonly.

"You forgot, but I remember."

He wiped his tears and walked slowly alone.

In the room of the arena.

Su Ye looked at teacher niden's magic letter again.

"Mount ares has made a judgment to exile you for ten years and leave Athens within three days. Don't go yet. Stay there. I'll find you right away. Remember, don't leave. "

"Yes."

Su Ye simply returned a word, quiet as water.

After a long time, footsteps sounded.

Su Ye raised his head, and teacher niden in a black robe pushed the door in.

The five section staff was suspended on his right side, emitting a faint light, and followed him.

"My smartest student, how can he still look cold when he sees your best teacher." Niedern smiled.

Su Ye didn't have a good way: "those who can laugh now must not be good things."

Niederon immediately restrained his smile, coughed, stretched out his right hand and said, "touch my ring with your ring of space, and I've brought all your things. Two magic source badges, three schools "help me submit Zachary to the magic Council to see if I can change the magic source badge." Suye road.

"Is that all right?" Niederon was stunned.

"After all, I'm helping magicians fight against the nobility. If such a good drama doesn't count as a contribution to the magic world, who dares to fight against the nobility as a magician in the future, right? You write my words in the application. " Suye road.