Chapter 2 Frost Leaf City

Old Quinn's cloudy eyes carefully scanned every corner of the first floor. He saw no one and no body, so he turned his eyes to the second floor.

"Amon..."

"Amon..."

He called softly, pretending to be looking for someone.

There was no response, only his hoarse voice echoed in the room, like an evil ghost from the underworld urging him to die.

Old Quinn walked up the stairs slowly, and just when he was halfway up, a chair flew down from above.

His face changed, and he threw it away with his left hand.

Amon jumped up, holding a stick in his hand, which was the only weapon he could find temporarily.

Old Quinn mobilized his soul power and stabbed the fork upward fiercely.

Amon swung the stick and hit the tip of the fork, blocking it.

With the power of jumping from above, he pounced on Old Quinn.

The two slid down the stairs together.

Old Quinn was below, bearing most of the impact of landing, and Amon rolled along with the momentum and took the fork from the other party at the same time.

"Ah... my leg." Old Quinn screamed and wailed while holding his left leg.

"What are you doing? I just came to borrow money from you... I just came to borrow money from you..."

"Really?" Amon calmed down his panting caused by the intense exercise. The movements just now had consumed most of his remaining physical strength.

He picked up the kettle on the table beside him, poured a glass of water, and placed it on the ground a few steps away from Old Quinn.

"Then I'm sorry, please drink a glass of water to calm your nerves."

Old Quinn looked at Amon in fear, and saw that he had raised his fork, looking like he would die if he didn't drink it, and began to cry and beg for mercy.

"Don't kill me, I was wrong... I was really wrong... Please..."

Seeing that he was unwilling to drink water, Amon confirmed his guess and stabbed him in the neck.

Old Quinn's emotions stabilized.

Amon walked to the water tank, scooped water with a ladle to wash off the blood splashed on his body, and washed his hands again and again.

The faint stench from the fork made him realize that it was a dung fork that had just been used.

Fortunately, he was not stabbed...

Otherwise, even if it was just a small cut, it would leave a shadow in his heart.

Amon changed into a clean set of clothes, found a dagger for cutting meat from the cupboard, and put it on his waist. He was ready to leave for Frost Leaf City.

First, he could get better information in the city and have more room for development. Second, if he killed Old Quinn, he would definitely have a lot of trouble staying in Shengen Village.

He was not interested in wasting time arguing with the family of the old gangster.

At the entrance of the village, Amon met a young man carrying a bamboo basket on his back. He was wearing a coat made of tanned deerskin.

Dimiter, the son of a hunter in the village, was enthusiastic and cheerful... Such information automatically popped up in his mind.

Dimiter also saw Amon. He waved and said with a smile: "Hey, Amon, are you going to the city?"

"Are you going too?" Amon looked at him with some surprise. Although Shengen Village is not far from Frost Leaf City, the villagers rarely go to the city unless necessary.

"Well, yes. My father killed a wild boar and asked me to sell it. In addition, the salt and matches at home are almost used up, so I have to buy some back." Dimiter pointed his thumb at the bamboo basket behind him, which contained half a slaughtered wild boar.

"Then let's go together. It's just right that you, the soul master, are with us, so it's safer on the road." He smiled a little honestly and touched the hatchet on his waist unconsciously.

There is an empty wilderness between Frost Leaf City and Shengen Village. Occasionally, ordinary wild animals such as wolves and wild boars appear on the road, which is a little dangerous.

Amon is not in good condition now, so he is naturally willing to go with others.

He raised his hand and took out a pair of crystal-like monocles from the void and put them on his right eye.

This is the ability of his external soul bone, which can materialize soul power and turn invisible soul power into real matter. The skill itself does not consume any energy, but it only gives soul power a special property.

This soul bone is very special. It is not attached to the body, but to the martial soul!

Although it does not directly bring powerful lethality, Amon can freely convert soul power into liquid or solid transparent substances.

The materialized soul power has a certain hardness and can reduce the impact of external forces. The hardness and impact absorption effect are proportional to the total amount of soul power he invests.

A very good auxiliary ability! This is how Amon evaluated this soul bone skill.

Of course, what makes him most satisfied is that it can generate monocles anytime and anywhere.

Although he is dominated by the personality and memory of the traverser, after integrating Amon's clone, he has also been infected with some of Amon's habits, such as feeling very awkward if he does not wear a monocle on his right eye.

Not long after, Frost Leaf City appeared in the sight of the two.

This is a small town, but it is the most prosperous place in this area.

The Northern Province is close to the Far North. Due to the harsh natural climate, the land is vast and sparsely populated. Frost Leaf City is located in the northern part of the Northern Province, which is even more so. The other nearest cities are also hundreds of miles away.

"Stop." The guards at the city gate stopped the two people. "Adults pay one copper coin to enter the city. If the goods exceed 50 kilograms, you need to pay an additional one."

He glanced at Amon and added: "Children can enter the city for free."

Dimiter hung the bamboo basket on the weighing bar, without pressing the weight of the weight, and threw a copper coin into the iron coin box with ease.

The guard nodded and waved his hand, indicating that the two could go in.

After entering the city, Amon asked, "Do you know where I can find a job in the city?"

"Looking for a job? Aren't you going back to the village?"

"Well, I want to see, there should be more possibilities in the city."

"Hmm..." Dimitri held his chin and thought for a while, and said, "When I came here a few days ago, I saw that the Ice Wind Junior Soul Master Academy was recruiting assistants. Maybe you can try it."

"Thank you for your information." Amon nodded.

After the two parted, Amon asked for directions again and again and walked towards the academy.

When he walked to a corner, a child with long red hair suddenly rushed out and hit him hard, and he fell backwards under the reaction of this force.

"Sorry, sorry." She quickly got up, apologized, and hurried away.

Amon pinched his monocle, looked at her back as she went away, and said, "Tsk":

"Interesting."

Ten minutes later, he arrived at his destination.

Two guards with iron bars hanging around their waists stood at the door, leaning against the pillars on both sides, listless.

One of them yawned, glanced at Amon who was approaching, and muttered in confusion: "Child? I haven't seen him before, he shouldn't be a student here."

"Hello, is this Bingfeng Junior Soul Master Academy? Are you still recruiting assistants?" Amon asked.

"Are you a soul master?" The guard quickly turned his back away from the pillar and said with a hint of respect.

"Yes, I heard that they are recruiting assistants here, so I came to give it a try."

"Please follow me, I will take you to see the dean, and he will handle all personnel matters personally."

Led by the guard, Amon came to a two-story stone building, walked upstairs, turned right, and came to the dean's office.

The guard knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The dean, Shi Guantao, was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, with white hair, a long beard on his chin, not deep wrinkles on his face, and a pair of bright eyes.

"Dean Shi, this gentleman is here to apply for the position of assistant teacher." After saying that, the guard left the office consciously.

Shi Guantao nodded and looked at Amon. Looking at this half-grown child, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Please introduce yourself."

"My name is Amon, a level 13 auxiliary soul master, and I have a lot of experience in close combat." Amon briefly introduced himself.

"How old are you this year?"

"Well... twelve years old."

"Let your martial soul out for us to see."

Amon followed suit and stretched out his right hand. With the flash of gray light, a translucent worm with twelve rings and star-like colors kept swimming in his palm. At the same time, a yellow soul ring slowly emerged, emitting a faint glow.

"Hundred-year soul ring? At your age, you should be able to go to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy for further studies, right?" Shi Guantao asked with some doubts.

"There are always some unsatisfactory things in life, and there are all kinds of helplessness." Amon shrugged, the corners of his mouth slightly back, pulling out a smile.

In Shi Guantao's opinion, this smile was bitter.

He nodded and said, "The salary of an assistant teacher is not high, five gold soul coins per month, food and accommodation are provided, and there is a one-week trial period. Of course, if the performance is good, the salary can be appropriately increased."

Amon asked in surprise, "Is that all? I thought there would be some assessment."

After hearing this, Shi Guantao laughed, "It's not that complicated. The work of an assistant teacher is not difficult. There will be formal school teachers to guide you. And you only need to teach some low-grade students, which any soul master can do."

Any soul master can do it... This sentence sounds simple, but in fact the threshold is not low. Because the condition of "soul master" alone screens out more than 90% of ordinary people.

"Do you have a place to live?" Shi Guantao asked.

"No, I just came from the village today."

"I'll take you to the staff dormitory."

After allocating the accommodation, Shi Guantao handed Amon a card with the college emblem printed on it. This is a certificate of faculty and staff. With this card, you can enjoy many conveniences in the college.

It was almost evening, and Amon was going to buy some suitable clothes and taste the local specialties. He subconsciously touched his chest and remembered that the lovely gold soul coins had left him.

Recalling the scene of colliding with the red-haired child on the road, he raised his right hand to adjust his monocle and whispered to himself:

"Interesting, I was robbed..."