Shall we go to open up the wasteland together tomorrow?

"I see."

Last looked normal, but his fat hands rubbing back and forth betrayed him.

It seems that he is not as calm as he looks on the surface.

"You know, not everyone can afford a weekly salary of 2KB."

Old Occam gave Ethan a look that you know.

This is obviously to help Ethan raise his value.

A weekly salary of 2KB is not a small amount, which is equivalent to a senior white-collar worker in his previous life.

However, for the arena, a person who can remove the curse of "God's Disarmament" is fully worthy of this salary.

Last remembered it thoughtfully, and then took out a stack of arena tickets from his arms and handed them to Occam.

"Thank you Mr. Occam for your treatment. I would like to thank you on behalf of the arena. I hope everyone can have time to watch the game in the arena."

Occam took the ticket, which read: Monthly Champion Finals, Area A 0315.

Tickets for the Monthly Champion game have always been hot, and this is a relatively front position in the arena, and you can even hear the sound of the two sides fighting.

Still a bit sincere.

Last turned around and took out another envelope, and handed it to Ethan with both hands.

"I want to thank Dr. Ethan here. Thank you for your superb medical skills. Please accept my sincerity."

Ethan did not take it directly, but looked at Occam.

The latter nodded slightly.

He took the envelope.

Seeing Ethan take the envelope, Last was also very happy. He put his hat on his chest and nodded slightly.

"Since their injuries are no longer a problem, then... we won't bother them."

After that, he took the two fighters and retreated to the door.

"Dr. Ethan, you must come to watch the game when you have time. Last will wait for good news."

After that, he turned around and left with his two men.

Ethan stared at the envelope in his hand in a daze.

He tore open the envelope and found a ticket to the arena.

It was printed with gold-plated fonts: Monthly Champion Finals!

There was no seat number on the ticket, only a number 005.

Occam was slightly surprised when he saw the ticket.

"This is also a ticket for the finals of the monthly champion. It is very popular outside."

"Why is there no seat number on the ticket?"

A waiter asked curiously.

"Hey, isn't there one?"

Old Occam pointed to the number 005 on the lower right corner of the ticket.

"This is a private room. It looks unseen."

The private room is the VIP room of the arena, specially prepared for federal nobles and some prestigious people.

Occam carefully held it in his palm and handed it to Ethan solemnly.

It seems that this is also the first time he has touched it with his own hands.

"It's a pity that there is only one ticket."

Ethan shook his head.

"Haha, you don't have to worry about this. There is no limit on the number of people in the private room. The default is no more than five people, but it is said that ten people are more than enough."

Occam explained with some envy.

"That's great. Let's go and watch it together."

Ethan raised the ticket in his hand. There were less than eight people in The Wizard of Oz.

It shouldn't be so crowded in the private room.

"Great~"

The guys cheered.

But Occam shook his head and said reluctantly.

"Silly boy, the reason why Last left the tickets for the private room is to give you a chance to meet and chat. It would be too tactless for us to go."

"Besides, we also have tickets, and they are in the front row, which is already very satisfactory."

Ethan repeatedly gave in, but everyone tacitly refused.

Helpless, he had to give up.

The rhythm was disrupted by the small episode in the middle, and Occam refilled the rum, and the small party to celebrate Ethan's admission to university continued.

Until Occam was drunk unconscious, everyone dispersed one by one.

Ethan, who had not drunk a drop of alcohol, saw that it was still early, and went into the small laboratory of the Wizard of Oz again.

The six little mice that had just used the secret medicine of white mice have all entered the stage of hair loss. It is estimated that six cute little meat balls will be seen again tomorrow morning.

As for the first three mice that used the secret medicine and were successfully transformed, two of them had been injected with a trace amount of snake venom.

These two mice were lying in the cage, and they were in good spirits.

But it is estimated that they have not completely gotten rid of the influence of the snake venom.

When they saw Ethan feeding, the two mice trembled and walked to the trough to eat.

Although the movements were a little slow, at least there was no trembling and twitching when they were just injected in the morning.

Ethan was happy.

This shows that the mice have produced a trace amount of antibodies.

After making simple notes, Ethan returned to his room.

Looking out through the window, the silver moon was reflected obliquely.

Ethan opened the logbook and began to read and translate page by page.

Since he was baptized by the black box on the big ship, Ethan felt that his brain was transforming, and the most intuitive manifestation was that his memory was getting better and better.

He could remember almost everything he had seen after reading it twice.

When reading this logbook before, Ethan needed to translate word by word.

Now, I only look at the dictionary a few times when I turn a page of my journal, and sometimes I don’t even look at the dictionary once for several pages.

“April 1, the eighth year of Hill III.

The city in the sky, the place that only appeared in myths, actually exists.

When I got that magical monocular telescope, my worldview was turned upside down.

Sure enough, the appraiser did not deceive me.

That telescope is indeed the product of an alchemist.

Under the starlight, I looked at the changing ghosts in the monocular telescope.

My yearning became stronger.

I must find the sky city. ”

“April 5, the eighth year of Hill III.

Today, Master Hawke finally came out of the room again.

He said he had some inspiration, but he could not grasp it. I think he was short of wine.

When the servant put a large jar of micro-bubble thick liquor in front of him, he picked up the jar and drank it.

Looking at his hungry appearance, he really loves wine.

When there was little left in a large jar of wine, he opened his frighteningly bright eyes and muttered the three words "Wind God Sail".

After drinking the thick liquor, Hawke pushed me out of the room directly. It seems that he really has inspiration.

I told the servants to fill Hawke's room with fine wine, hoping that he can understand my good intentions.

Two days later, more than half of the wine was gone.

I still underestimated the degree of alcoholism of the dwarves.

Barrel?

"April 6, the eighth year of Hill III.

Master Hawke told me that he would go back and call his dwarven brothers over.

This is really great news.

I led a team of thirty people and escorted Master Hawke to Ironforge, the gathering place of dwarves.

I didn't expect that although Ironforge has the word "fort" in its name, it actually has nothing to do with a castle.

The always mysterious Ironforge is hidden among the mountains and fire.

The flames almost set my hair on fire.

I guess only dwarves can live here.

"

PS: Recommended vote teleportation array.