"Of course not, Braindead Mage. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Sang Zhefeng said with a smile, but his words were clearly tingling.

This sentence came directly into the ears of these people, and directly these young people who were less than twenty years old instantly showed angry looks on their faces, and some of them had even taken out their staffs.

"What did you say?" One of them pointed the staff directly at Sang Zhefeng, his face full of anger.

But he was immediately pulled down by a man next to him who seemed to be the leader.

"Excuse me, what do you mean by that? Do you think that the mages are intellectually unable to catch up with you? ”

This one was obviously calmer than his other companions, but his eyes were full of anger.

They have never heard anyone say that they are brain-dead, and normally speaking, they are the only ones who say that others are brain-dead.

After all, a profession based on IQ, and those martial arts that rely on muscles to eat, are more suitable for being treated as brain-dead, which is simply obvious.

Sang Zhefeng didn't look at the young man, he walked towards a bookshelf next to him, and picked up a book on it,

I opened it casually.

"I'm not talking about the mage, I'm ......," the corners of Sang Zhefeng's mouth showed a smile again, "I'm just talking about you." ”

His words directly ignited the anger of these young people, and a few of them even recited the spell directly, if it weren't for the fact that the guy who looked like a leader over there was still a little sane, otherwise these guys might have been fighting in the library.

"Your Excellency...... Are you insulting us? It's just that that person also looks a little unbearable, and it is estimated that if Sang Zhefeng continues to stimulate them, they are likely to challenge him directly.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the books, still didn't look at them, he just said leisurely: "This is the library, and most of the people who come here are here for knowledge." Maybe any of them will become the next magician. ”

Sang Zhefeng closed the book, squinted at them, and said, "That is to say, maybe the person you insult today will step on your head after a while and say that you are brain-dead." ”

The young man at the head narrowed his eyes and said, "Then it shouldn't be your turn to preach, Your Excellency." ”

"Really?" Sang Zhefeng closed the book and said, "Then, let's make a bet." Don't look at me so murderously, I think you are all geniuses who claim to be intellectual, so it's not good to attack people with random spells. A bet, let's play a game. ”

His words seemed to have magical power, the voice was not loud, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears, and the voice was leisurely and inexplicably pulling people's hearts.

The young mages looked at him with unkind eyes, but judging by their expressions, they seemed to be attracted by Sang Zhefeng's suggestion.

"What do you want to bet on?"

The young mage looked at Sang Zhefeng warily, and Sang Zhefeng smiled evilly.

"It doesn't matter what you bet on, it's up to you to make the bet, the key is...... What is the stake. ”

He pointed to his head and looked at the mages as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

"Or do you kneel down after you lose?"

He spoke wildly.

The faces of the mages in front of him instantly became very ugly, and the color was almost like pig's liver.

"Your Excellency, don't deceive people too much!"

The mages were really about to explode, and they all raised their staffs again, and a faint light flickered on them.

"Oh? Is it? But I don't think so. ”

He opened his arms and squinted at them.

"You ...... Can't? ”

Sang Zhefeng's words completely angered those young men with strong blood, they gritted their teeth and raised their staffs, but they fell down again, as if they were restricted by something.

The young man at the head calmed his breathing, stared at Sang Zhefeng deadly, and said:

"And your Excellency, what can you be paid for?"

Sang Zhefeng pointed to his head and said, "I'm at your disposal." ”

His words were full of casualness, but when they heard his words, no one felt that this guy was panicking.

The language of this person in front of me seems to be magical, which is convincing.

The teenagers glanced at each other, then the one in the lead nodded, and said, "Okay, we promise you." ”

Then he looked at Sang Zhefeng, smiled a little fiercely, and said, "Then, let's make a bet." ”

Sang Zhefeng shrugged his shoulders and said he was listening.

"If you can attend this gathering of Mages Serrigan, you win."

A grim smile appeared on the boy's face, and the boys around him had similar smiles on their faces when they heard this.

The Serrigan Mage Gathering is the highest mage gathering in the city, and only the top mages are likely to receive an invitation to this gathering. And the teenager in front of him was able to enter this super party for some personal reasons.

So, he didn't believe that the guy in front of him would be able to enter the Serrigan party.

The list of parties had been decided, and he knew who would come, and those were basically celebrities who had already been fixed, and there was no one in front of him at all.

You said you got an invitation to a banquet? Ha, what a joke. If the Serrigan Banquet was so good, would it still be called the strongest mage gathering? Even those fourth-order mages have to be that kind of celebrity to enter.

It's not unheard of before the sudden invitation to enter, but it was an invitation to the fifth-order mage "Debater" Lale, what is this guy in front of you? Fifth-Order Mage? Don't tease me! Are you kidding? Will a fifth-order mage be on the first floor? Would a fifth-order mage be so young? A fifth-order mage would make a bet with us students?

If it was really a fifth-order mage, we would have been kicked out a long time ago, and we would still be bickering.

The young man kept thinking in his heart and said this bet.

"Absolutely."

Sang Zhefeng said with a smile on his face, and the speed made the young man in a trance for a while.

He...... It was as if I was convinced that I could enter the banquet.

Could it be ......

The boy threw out the distractions in his head.

It's unrealistic, it's absolutely impossible.

He took a deep breath and said, "Then, in the name of Zambiaira, the bet is established." ”

Sang Zhefeng was stunned for a moment, and the system immediately popped up a dialog box next to it, which read: [That is the contract language of this world, with the protection of the gods, it is basically absolutely enforced. 】

"In the name of Zambiala."

Sang Zhefeng didn't be stunned for long, he quickly picked up the young man's words, but the group of mages in front of him didn't want to talk to the hateful man in front of him at all, they just turned their heads and left.

Before leaving, he glared at Sang Zhefeng fiercely.

Sang Zhefeng just smiled and didn't say anything.

It wasn't until the teenagers left that he said a word.

"It's good to be young."

[Huh? How can you have such an exclamation? Where did your dragon arrogant momentum run just now? 】

Sang Zhefeng looked at the place where the teenagers disappeared and smiled again.

"These little guys...... Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers......"

【…… This style of painting is right ......]

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"I said, big brother, do you know what the Serrigan party is? You're going to make this bet? I--Or you put your retinue with me first? I can keep them safe after you fail. ”

"It's just a banquet, nothing difficult...... But why do you keep following us? ”

Sang Zhefeng squinted at Ji Li, with a smile on his face, but there was a chilling feeling.

Jiri flinched back, but he still didn't listen to his steps.

The traverser just now saw it in his eyes, and now in his gaze, the one in front of him is a standard endorsement of Long Aotian - of course, it is not ruled out that it is brain-dead.

At least judging from the fact that he dared to take the bet, he either really has the strength or is really brainless......

As for why he has been following Sangzhefeng?

Seriously, he doesn't even know what he's supposed to do now.

The money is almost gone, and he doesn't have any skills that he can use to survive, and he finally saw a character who looks like Long Aotian, how can he not keep up?

You might be able to start a main quest!

If you follow the plot of a normal novel, the one in front of you may hang up, and then these two girls are in his season!

Even if it's not a normal plot, there's no harm in being behind Big Brother, isn't it?

But now, Jiri still has to think about how he wants to explain his tailgating state along the way.

"I think you might need my help."

Ji Li said with a serious face, looking at him, it was as if he had seen through Sang Zhefeng's plan.

Sang Zhefeng looked at him and was really about to laugh.

He had seen people like this before, always dissatisfied with their current situation, complaining about the unfairness of the world to them, hoping to be powerful and enjoy the world, to be the protagonist of the world - but they also did not think that if they really had that kind of power without moderation......

The real "protagonists" will come and kill them.

The kid in front of him was similar, but Sang Zhefeng had no intention of ignoring him. He had no obligation to him. Why bother him?

And just when he wanted to completely ignore this guy and walk away, he subconsciously paused his steps.

He seemed to remember...... I used to know such a person.

That was a long time ago...... When I was still called by that name......

He smiled bitterly, then turned his head and said to Ji Li:

"I do have something you need to do."

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[Sang Zhefeng, what do you mean by that mission? And...... Why would you let that guy do something like that? Have you awakened your conscience? 】

The system complained about Sang Zhefeng's behavior, and Sang Zhefeng silently lowered his head and did not reply.

Joan of Arc and Artoria in the back also looked at Sanzhefeng curiously, and they didn't understand what Sanzhefeng was doing.

Sang Zhefeng still seemed a little silent, in fact, he himself didn't quite know why he did it.

In the end, he only sighed and said, "I'll go find a way to enter that Serigan banquet first." ”

He walked forward a little sullenly, and the girls glanced at each other, but still followed behind.

And Sang Zhefeng couldn't stop sighing in his heart.

Sure enough, it was still an occupational disease at that time......