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After the contract is signed, there will naturally be a banquet.

At first, Mo Shi felt that the banquet had nothing to do with him: the slaughtered cattle and sheep, the game meat, the opened wine barrels, and the burning bonfires were only a scene in front of him for Mo Shi, and although he did not like to make noise, he would be willing to sit by with the flask in his hand and watch the young men howl at the moon—their cries were deeper and more gentle than those of real wolves, and sometimes pleasant.

However, the Duke of Firebird asked him to dine in the house and sit with the rest of the retainers.

Moshi didn't know where he was to sit, most of the people he didn't know well, and he couldn't find Sheka Hawthorn's place for a while, but Diffor Firebird was the first to see him, so he invited him to sit down beside him.

This young man is very similar to his father, and he is also very conscious of being an heir. He was more arrogant, bold, and cheerful than his brother Dino, and was born believing that no one in the world had the right to refuse any of his demands.

There was a strange smell of spices on Diffonor's body, which was hot and pungent, giving the upper part of his throat a slight spicy taste.

At first, Moshi thought it was an incense he hadn't smelled in the red sand castle, but later he realized that it might be the smell of the so-called "Efaya", one of the forms of gender pheromone penetrantism.

Diffonor was intrigued by Mostone's magic, amnesia, black eyes, hair, and slender ears, and he politely lifted Mostone's hood with his fingers and looked inside. Mo Shi had to respond one by one with some embarrassment.

Things didn't have much of a problem up to this point, and Mo Shi could still handle it until—

"I have heard that the Duke has an army that uses a strange and powerful bow and arrow. ”

From the seat of the Autumn Crow family opposite, such a sentence came out.

Then a young man stood up, glass in hand, and saluted the Marquis and Duke.

The young man had emerald eyes, and now Moshi had heard of his name: "The Man of Good Words", Willy Fei. He was one of the marquis's favored courtiers, and served by the marquis's side, and seemed to be quite respected.

"Shall I have the privilege of meeting the man who invented that weapon, Your Royal Highness the Duke of Firefinch?" he walked around to the table and bowed deeply to the Duke in an exaggerated tone as if he were performing a show, "I suppose that Lord must be your favorite minister, and he must be here?"

The Duke smiled and turned his gaze to Mo Shi.

As a result, everyone's eyes finally focused on Mo Shi after some exploration.

Mo Shi felt as if he was being pointed at a full bow and arrow.

He had to stand up.

"This gentleman is none other than the brilliant inventor of the world, Moshi. The Duke proclaimed loudly, with a sharp smile in his words, pointing at the defeated Crow, "I thank him for his contribution to this victory, and he presented a beautiful jewel to the crown of the name of the Firebird." ”

"He's a doctor of literature? Oh, I don't mean to be offended. Willy Fei said quietly, then turned to Mo Shi and bowed exaggeratedly again, "It's just that since you were able to invent a magical weapon, I thought you were a strong warrior. ”

"Actually, he is the 'archmage' of the Red Sand Castle. The Duke said.

Mo Shi didn't know when he would have such a name.

However, the other party suddenly raised his voice and said in surprise: "Mage! That's a coincidence. ”

What a coincidence?

"I know a little bit of spells, too," said Willy Fei, "and maybe you'd like to give me some guidance?"

A burst of laughter erupted from behind Willy Fei (not from the Firefinch retainers opposite).

And Willy Fei only turned his head slightly, and gracefully opened his arms and bent his knees.

This again caused laughter. This time, Mo Shi heard the mockery in those voices.

The Marquis of Autumn Crow spoke, with a thick drunken voice: "Willy, don't you be killed, my darling-you, you're really not suitable for fighting with people, you're not good at that, why don't you sing us a song or read a poem?"

"But this Mr. Moshi doesn't look strong, so let's have some fun together. What does it matter, my lord, it's just a competition, it's not a duel, it's not a war to the death. Your Royal Highness, I ask for your permission. ”

The Marquis's drunken eyes looked at Mo Shi.

Among the snowwalkers, Moshi appears short and slender.

Mo Shi couldn't help but take a half step back. He felt a little frightened. He had a hunch that the so-called "spell competition" would not be conducted in the same way as humans, and that it was clear that for snowwalkers, magic competitions had other meanings.

The marquis burped and nodded silently under the gaze of everyone.

Mo Shi was suddenly terrified.

"Master Diffonor......" he looked at the noble young man beside him, and heard the pleading in his words.

"Ah, I've heard you're not in good health. Dino also told me that you are not good at martial arts. But that's all right," said Diffonor, lowering his voice and smiling, "look at that beautiful embroidered pillow." He's a guy who uses clever words to get on top, and he doesn't have any real skills. ”

"No, no—"

It's not like that.

For Moshi, fighting a snowwalker is no different from asking a human to fight a lion and tiger with his bare hands. What's more, the other party also has a spell that strengthens the function of the body.

"But how do you ......," Diffandor finally noticed his pale face, "so you're really not proficient, are you?"

Mo Shi closed his eyes in despair.

Diffonor frowned, and said, "You're going to suffer a little, but I'm not going to let you die." Go ahead. ”

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Willy knew in his heart that this was, of course, a despicable thing: a fight offer to an emaciated and almost sickly opponent.

However, that humiliating war, in turn, gave justification to it.

The crow was the one who was insulted, defeated by an unjust war, and forced to sign a humiliating contract. Their anger needs an outlet, and the cunning and clever Willy Fei has found this suitable opportunity. He was also sure that the Duke of Firesparrow would be willing to sacrifice this small gap in order to make concessions.

This is what makes Willy Fei stand out: although he can't win territory and possessions for the autumn crows, he knows how to use his advance and retreat to please people.

He watched as the sorcerer, armed with his staff, walked up to the clearing and confronted him.

Willy thought sympathetically: Even as a sorcerer, this Mr. Morse was terribly weak, and he was probably a man who had been tormented by illness since he was a child and was rejected by the gods.

At the same time, he did not hesitate to give his arms the spell of "hardening" and the muscles of his legs to "strengthen". Now that he was ready for battle, even the right leg that had been broken was filled with strength, while another spell ensured that the bones were connected tightly enough – a spell he had mastered not so long ago – that he was sure he was at his best.

The mage on the other side just stood, clenching his staff and his lips squirming.

Willy could smell such a palpable smell of fear, and no matter who he was, he would not be so ignorant of the fact that he was at a disadvantage. Maybe he was really scared.

For a moment, Willy was genuinely sorry.

But he spread his claws and rushed forward—

He was eager to prove himself, so eager that he didn't even notice it himself.