The conversation between Crassus and Amy has regained the attention of the guests.

There are some old guests who have seen Amy shoot at Sargeras in the morning, Rao is the resistance of the lava demon, and he was almost burned by that small fireball, and now Crassus actually let Amy make a move, and if he loses, will it be a bit too much?

"Look at the purple-gold mage staff mark on his mage robe, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that only the mage robe of the Los Empire that worships mages can have this mark, right?" At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman on the side stared at Crassus's left shoulder, and said in some surprise, where a purple gold staff the size of a little finger was embroidered.

"Is it really, could it be that this old magician is an imperial enshrinement?" The companions at the same table were also a little surprised when they heard this, and looked at the mark on Crassus's shoulder, this is the highest honor recognized by a human magician, and no one dares to pretend to be casually.

The conversation between the two fell into the ears of the people next to them, and their eyes couldn't help but look at Crassus's shoulder, although most of them had never seen the mage, but they still heard a lot of rumors.

After the death of General Alex, the Imperial military has not appeared for a long time to be able to slay the dragon with the power of a single person, and when the evil dragon attacked the Imperial town in recent years, most of the figures that appeared were those who worshipped the magician, who used powerful magic to disperse the evil dragon and protect the peace of the party, and became more and more respected and loved by the people.

Moreover, the empire worships magicians, at least magicians above level eight, each of whom is extremely powerful and has made great achievements for the empire.

If this white-robed magician is an imperial magician, then he is at least an eighth-level magician with a high status.

This is the seniors who want most magicians to take off their hats and pay tribute, but they are deflated twice and three times in Amy's place, listening to what he just said, this posture is mostly to take Amy as an apprentice, but the little girl still looks down.

"When did it become so difficult for an eighth-level magician to take on an apprentice?" A question flashed in everyone's hearts at the same time, if Amy was young and didn't understand, then with McGonagall's ability to set up such a multi-faceted and integrated restaurant, she would definitely not be able to recognize even the imprint of the Imperial Worship Mage.

But after Crassus showed this intention, McGonagall still looked calm, without the slightest sense of emotion, this abnormal performance surprised everyone, and there were some other conjectures about McGonagall's identity and strength, such as: "Maybe Boss McGonagall doesn't like that old magician, right?" Could it be that he is a more powerful magician than this old magician? ”

As for Crassus's invitation to Amy, after knowing his identity, everyone felt that there was no suspense.

One is the magician of the Los Empire, and the other is the little daughter of the restaurant owner who can shake when she walks, the difference in identity and strength between the two can be said to be worlds apart, even if Crassus stands there and does not move, it is impossible for Amy to cause him the slightest harm.

"A magician who can repel a dragon with a fireball technique is not only level eight, but at least a level nine magician, or even a level ten magician." Sargeras thought to himself that the scene outside Los Angeles was deeply memorable.

However, looking at Amy, Sargeras's expression became a little strange again, even if he was a tenth-level magician, if he underestimated this little girl's fireball technique, just like he did in the morning, he would probably have to suffer some hardships.

Although the fireball was small, it was not small at all, and the temperature was higher than the flames on his body. At this age, with such a terrifying talent, if he was a magician, he would probably want to take her as an apprentice.

Amy listened to Crassus's words, and suddenly became interested, and said a little unconvinced: "Grandpa Whitebeard, are you serious?" Come here with this fireball, you might die. ”

"Of course it's serious, little girl, even if you use all your strength, don't worry about me, if I can't even block one of your fireball skills, then I can only bully the children." Crassus waved his hand confidently, but he still felt a little warm in his heart about the little girl's worries.

Hearing Amy's own admission that he knew how to fireball, he was even more pleased, which showed that even if the bloodlines of the two clans were limited, she could still use magic and still have a certain degree of plasticity, but the specific talent needed to be seen up close to her once to know.

"I'm just worried that I'll accidentally burn the chair and table." Amy glanced apprehensively at the table in front of Crassus.

"......" Crassus didn't know what expression to express his feelings for a while, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even compare to a table and chairs, and he could only say helplessly when he was depressed: "It's okay, if it burns, I will compensate according to the price." ”

"Well, since you asked sincerely, then I have to throw you a fireball, this kind of request is really annoying." Amy nodded, the expression on her little face was like looking at a naughty child, she put the ugly duckling on the other side of the counter, looked at Crassus and said, "If you can't stand it, remember to call out early." ”

"That's not going to happen." Crassus shook his head, the expression on his face was relaxed, but he had a bit of a grandmaster's demeanor.

"Then I'm coming." Amy looked at Crassus, reminded him, put her little hand in front of her, and snorted into a ball of flames, which suddenly shrank into a small blue-purple fireball, and then threw it at Crassus casually.

"This pure magical power!" Crassus's eyes widened as he watched the flame rise from Amy's hand, looking at the shrinking blue-purple flame, the magical power in it was so pure and clean, unaffected by other elements, although it was only a small fireball, it had such an amazing energy.

Of course, this level of fireball was only a little flame for him, but he saw infinite possibilities in this flame.

At the age of three or four, he didn't receive any magic teaching, but he actually comprehended the fireball technique by himself, and it was instantaneous, and he even knew how to throw this fireball technique, this kind of talent, isn't it the genius he has been looking for?

And, the most important thing is that his favorite is this simple and crude fireball technique, other spells are not easy to say, but in the magic of fireball technique, in the entire Nolan Continent, he dares to say that his fireball technique is the fastest and most powerful, and no one even dares to recognize the second.

After all, even against the giant dragon, he directly greeted him with the fireball technique, and he could also smash those big guys everywhere, and he was the only one on the entire continent who could do it.

After a moment of stunned thought, the fireball had already landed on his long beard, and it caught fire at one point, and it rose upwards with a breath.

"Oops!" Crassus exclaimed, ignoring what he had just said, and got up and ran towards the door, his jaw blazing.