Old Tom was suddenly named by strange nobles, a little confused, and he didn't know where these nobles came from.

A clever young man beside him had been warned by the knights earlier, and pulled Old Tom along.

The muttering of the young man and the old man fell into the eyes of the round-faced nobleman, and it was the first time he had seen a commoner dare to treat them so contemptuously.

Sure enough, it is a poor mountain and a bad water out of the people!

This is an affront to their nobility and must be punished severely!

The village of Bella is too isolated, and these villagers have been getting along with Charlie, who basically has no shelf, for a while, and for a while they regarded the nobles as Charlie as good-tempered.

The round-faced aristocratic young man spun around like a headless fly, and at last his eyes lit up, and he snatched the whip from the knights' hands.

He brandished his horsewhip and rushed towards Old Tom, fiercely looking.

Charlie couldn't stand it anymore and chased after him from the side.

Run to her territory, forget it, and beat her people?!

Who is being bullied?

Okay, she couldn't beat the round-faced nobleman who was tall and tall, but she could still easily do it if she found the crook of her knee and kicked it from behind.

Seeing that the big man of more than 1.8 meters had weak legs, he directly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Charlie retracted his feet and moved like an elegant cat.

"Hey, you're on my territory, don't you want to respect me as a master, huh?" She straightened out her non-messy cuffs.

The big round face of the nobleman who had just gotten up, and his embarrassed face turned purple.

The weak chicken who used to see people would only tremble and hide, that crying and wasteful Charlie, how dare he humiliate him so much now?!

The round-faced nobleman got up slightly embarrassed, and when he thought that the third prince was looking at him, and the noble lady who was traveling with him was also looking at him, in an instant, his mind exploded.

"Duel! I'm going to duel you! ”

Charlie glanced at the jeweled sword hanging from his waist, and then thought about his 6-series arcane and second-level spellcaster level.

She didn't have to say much, this level would definitely not be able to beat her arcane instructors, but her peers ......

Sorry, she's probably going to be able to hit ten now!

Frye wanted to stop this, but apparently, the small group that had been 'plotting' had been watching him all the time.

The two aristocratic men who were guarding him struck almost simultaneously and pressed Frye's shoulders.

"Fry, this isn't Corion's first move, you have to be reasonable." One of them whispered to him.

For a moment of Frye's hesitation, Charlie had agreed.

Originally, I just wanted to just release a missile and shoot people away, but unfortunately, these big young masters have so many tricks to die that people can't guard against it.

"Good, good! Why don't we sign another life and death contract? I broke your arms and legs, and you ran to cry to Frye again! ”

Eris narrowed his eyes slightly, but was pulled by Charlie.

Anyway, the prince of the empire is also here, if they become skeleton soldiers playing with mud together, the royal family of the Holy Platinum Empire will definitely go crazy, right?

But Charlie was also stunned, but with a smile on his face.

Why?

If you want to pit people, dig a pit for people to jump, don't pretend to be like a point, do people jump?

Meow, and those who bully the door just to be pressed to the ground and rubbed?

"Sign! Those who don't sign are the grandchildren of the turtle! ”

Although it is a bit strange to say this in a different worldly language, everyone can tell that it is definitely scolding.

The round-faced Corian smiled fiercely.

I have to say that the nobles abstained from the things they prepared for their trips, and as soon as they finished speaking, someone brought white paper and a quill stained with ink.

Both parties signed the improvised contract of life and death.

The contract is notarized by a neutral deity and takes effect immediately.

Frye, who had been suppressed, was speechless in anger.

He vigorously shook off the hands of the two nobles who were holding him, walked over to the bear-like nobleman and said something, but, obviously, it didn't work well.

The round-faced sturdy guy looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

He's just going to cripple this little piece of waste.

The Third Highness frowned slightly, but Charlie, who squinted at his eyes and was not smiling, did not stand up to stop him.

An aristocratic lady holding a lace folding fan stepped forward and took the initiative to act as a referee.

At the sound of an order, the giant bear-like creature looked up to the sky and roared, "Ah——! ”。

He seemed to find it very imposing.

However, if his opponent is a magician who needs to chant magic, then this is no problem, he will rush out after shouting, and he will probably not finish chanting on the other side.

But do Arcanists need to chant?

Just in time for the new arcane that Eris taught to herself yesterday!

"Evoke the High Necromancy."

In an instant, the black inert Ainstone emitted an inert black glow similar to its nature.

This is the equivalent of a gacha from the former world.

There are bigwig-level undead in the plane of the dead, and of course there are also small weak chickens, and the characteristic of this summoning technique is that what is summoned depends on the face.

Charlie is not afraid of failure, after all, she has a lot of times, and if she fails, she will come again.

A lich dressed in tattered mage robes appears next to Charlie.

From the rag-like mage robe, it could be vaguely seen that this was probably a red robe.

Charlie was very satisfied, and the 'lottery' was successful!

The lich returned to the world of the living, and sensing the summoner's thoughts, he did not hesitate to raise his broken staff and unleash a magic missile at a rointed, round-faced nobleman.

When a caster fights with someone, the most important thing is to keep their distance from the melee class.

The Magic Missile is the most effective spell to knock off, and is the 'starting hand' for most casters.

Sure enough, the magic missile flew out, and a certain bear-based man who started running after 'opening his throat' was directly knocked out ten meters away.

Well, this force is much lighter than the force of the Miami mentor who directly smashed the castle gate into slag.

At least, the guy didn't crumble into slag.

Dragons fight, and the loss of the castle has always been an untouchable pain in Charlie's heart.

Is that a home being demolished?

That's the money!

It's all her little money!

When I think about it, my heart aches and I can't breathe!

Who says estrogen isn't grumpy?

The money is gone, who wants to be a quiet beautiful girl?!

"Whack him to death!" Charlie turns his grief into anger and orders the round-faced man who has fallen into the bloody mold in the Lich Hammer Gladiatorial Arena.

"Fireball!"

The rotten staff swung and a scorching fireball unleashed.

Originally full of confidence, Corion, who thought that he could abuse the arcanist with the only fire attack he could resist, was directly stunned.

Can anyone explain to him why a rookie arcanist can summon such a high-level undead?

Then the spiral flame projectile, which was also going to be fast and accurate, emitted extremely high heat energy, and directly hit the tall noble.

This is where the seemingly flashy adventure suit comes into play.

It counteracted the typhoid fever of the Fireball Technique, but it couldn't counteract the impact like a cannonball hitting his chest, and Corion was directly knocked to the ground.

Is the enemy lying on the ground still the enemy?

No, that's the target.

The spectators were stunned, but the bear-type man Crane lying on the ground was even more stunned, because soon he ushered in the two consecutive fireballs of the worst duel in his life.

This development is not quite what everyone expected......

At this time, Corion, who had eaten four arcane courses in a row, wore nothing to wear,

As soon as he was ripe now, he opened his mouth and spat out a puff of black smoke that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

A good junior arcanist can only rub one fireball a day?!

Did the Arcanist deceive the world, or did the world deceive him?

Summoning a mage dead, the Infinite Fireball Technique, is it still fair?!

The only person present who could maintain his demeanor a little was the third prince, George, who was born in the royal family and had received a very strict education.

His blue eyes were full of brilliance, and he regretted it a little at this time.

If he knew that Charlie was so powerful, he wouldn't have indulged Corryn's provocation.

Now it is definitely much more difficult to throw an olive branch to recruit Charlie.

However, the audience's half-breathed relief was still premature.

Can it be pleasure to borrow someone else's hand to ravage the enemy?

No?

The Lich is constantly rubbing fireballs.

Rolling on the ground, Crane was dying.

It stands to reason that Corey has only one breath left, and the referee with a conscience should call it a halt.

But why didn't the aristocratic lady who had already seen a little cold sweat on her forehead shout to stop?

Of course, it was because they wanted to pit Charlie before, but the car overturned too fast, and they were caught off guard, so they covered themselves inside.

The contract Charlie signed had pitfalls.

It is stipulated that if one of the players in the match is too injured, then both parties can only leave the game if they agree.

It's fun, Corion is crying and screaming mommy now and wants to stop, but is Charlie willing?

After thinking about it, Charlie began to look around, and finally picked up the short leather whip that Corion had taken from the knight on the ground.

"Huh! You're going to be scheming, huh? Today, I watched the master smoke your face full of peach blossoms! ”

Fry: "......"

What have happened to his friends?!

Corion let out a scream like a pig, and the nobles present, male and female, all looked away, unable to bear to look at them directly.

Only Ereth, with a very strange complexion.

Charlie didn't stop until he had half of Corion's remaining breath.

He said 'viciously' to the two nobles who came up to carry people with iron faces, "If you don't want to die, don't provoke me in my territory."