The old man sat on the sofa with a hint of arrogance on his face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Richard scolded him in his heart, what is a villain? This is the villain! Forgot how your dad helped you? If it weren't for Lao Tzu biting his finger in pain, you would be a corpse!

It's a pity that the old man feels good about himself.

He is a dignified eighth-level great magician, and even if he stands in front of Tris, he has a certain amount of capital. In the entire Bekaa City, the number of eight levels is only ten.

He was able to talk calmly with Richard, but he still remembered the old days. Otherwise, if the low-level mage hugged his leg and shouted Dad, the old man would not have taken a second look.

But this guy is not an ungrateful person, and he is thinking about giving Richard some gold coins, and the relationship between the two sides is over.

The old man lost his previous enthusiasm for Richard and was a little disregarded. He thought in his heart that he was a great magician, and he was messing around with a low-level mage all day long, and it would be disgraceful to spread it.

Last time, I bought him a pair of magic armor, which can be regarded as a payment.

After breaking through the eighth level, the old man's mentality changed, and in the blink of an eye, he forgot how he begged Richard.

Strange knowledge? A calm and composed mind in the Tower of the World? It just means that he has the hope of becoming a strong man! This kind of genius seedling fire old man has seen a lot, and ninety percent of them died halfway.

In his opinion, this kind of person can have a good relationship with him, and he doesn't need to make friends too deliberately. Anyway, there will be no need for Richard in the future, what can a third-level mage do?

Richard saw the performance of the old man in his eyes and secretly labeled him as a second dog.

Standing between the two, Lia, even if she doesn't understand the world, can smell a trace of unusualness.

Why is my brother standing, but the old man is sitting on the sofa peacefully? With this old man's character, shouldn't he have asked his brother to sit down, and he sat down?

Richard was expressionless, as if he didn't care about his attitude at all, pulled a wooden bench and sat opposite the old man Huo, and said in a good time: "Old man Huo, what are your plans for the future?" After all, you're an eighth-level magician. ”

The word eighth, he bit extraordinarily hard, as if he was sarcastic.

But the old man of the fire didn't hear it, and said to himself: "Alas, the eighth level has an eight-level circle, which is different from the low level. ”

This sentence seems to mean something, no matter how good Richard's heart is, his face still turns darker.

Nima, you old white-eyed wolf, without Lao Tzu, can you be promoted to level eight?

These words, he held in his heart.

The old man sighed leisurely, glanced at it, and ordered, "Xiaoya, get some tea, my throat is a little thirsty." ”

Liya was slightly stunned, a little uncomfortable with his change of attitude, how could Huo Lao be the same as a different person? Where has the old man who used to be kind and smiling gone? Richard winked before she came back to her senses and went downstairs to make tea.

Hum... Old man Huo, sooner or later, one day you will come back crying and beg me, Richard thought secretly.

Winding fragrant tea, the old man took a sip and let out a sigh, a master.

Richardy smiled and said, "Huo Lao, do you have any plans in the future?" ”

"Hmm..."

After pondering for a while, the old man said truthfully: "After being promoted to the eighth level, if you want to improve your strength again, you can only rely on the Holy Pattern. ”

"I want to take refuge in a Stigmata Master."

It's the Holy Tattoo again.

Richard frowned imperceptibly, feeling more and more the strength of the Stigmata Master, in a few days, at the auction that will open, he must buy a vice saint emblem to study it carefully.

Picking up the tea and taking a sip, Richard said intentionally or unintentionally: "In Bekaa City, there are not many Stigmata Masters worthy of your refuge. ”

A pointful smile: "Tris counts as one." ”

Sure enough, the old man Huo's face was not very good-looking when he mentioned this name, he brushed Tris's face in the Tower of the World, and the two of them did not deal with each other's personalities, if he had a choice, the old man Huo did not want to take refuge in him.

However, there are too few Stigmata Masters in Bekaa City, and Tris is the strongest.

The old man snorted, "Alas, I've lived in Bekaa City for fifty years, maybe it's time to leave. ”

Richard sighed, with a fake sadness on his face, and actually scolded in his heart: Stinky old man, what about repaying me for what you said? People go to the city, and your promises turn out to be all?

It seems that Richard's status in the eyes of the old man is already comparable.

He said lightly, "Elder Huo, what kind of Stigmata Master do you think is suitable for you?" ”

This question made the old man Huo stunned. He thought about it and said slowly: "Of course, the higher the level, the better, and if you are good at the fire attribute holy pattern, the better..."

Once the chatterbox was opened, the dead old man gushed endlessly, talking about addiction, and said cheekily without shame: "It's better to be considerate of your followers, not to treat them as people, not to have followers by your side all day long, and not to complete too dangerous tasks." Well... Also, I'm so happy if I know how to make a set of holy emblems. ”

"Hehe, a little better tempered, if it were a young and beautiful woman, I would be very happy." The old man smiled and rubbed his hands disrespectfully: "I'm old, I don't have a baby, I don't ask too much, a girl who looks like a young girl, in fact, has a female saint stigmata master of fifty or sixty years old, it couldn't be better." ”

The more Richard listened, his face darkened, his stomach churned with nausea, and finally his lips twitched, and he felt the urge to slap his ears and scrape!

Nima is too greedy, right? A stinky old man in his fifties is still a young girl? Take a mirror and look at your stinky face?

After a while, the old man finished talking, and drank the tea in the cup unsatisfied, and Liya was stunned for a while, forgetting to fill it up.

The old man smashed his mouth: "Little girl, pour tea, my throat is a little dry." ”

Only then did Liya come to her senses and gave him a strange look, her eyes complicated.

It turned out that the kind old man was just an illusion, and his heart was several times more obscene than his brother.

Richard coughed embarrassedly twice and said with a dry smile: "Your requirements are relatively high." ”

"Hehe, after all, I'm an eighth-level magician, people, I always have to pursue a little." The old man stroked his white beard and said proudly.

Finding the right time, Richard said a sentence that had been brewing for a long time.

"Since Bekaa City doesn't have anyone who Elder Huo wants to follow, and you don't want to go out of the city, it's better to find a gifted Stigmata Master."

Slow Si took a sip of tea, and Richard had a confident smile on the corner of his mouth: "I can assure you that the future achievements of that Stigmata Master will not be lower than Tris. ”

The old man was stunned, his expression turned serious, and after putting down the teacup, he said solemnly, "Who is it?" If that person has good talent, he can be on the shortlist. ”

Thinking that the enrollment of this Bison College is about to start, is there any good seedlings in this period?

The old man's eyes lit up, and he had a good relationship with a Stigmata Master who had not yet risen, which was far better than following those veteran Stigmata Masters who had become famous.