Wiener's face was as dead as ashes, and he never spoke again of bringing Richard back to the family. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for Liska, he couldn't afford to lose that face, and he had already withdrawn from the crowd.

Leah's big silver eyes flashed with excitement, it was really unexpected that the fire-like grandfather who was like a wall-grass had such a firm stance this time.

The old man stood behind Richard, waved his hand at Wiener, and said coldly, "Get out." ”

A scorching wind swept up, and Wiener's body was uncontrollable, rolling to the side in a panicked scream.

Richard, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Huo Lao, thank you." ”

This thank you is extraordinarily weighty, as if it has been brewing for a long time. The old man was stunned, his eyes burst out, and sending charcoal in the snow was exactly the ending he wanted.

I have to say that the appearance of the old man of fire actually has a lot of utilitarianism in it.

He knew very well how difficult Richard's situation was, and once someone stood up at this time, I was afraid that no matter what his status was, he would be able to leave a deep impression on Richard.

But this did not prevent him from having a good impression of Huo Lao.

Others understood it, but they didn't do it.

The old man stared at the figure of Rocius tightly, and suddenly regretted the decision just now, as if he had missed something crucial.

Not long ago, Rocius had pulled his younger brother to appear with him, but the old man refused to do so. No matter how you think about it, it seems so unreasonable for a high-level great magician to bow down in front of a fourth-level hairy boy.

Recalling the old man's evaluation of him, Richard was very talented, and he had the hope of becoming a ninth-level stigmata master in the future. But talent is a mysterious thing, how many talented people have been lost in history since ancient times?

For example, Maisiel's attitude towards Richard, even if he had mastered instantaneous magic? You don't have to be the first freshman to become her disciple.

Rocius's approach is tantamount to a gambler's desperate efforts to break the boat.

Once Richard's future is limited and he stops at a low level, then the fire old eighth-level great magician signed a follower contract with him, and dangling behind Richard's belly all day long, wouldn't it make people laugh off their big teeth.

The old man didn't have the courage or the guts, and even sneered a little.

He admits that Richard is talented, but he doesn't think Richard will necessarily become a strong man.

But at this time, the old man inexplicably felt a trace of remorse, as if something had passed by his home, and he gradually drifted away, and he might not be able to touch it for the rest of his life.

A long time later, when Rocius, who had become a saint, stood in front of him, the old man suddenly woke up and regretted that he had lost the opportunity to step into the saint level forever.

What's even more regrettable is that the old man Huo also threw an olive branch to him, but unfortunately he didn't catch it.

As for the Blood Tiger Mercenary Group and the others, they had some embarrassment on their faces.

The Blood Tigers are not scattered people, their every move involves the entire force, and it is impossible to stand by Richard's side at all costs, just to bet on his future achievements.

Of course, Richard was already very happy that they could come here to participate in the pilgrimage ceremony, and after becoming a stigmata master in the future, it was indispensable to share a piece of the blood tiger mercenary group.

After the old man bowed his head, the people of the Liska family lost all arrogance, and with a series of shocked eyes, Richard calmly walked to the waiting area, and smiled softly as he passed by.

The little girl's eyes were full of worry and murderous intent, and as Richard gently touched her head, those emotions disappeared.

At this point, no one embarrassed him anymore, even if it was a character like Darcher, who offended a Stigmata Master with an eighth-level follower, he had to consider compensating for the loss.

Since Richard stepped down, the admissions ceremony has become boring, and the seeds of the Zarna family, such as Inkna, have been overshadowed.

Richard's performance was so dazzling that many civilians and even mercenaries still had their hearts fluttering when they thought about it.

With the strength of one person, he broke through the pressure of the top ten examiners of Bison College, obtained excellent treatment, and faced the reproach of the Liska family after coming out, and turned around in a desperate situation, and slapped the other patriarch with his tail and ran away, which made the people who had been oppressed by the nobles all the year round extremely relieved.

The major viscounts have memorized one name, Richard.

Old Marin glanced at him intently, and pondered to himself: What is this kid's ability to make a level eighth-level powerhouse like Rosius willing to bow his head?

The higher the status, the more suspicious they are, with the strength of Rocius, it is enough to follow the Great Stigmata Master Tris, why choose a young man who is not even an Stigmata Apprentice?

Some people think that the old man is a fool, or that he owes Richard a great favor, which is the most appropriate explanation.

But to the point where a person like Viscount Marin would scoff at the idea of the former.

Fool? The old man of fire can cultivate to the eighth level, and he is definitely smarter than most people!

As for favors, it's even more ridiculous, it's still a little possible for the pilgrimage ceremony to go through the motions, but the scroll he tore open on the spot is a follower contract!

Marin's eyes were sharp, so his heart was even more shocked.

That scroll was obviously not a common overhaul on the market, it was very binding, and if the follower went against the will of the master, it was possible to drop even three or four levels.

With the cultivation of the old man of fire, it is as difficult as the sky to make up for it every time he drops a level, almost more uncomfortable than killing him, and the general followers sign contracts with the stigmata master, most of them are paper contracts written in black and white, or the most ordinary kind of magic effect, after all, no one wants to put their fate in the hands of others.

That being said... Old Marin chuckled in his heart, a chill rose down his back, and he said in his heart: "Richard must have a secret on him, otherwise it is impossible for Rosius to bet all his wealth on him!" ”

The other big names thought the same thing, and even the city lord Darcher took a deep look at him.

This fat man, who has the most powerful power in Bekaa City, has a solemn look on his face.

He said to himself: "Could it be that Richard learned about the existence of the Dark Magic Python, isn't it a coincidence?" ”

Darcher pondered for a while, and said in his heart: "Maybe when I enter the center of the Warcraft Forest in the future, I will need Richard, and I will have to express my kindness appropriately." ”

He waved his hand to summon his guard, the eighth-level thin man, and said casually: "After the assessment ceremony is over, give Richard a seventh-level light system demon core, let's say it's a congratulatory gift." ”

The thin man was taken aback and said in surprise: "You don't need to do this, right?" Although Rocius is strong, he is not worthy of our treatment, even if he adds a Blood Tiger mercenary group. ”

Darcher said flatly: "Just do it, don't ask so much." Also, send the congratulatory gift privately, so as not to let other families smell the news. ”

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