"That's right, we're foreigners."

Acoste smiled at the arrogant young red-robed mage, his instinct telling him that someone was going to be stupid again.

Spellcasters are a large group, but apart from the common pride, the rest of these casters generally fall into two categories.

One is the humble and polite type, and the representative figures are Kelburn, Ilstmin, these legendary archmages, they hide their inner pride in the depths of their hearts, usually treat others kindly, speak slowly and orderly, and do things in an orderly manner, giving people a look of being confident in everything.

It's okay to get along with these people, but you have to remember that if you're not a legendary professional or some powerful Grand Duke King, then no matter how polite they are to you, you shouldn't befriend them as an equal, but rather put on a posture of reverence for the lower ones to please them.

Because these politeness are all superficial phenomena that they make for you, in fact, their real feelings for you in their hearts are just a big contempt......

The second type of mage is represented by legendary mages such as Manson, Samast, and Owo, who are a group of people who put their conceit and pride on the surface, as long as you are of use to them, they will communicate with you with a condescending attitude, but once you have no value to them, they will not bother to talk to you when you take the initiative to find them, and once they feel that you are irritable, they will throw you into the garbage and wait for death......

And the young red-robed mage in front of them in front of them obviously belonged to the second category of mages, and the look on his face that was the first in heaven and second in labor and management had betrayed his character......

"Then you're adventurers, aren't you?"

The young red-robed mage was a little short, but in order to show his noble status as a mage, the red-robed mage raised his head and snorted at the two of them with his nostrils.

"That's right, we're adventurers."

Acoste smiled, but his hand was quietly holding Vier's hand, and it was clear that the Shadow Lord was also a little reluctant to explode.

"Well, I have great mercy to tell you now that you are the slave of the great genius mage, Russell Brooks, from this moment on, and you should be honored."

The young mage, who called himself Russell, nodded, seemingly satisfied with Acoste's attitude in answering the question, and then didn't even bother to ask a little about it, and directly helped them decide their fate in the future.

This phenomenon is very common in Cell, whether you are a native or a foreigner, as long as you are in the Kingdom of Cell, then the red-robed mage is the father of everything, even the incarnation of the goddess of magic, Milas.

You must obey the orders of the red-robed mages in the land of Cell, they will do whatever you want you to do, and if they want to take you as a slave, you must also agree, even if you are stubborn, it is useless, because the red-robed mages always like to use their own spells to bring their favorite targets to their knees......

And even if you are strong, you can't do it, because even if you can beat a red-robed mage, then 10 red-robed mages will come to trouble you, and even if you can beat 10 red-robed mages, there will be 100 red-robed mages who will come and fight with you......

Of course, unless you can show your strength from the beginning, the Red Robe Mage Guild is not a piece of wood, and they will not make themselves pay a high price for some low-level members without any deep hatred......

It's a pity that Acoste and Vile are the kind of people who can make the red-robed mage have scruples.

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly, what did you say?"

Acoste still had a smile on his face, but the young red-robed mage had goosebumps on his body for no apparent reason.

"I said I want you to be my slaves, two pariahs, and now that you are no longer free people, why don't you come with me?"

Although Russell felt a wave of fear in his heart for no reason, he didn't admit it on his lips, please, this is Alberta, the capital of Cell.

There are four of the eight red-robed chiefs living here alone, not to mention humans, even dragons don't dare to scream here......

It's not the first day he's done this kind of thing, as a glorious red-robed mage, what's wrong with recruiting a few slaves.

In addition, he still has many colleagues watching him, if he can't even handle a few slaves this time, then he will lose his face, they may still think that this is a manifestation of his weakness and cooperate to deal with him, knowing that there will never be a real friend in the red-robed mage.

"Oh, is it? I heard you well this time, but I'm sure you're going to be out of luck, friend! ”

Acoste continued with that creepy smile, but Russell couldn't see each other's smiles clearly, as a burst of bright sparks appeared in the two, directly blocking their view.

"Bang!"

There was a crisp sound, and a long sword with a flaming light suddenly appeared in front of him, but it was blocked by an invisible layer of protective magic.

"Interesting, with the ornaments of protective magic weapons, don't you see that you are quite careful?"

The half-elf chuckled softly, but he didn't look surprised.

"I'm going to practice it today, and see if this protective magic weapon can withstand a few magic weapon attacks!"

As the tone of the last sentence of the half-elf Sword Master intensified, Russell's vision instantly lost all scenery.

His vision was only red and blue, and Russell only felt like a duckweed in a storm, ready to be overwhelmed by the wind and waves at any moment.

Naturally, he felt this way because Acoste was swinging his weapon at him......

Protective magic weapons defend against all enchanted weapons, but they do not counteract the concussions caused by attacks......

And when a warrior attacks too quickly and the intensity of the attack is too high, he can completely shock a spellcaster to death in it.

And that's what the half-elves are doing now......

"What are you doing, stop!"

A few people who appeared to be his colleagues hurriedly stepped forward to stop Acoste, in fact, some of them wished that this half-elf could kill Russell, but on the surface, they had to maintain the appearance of standing on the same side as the robe...... (To be continued.) )