Anglie didn't know the Violet family's intentions, and was still thinking about how to communicate with Nate. So it's business as usual

In a short time, it was evening, and Anglie arranged the affairs of Rick's bookstore a little, and swaggered in the direction of the east gate.

There are no taxes to pay when leaving the city.

After following the flow of people and slowly walking out of the city gate, to make sure that the news of his exit from the city was passed by his eyeliner, Anglie slowly walked towards the remote place outside the eastern city.

Not long after he walked out, Angel noticed the presence of Nate in the figure following him.

Angree smiled and picked up his speed until he was sure that Nate was the only one behind him, and then stopped at the foot of a remote mountain.

It's far from the center of the city, and Nate is the only one who comes, so even if the negotiations break down and can't kill Nate, he is still very confident that he can run away from Angle.

A figure flashed, and Nate's figure had stopped not far away, looking at Angel from afar.

"Nate Violet. Angre smiled and looked at Nate, who was standing still, with purple hair, and shouted.

"Do you know who I am, what is your purpose in luring me out?" Looking at Anglie, who revealed his identity, the old god was there, Nate realized that Anglie was deliberately luring him out of the city. Said with a frown. He had thought that Angliel was trying to escape.

Is it an ambush or some kind of conspiracy?Under the association, a cold sweat broke out from Nate's back, and the magic power in his body quickly condensed, and a two-meter-wide half-moon-shaped wind blade quickly condensed in front of Nate!

Nate's sense of security has returned.

"That's what I want to ask you. Angree shook his head and said, "Wasn't it you who sneaked into my bookstore first?" This distance was enough to react, and he could calmly watch Nate perform witchcraft. "It consumed about 3 points of mana, and the damage number was measured to be 120-140, which is more powerful than my normal fireball technique. Wind Blade is a wind elemental talent. Anger quickly analyzed in his heart.

"I just want to find out what your purpose is for suddenly appearing in the Violet Realm. Your bookstore is in the Violet family's territory. Nate said in a deep voice, "You're from Middle-earth, aren't you?" ”

"Huh, Middle-earth?" said Angle, stunned.

"Don't pretend, the witchcraft technique of Demon Concealment was just announced by the Wizards Alliance more than ten years ago, and it is impossible for anyone else on the South Coast to learn this skill except for the wizards of our Violet Family. Nate pouted. "Also, you robbed the prisoners of the prison?"

"Demon Hidden?" Angli thought of the technique that could hide his magic fluctuations. I guess that's the technique.

Anglie copied Nate's skills directly through the Vision and was not learned in the Wizarding Alliance.

However, if you can learn the latest skills of the Wizarding Alliance, it seems that the Violet family must have a way to contact Middle-earth. Anglie's eyes flickered, the Violet family is not simple.

After thinking about it, Anglie shook his head and replied, "I don't have any purpose for your Violet family, and my previous actions were purely personal grudges. About Moyin ...... Think of me as someone from Middle-earth. This is just my place of residence before I set foot in Middle-earth. Angree confessed to his night break. As for his origins, he didn't explain much.

Because of the identity of the mentor Grimm, the black wizard does not seem to have a good reputation in the wizarding world. It's okay to be mistaken for Middle-earth.

"After all, how can a genius like us be retained in a remote place like the South Coast?" said Ang, expressing his attitude, as he probed in a tentative voice. The wizarding world on the other side of Middle-earth is the place where you should go.

"Yes, the Wizards' Alliance is where we should go. Nate nodded in agreement, and it didn't seem to be a contradiction with the wizard apprentice for the time being.

"At your age, you should be not less talented. In this remote place on the south coast, there are not many third-level apprentices. Nate spread his hands and spoke, in a helpless expression.

Nate's eyes rolled, and his words suddenly changed: "Let's practice our skills!" It's rare to see another wizard apprentice of the same level, Nate has long wanted to try his strength!

Don't wait for Anglie to agree!

Whoa! As soon as the words fell, the wind blade flashed, and the whistle slashed towards Angle!

It's wind sorcery! It's so fast! Anglie didn't have time to reply, and a wall of earth stopped in front of him. The Wind Blade slashed into the earthen wall in the blink of an eye, "Puff, puff!" There was a piercing cutting sound that did not fade until it had completely cut the earthen wall in two.

Because of the low talent of the Anglie earth system and the lack of power, he continued to output magic power to raise the earth wall technique to the limit and thicken it a lot before he could block this powerful wind blade.

"Humph!" Angliel snorted.

Practicing hands? Anglie's mood flashed, and he was also aroused!

The magic surged, and Anglie quickly condensed a compressed fireball with a damage degree of about 140!

"Huh, this is not the same as Andrew's fireball technique?" Nate was amazed, ordinary trick fireball Nate had seen. Angle's self-created compressed fireball is more powerful than ordinary fireballs in terms of power and appearance!

With Angle, Nate's side wind blades condensed!

In Bentham, Weidmann was besieging the bookstore in Anglie with several elite members of the city guard. He took it upon himself to take control of the bookstore for Nate. When the time comes, it is good to invite merit and receive rewards.

"What do you want to do!" Rick angrily ran out of the bookstore as the few customers ran out of the store surrounded by soldiers, and Rick angrily ran out of the bookstore to question Weidman, who was clearly in charge.

"What's it called!" said Weidmann impatiently, in awe of the bookstore owner, but not in the slightest for the apprentice.

"Why are you surrounding our bookstore?" Rick is a wizard apprentice, although his strength is not in the stream for the time being, but he has little reverence for ordinary soldiers, at this time Rick asked Wu Weidman loudly.

"......Snort," Weidmann sneered, and was about to order the soldiers next to him to catch the damn shitty apprentice. Suddenly I felt like I was suddenly flying.

With his feet off the ground, Weidmann realized he was being lifted. Annoyed and angry, he was about to open his mouth to scold.

"Deputy Officer!" there was a sound of kneeling around them.

Weidmann felt himself being lifted and turned, and then he saw a resolute face, with a neat head on his head that could see the scalp, his shoulders round and protruding, and his figure as thick and tall as a door panel.

"Deputy ...... Deputy Officer. Seeing that the person who came was the son of the city lord and the current deputy city defense officer, Mark Henderson, Weidmann was immediately intimidated. Like a chicken, he was obediently carried by Mark in his hand, without the slightest complaint.

"Where has the young master gone? Mark, who had just gotten the news, glanced at the scumbag in disgust and asked in a cold voice.

"I monitored the bookstore owner's movements as he fled out of town...... Now the third young master has gone out of the city to hunt down the fugitive!" Weidman hurriedly explained.

"What!" Mark said angrily, "Monitor and report!" Mark threw Weidmann to the ground, spitting blood directly into Weidman's mouth, he had learned a little about the wizard's methods from his father. He knew how terrible a wizard could be. "If anything happens to the Third Young Master, you won't be enough to compensate for dying ten times!" Mark shouted angrily.

"Let him find someone to lead the way first!" a clear voice came from the side, stopping Mark's words.

Mark turned his head to look, only to see a tall, thin purple-haired woman dragging Miao Man's figure over quickly, followed by a tall black-robed old man with a white beard and white hair.

Her beautiful purple hair was scattered over her body like a small waterfall, undulating and glistening in the sun.

Her pale blue eyes were bright and so clear, and the intense confidence and calmness in her eyes were like steel embedded in her delicate facial features.

Seeing the purple-haired woman's face clearly, Mark's indifferent face became a look of surprise: "Miss Roland!"

"Mark, long time no see!" came the purple-haired woman's hearty voice.