High Fire Resistance? Is this a red dragon with a human skin on its head?

No, not high resistance, it's elemental shield!

Dark's body exudes a strong earthy yellow light!

The alchemy item "Absolute Defense" is activated!

As Riley said, this isn't really an absolute defense, but it's no problem to fend off four first-level fire bolts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info In Dupont's opinion, four consecutive fire bolts hit, and the opponent didn't even shake it, and the shield generated by this alchemy prop was absolutely outrageously strong.

Still, it's okay. "Soul Blast is for thick-skinned guys like you!"

He was about to cast a spell, but unexpectedly found that his opponent was actually turning his back to him!

What is this for?

Duck exerted all his strength and roared, "Close your eyes!"

DuPont fluzed again!

In the thousandth of a second he hesitated, a sun rose in Dark's hand!

The snowy light instantly filled the field of vision!

The whiteness is fleeting, followed by huge pigmentation and knife-like pain on the retina!

To launch the "Mind Blast", you must keep an eye on your opponent, and Dupont hears Duck's shout, but he doesn't dare to look away!

The best props made by the eighth-level alchemist, in just two seconds, Duck used up two in a row!

Dupont let out a scream, and flung fireballs aimlessly in the eternal darkness, and for a while the boom was so loud that a few of them exploded around him, blowing his hair to the ground.

Royce was like a ghost, silently and swiftly pounced!

The Wind Spirit Knife slashed through a strange green light!

Cha!

DuPont's head flew high, and the powerful blood pressure spurted blood up more than three meters high! The headless corpse waved its hands a few times and fell to the ground with a bang!

Everything was silent, and Duck could hear his own heavy gasps and pounding heartbeats, followed by unbelievable ecstasy!

I survived, I survived the attack of a third-level mage, and I killed him in turn!

the groove, this cow can definitely blow for a lifetime!

Royce rushed over and gave him a bear hug: "Good buddy! The cow is big, this time the cow is big!"

"And the other one? The woman—"

"Leave it to us. ”

A voice came from behind, like a bell, and a big man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist strode forward under the escort of more than a dozen mercenaries.

Royce hurriedly straightened his legs and punched his chest: "Boss!"

It was Lexa, the captain of the Hamilton Chamber of Commerce Escort, who approached, looked the two up and down, and nodded: "Yes, yes! Royce, well done! The courage of this police gentleman is really admirable!"

Duck laughed: "Where, where, there is another bandit who sneaked in-"

Lexar waved his hand: "Don't worry, everything is under control." Come on, you two, come to me for a drink and warm up. As he spoke, he took Dakra away without saying a word, as if he was not at all worried about the attacked slave ship.

Lexa was talkative, a booze, a few words, a few glasses of wine, and Darker was unconscious again.

Besides, listening to the chaos of people shouting and neighing outside, it is estimated that half of the mercenaries, guards, and policemen of Snell Harbor have come over, and they still need me to patrol the night?

The next morning, Duck opened his eyes, rubbed his temples that were still aching, and found himself lying in his bed.

My head hurts, I said I can't drink it a long time ago, and the Lexa that looks like a bear is really good, and I'm drunk with others!

Last night...... What happened last night? It seems that he ran into a thief while he was on duty-no, no, abolitionist? Well, nosy, and killed a third-level mage? Well, that guy was a police attacker, and he died well, and I didn't kill the man. Well, it's time to go to work, check in -- uh, I worked the night shift yesterday, and I ...... during the day today , I didn't go back to the police station this morning to sign out!

Duck jumped up, peaty, sign off, sign off, and if you don't sign off, you will have to deduct your salary!

He scrambled his clothes, shook off his legs, and a cigarette disappeared.

In a rage, Duck crashed headlong into the police station, and everyone looked at him in amazement.

"Hey, boy, you're ......," Morse, the veteran who had been substituted by Dark's class last night, "what are you in a hurry? ”

The crowd erupted in laughter.

Whether it's a kind round or a malicious ridicule, Duck doesn't have time to pay attention to these now, and hurriedly said: "I was a little tired last night, I went home and slept directly after work, and I forgot to sign off, doesn't it matter?"

"What does it matter? Remember less names and don't kill your head. ”

Duck quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you so much." ”

"Thank you, the money is only deducted when the salary is paid. ”

One sentence almost choked Duck to death, and the people around him laughed unbridledly. Darker was so embarrassed that he rubbed his hands together and rubbed them, and suddenly remembered a topic: "Mr. Morse, are you not resting today?"

"Originally, I was on the night shift yesterday, so I should have rested today. As a result, the police station issued a notice, this is not, and ran back again. ”

Duck pretended to be calm: "What notice?"

A colleague next to him stretched out his head: "You don't know yet, do you? The people from the Hamilton Chamber of Commerce have just left, and they have come to express their gratitude." As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and made a gesture to count the bills, and all the brothers who were on duty yesterday should have one for each. ”

Morse smiled: "Last night, the Hamilton Chamber of Commerce had a problem in the cargo area of the dock, and someone wanted to hijack the ship and grab the goods. ”

Darkch said: "Robbery of ships, robbery of goods? Why don't I know, isn't the Christen a slave ship......?

"Alright!" Morse interrupted him with a soft snort, "What is the transport, it doesn't matter who the robber is, the key is that with the efforts of the police station, the owner of the cargo has no loss, OK, everyone is happy, understand?"

Someone said: "Yes, if it weren't for Brother Morse to turn the tide, maybe the owner of the goods would have suffered heavy losses!"

Darker looked at Morse dumbfounded, then scanned everyone with a suspicious gaze, and found that everyone looked like "taken for granted", and he asked in disbelief: "This, this, this is okay?"

"Isn't that normal?"

Duck felt his throat a little dry, he swallowed dryly, and asked, "Okay, that's it—what about my share?"

"A portion of what?"

Duck stretched out his finger and counted the bills.

Morse laughed: "I really can't see it, I'm still a money fan?

"No?!" Duck was shocked and angry, "I almost lost my life last night, and I didn't have any hair?"

Someone made a sarcastic remark: "What do you think? First, it's not a regular attendance, and second, it's not an official editor, so you can honestly receive your salary!"

Another person helped: "Young people need to know the current affairs, and there will be more opportunities in the future, so why care about the moment?"

"Yes, yes, hurry up and go to the attendance office to make up for the sign-off, maybe when the director is happy, the salary at the end of the month will not be deducted, and then you have to mess around, maybe the chicken will fly and the eggs will be beaten!"

Duck laughed extremely tiredly: "In other words, I tossed and turned last night, and in the end you ate meat and drank soup, and I didn't even have a foundation?"

Morse nodded crisply: "That's it, what's the matter, flip the table?"