"So that's what you call the Sage-sama? I don't think that's it. ”

A voice full of fascination and confidence came from the mouth of Thomas, the eldest son of the Phillips family.

Assas was annoyed.

"Thomas, don't go too far."

Phillips and Stuart have been enemies since their grandfather's generation, as for the reason, it may be that Phillips looked down on the Stuart family from the countryside, and because they still live in this area, the rights of the Phillips family have been weakened, and the Phillips family is so disgusted with the Stuart family.

Thomas smiled disdainfully, but instead looked at John with a swagger.

"He's clearly a fake, and he's a sage, but he's actually a liar!

Are all you Stuarts blind? If Mary is still a student at the Magic Academy, can't she see it? ”

Mary's face was displeased.

"Thomas, please don't insult Lord John, or I'll have to ask you to leave!"

Thomas looked like he hated iron, but he had a good impression of Mary, and when he saw that she was still in the dark, he couldn't help but feel distressed, and his tone softened.

"My dear Mary, you are so pitiful, that you have been deceived by such a man, and it seems that you can only expose his true face to his face.

Mitchell, please. ”

Standing beside Thomas, an old man with an old face but a strong body, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"Why should Your Excellency lie to anyone, I've been working in the Mage Tower for so long, why haven't I heard of your name and appearance?"

Mitchell does work in the Mage's Tower, he is a person who manages the library, he has been working for more than forty years, he has basically seen any kind of mage, except for those little minions, who are destined to be ordinary mages for a lifetime.

Although John's breath is unknown, it seems to be hidden with a special prop, but to be honest, there are only a few young sages like him, and none of them match his appearance and name.

Even if he was really a great sage, so young, thinking about using magic that can make his body younger, this kind of news would definitely be spread everywhere, why didn't he get any news at all?

So he was 100 percent sure John was a fake.

Archmage?

John, who had been observing and did not speak, could see through the strength of the old man at a glance, the archmage above the mage and the sage.

The name of the Mage's Tower, even if he is unheard of, knows a little, a bit like the Adventurer's Guild, but it seems to provide a place for mages to communicate with each other.

John didn't care where he came from or who his father was, but he said this kind of slanderous words, which made John a little unhappy, although he was indeed not a great sage, and he was at the same level as this guy, but if his identity was exposed by him, the situation would still be very unfavorable for him.

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

John's soft words made Mitchell frown, and he was slightly angry.

"Who's the frog at the bottom of the well?"

Without warning, flames erupted from Mitchell's palms and coalesced into a straight line towards John.

Has the net of law been codified into the complete net of fire spells?

Retracting his thoughts, John stretched out his fingers with lightning speed, and the cold ice breath spread, and it seemed that it also condensed into a straight line and collided with the flame line.

A popping sound sounded, and steam appeared in a wide area, enveloping the entire area.

Thomas was also a mage, and he hurriedly used a spell to control the wind to disperse the fog.

But when the scene in front of him was clear, his face couldn't help but be difficult to see, Archmage Mitchell had been frozen into an ice sculpture, and through the ice, the expression of shock had not yet dissipated from his face.

The three-layer spell protection of the protection series, unfortunately, it is still too brittle, John shook his head regretfully, the freezing technique released by him using half of his mental power is not something that can be blocked by that little fire, this old man is still too young, if he uses all his strength, he may have to fight a protracted battle.

Pretending to be forced also to pretend to be a full set, John understood this simple truth, and said to Thomas and his party with embarrassed faces.

"Even one archmage wants to defeat me, and at least ten or more are needed."

………

Watching Thomas and them leave with a piece of ice on their backs, Assas looked hateful and stood next to John, he said.

"Master John, why don't we go and kill them all?"

"No need, let them go."

"But ........."

Man is indeed such a creature, and the enemy must be exterminated no matter what, so as to get rid of the trouble.

John's eyes froze.

"They don't dare to do anything with me, and besides, the old man's mage tower is not a simple thing, just teach them a lesson."

"I, I see."

Assas swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and John's gaze gave him a sense of horror of falling into hell.

After the troublemakers were gone, the meeting went on as usual, and the attitude of the others towards John became better and more enthusiastic, and some people had already introduced him to him, and many women flattered him.

Finally waited until the party was over, John, who was a little tired, lay on the sofa, lying in the posture of Ge You, his body was not tired, but his heart was very tired, which is why he didn't like to go to a lot of people.

"Mistress John, this is juice."

At this time, Mary appeared with juice.

"Don't eat it."

He hadn't forgotten that he was a sexually impotent and senseless lich, and that food didn't taste good to him, so it was better not to eat it.

But Mary didn't know that John's cold answer made her think that what she was doing was not to John's appetite.

"Sorry, I'm doing it again if it doesn't suit your appetite."

"No, don't die, I didn't mean that, please don't care, I was talking in my dreams just now."

Taking the juice in Mary's hand in one hand, he took a sip and returned the empty cup to Mary, and John did not forget to praise it.

"It's well done, it's delicious!"

Mary left happily.

John was tired and continued to lie down, Tiffany, Tiffany, look at my sister so much, when will I be willing to be my apprentice.

No way!

Patting his thigh, John sat up, if he continued like this, Tiffany would still not be able to become his apprentice, even if she became her own disciple under the pressure of Mary, it would not be able to promote her learning, there is a good saying, interest is the best study partner.

Sure enough, that's all I can do.

John thought of a way that would definitely work, albeit with two more bottles.

Tonight, he had other plans, to convey his intention to leave to Mary, and John returned to the hotel room with the help of the teleportation magic at the door.

He needed to dress up.