Azter is different from Punk and Kane, strictly speaking, this guy is relatively "complete" as a "human" in terms of personality, he is not as emotionally apathetic as Punk, nor is he crazy like Kane who doesn't know what to think. ◢ With * dream * small ◢.1a

It is for this reason that Aztlan has both strengths and weaknesses in his character, he is optimistic, easy-going, kind-hearted, and uncompetitive, but at the same time, he is somewhat self-centered, indecisive, and indecisive.

To sum up, the white-robed mage is a very normal "human being", he has his own good side and not so good side, and his personality has contradictory two sides in different situations.

If this guy is just a scholar or researcher, then his personality is just a very normal psychological state, and he is just a pragmatic young man with very full ideals, and those sparse and ordinary ways of thinking and psychological characteristics are not any advantages, and certainly not any disadvantages.

But...... As a legendary mage, especially as a hermit legendary mage who was very unfortunate enough to encounter three "abnormal creatures", it would be difficult for Aztlan's character to have much of an advantage in the confrontation between light and dark.

After all, even if his strength is on the strong side, the kindness of protecting the "homeland" will make anyone with a conscience fearful.

Now, Punk's biggest weakness in catching Aztlán is his kindness, and the most advantageous "hostage" of the three "invaders" is the city of white stone, which stands right in the middle of the magic locks and has nowhere to go.

It was because he was aware of these "weaknesses" of Aztlan's personality that the legendary mage who had temporarily put down the experiment would walk out of the residence unhurriedly, and then face the white-robed mage standing at the door......

"Hello, Mr. Pale Ghost, maybe I didn't tell you, I've always disliked being disturbed by anyone while I'm doing my research, so ...... If there's nothing to do, please turn around and go back."

Standing in the shadows of the eaves of the doorway, the punk stopped silently like a shadow seeping from the abyss, ignoring the fact that the house he lived in was still built by the Aztlan himself a day earlier, and his special status as a "guest", the caster with no emotion in his eyes just stared at the white-robed mage holding the staff across from him, and then waited for an answer without saying a word.

Aztlán was now completely exposed to the bright white glow of the artificial sun, except that the white of the marble floor beneath his feet came to an abrupt halt as it reached the tips of the punk's feet, as a shadow formed by the eaves cut off the light.

We're all legendary professionals, so it's ridiculous to pretend to be confused, you should know what you've done, and you should know why I'm here today!"

Aztlan ignored Punk's perfunctory question, only to see his eyes staring sharply at the cold pupils of the legendary mage, and then said calmly and solemnly as he stepped forward slightly:

"So...... Tell me, what the hell are you trying to do, why are you going around handing out those ridiculous toys"!

He took out a gorgeous Donald Duck magic wand from the storage bracelet, and the white-robed mage who was already clearly angry in his eyes threw the glittering little stick directly to the punk.

“......... Are you worried about my surveillance by making such a troublesome thing and destroying the peaceful relations between us? I must tell you, a villainous gentleman, that I, Aztran, will never spy on a friend worthy of sincerity!"

At this point, Aztlan was about to point the tip of his gray staff at Punk's head, and it was clear that whether this guy was saying true or not, he had indeed lost patience with this kind of secret confrontation.

But...... Even so, the only person who was anxious and angry was the white-robed mage himself, and even though Aztlan looked a little on the verge of exploding from the outside, Kane, who was officially incarnated as "Watching the Gate", and Punk, who was casually looking at the magic wand in his hand, still maintained a relaxed expression and did not react.

Among them, "Whisper of Destruction", who was being questioned by the "host" of White Rock City, replied indifferently in a very disapproving and cold tone:

"Well, if you ask such a question, it is a good indication that we have not won your trust, after all, "friends" don't force a few small toys to associate with conspiracy. So since that's the case...... To reassure you, I can say to the Goddess of Magic, the Lord of the Dawn, and the Maiden of Life...... Or any god swears that I distribute these toys for no purpose other than to give some benefit to children, otherwise I will die with five thunderbolts and my whole family...... Well, now do you believe what I say?"

While uttering an extremely vicious oath, Punk tapped the air twice with his magic wand.

With a "poof" sound that seemed to be laughing or something, a Donald Duck with a sly smile on his face floated in the air out of thin air.

Punk's so-called "oath" is really just a joke, and no legendary mage in the world would judge such a worthless thing as an oath or promise, not to mention that the object of punk's oath is the god that mages despise the most............

So in a sense, Punk's "friendly explanation" is much more insincere and insincere.

And in the face of this ridicule and more words, Aztlan couldn't help but get angry, even if he had a good temper.

He was now certain that the punk must be secretly arranging something he didn't know, but because he didn't know any of the secrets of Netheril's era, the white-robed mage had to endure the current state of being confused and unpredictable.

So, Aztlan naturally raised his momentum, and instead of continuing to talk a bunch of nonsense and useless nonsense, he took a big step forward with a frown, and then while pulling up the punk collar with his hand, he almost pressed his forehead to the brim of the hood and whispered in an extremely gloomy tone:

"Punk-Sean, do I look like a threat-taker? Don't forget, White Rock is my territory, and we're all prisoners in this maze! If you really don't know ............ convergence."

“............ Do you think I'm a man who is willing to be threatened?"

In the face of the white-robed mage's anger, the expressionless "Whisper of Destruction" did not show the slightest retreat.

He just stared at Aztlán's dark green eyes without shying away from it, and then pulled out a pale yellow gemstone the size of his thumb from the storage ring.

"Answer me, 'Pale Spirit'! What do you want even if we don't have enough restraint?"