The self-proclaimed companion did not have much trust in Brunei, as evidenced by the fact that, despite his brief introduction of himself, there was very little valuable information in it. He didn't even want to say his name www.biquge.info but said to Brunei in a perfunctory way, "It's good to call me bald, because even a person like me doesn't want others to call me 'leper'." ”。

As he said this, he removed the straw hat from his head, and a large leprosy scar covered the top of his head, and there was no hair, and in a way, it was indeed bald. Seeing the disgust and disgust that Brunei tried so hard to hide, but was still palpable, he showed a look of regret, then smiled indifferently, shrugged his shoulders, and put his straw hat over his head again.

According to Baldhead's own account, he used to live in a small village south of the village of Bittar, also adjacent to the Endless Mountains. At the age of 15, he failed to make a magic emblem that could fit on his body, and as a result, he was disqualified from becoming a mage. But he didn't give up like countless civilians in the Empire, and in addition to his farm work, he continued to make magic emblems.

I don't know if it's the favor of fate, or the malice of fate, ten years later, the 26-year-old bald head found a silly girl who was willing to marry him who had no advantages in all aspects of appearance and family background, and finally decided to give up that ridiculous attempt, and his magic emblem was successfully made.

The emblem of magic that he had designed and painted countless times, with infinite energy and effort, the simplest and most simple pattern of the pentagram dominated by the earth element, suddenly continued to glow on the paper, and was no longer extinguished as before.

He has his own magic emblem. It wasn't just a ubiquitous accident, it was a spark that rekindled ambitions, ideals, passions, whatever was in his heart. He specifically inquired, and it was not without him that he had completed the production of magic emblems at the age of more than 16 in the past, but those people were just civilians in the end.

Without the official certification of the Empire, and with a level that is clearly lower than that of other rookie mages, it is impossible to find someone willing to be their magic acolyte. Not to mention, mages who are not registered in the Empire are simply illegal, which makes it even more impossible for them to find magical acolytes. As a result, they will always be only at the level of magical apprentices.

In other words, they're just mortals who can do some little magic.

The flame in his heart burned again, and he was unwilling to do this. He worked day and night to make the magic emblem, not to put a ridiculous pattern on himself. He's going to be a mage.

"I want to be a mage, no matter what, I want to be a mage. The bald head ended his story with such a sentence.

[Psychological test: 93>60, failed.] His face is buried in the shadows, and you don't see anything. 】

[Anyway, is this guy Sbreth?-uh-it doesn't seem interesting to say such an unpopular meme.] 】

Unlike the system of nonchalant talking nonsense that no one could understand, Brunei had to admit that he was moved by the story of the bald head. He felt the same sense of despair when he failed to make the magic emblem, and considering that he had not even thought about making the magic emblem for a long time, he couldn't suppress the respect for the bald head in his heart.

Nevertheless, Brunei does not let his guard down on bald heads, he is calm most of the time, and in his own cognitive range, he is usually able to clearly separate emotions from reason, and follow rational choices. What's more, the system's failure failed again, and he had no way of judging whether what the other party said was true or false.

While the dissatisfaction and distrust of the system in his heart rose to a new level, Brunei did not forget the possible danger that existed in front of him: "You said you wanted to become a mage - of course that is good. However, as a fugitive, even if you escape the pursuit of the Empire, it will be difficult to find someone who is willing to be your magic acolyte, right?"

The bald head glanced at Brunei in surprise: "Of course, that's why I'm going to the Federation." ”

[Oh, little Bruneith, don't ask any more, it's embarrassing, don't you think?]

From the system's words, Brunei heard what common-sense mistakes he had probably made. Combined with the previous topic, there is no doubt that this mistake is closely related to mages. This is very detrimental to Brunei's strategy of creating the illusion of his own strength, and exposing his ignorance means more danger that he cannot accept.

Now the bald heads seem friendly, but that's based on the premise that they don't know each other.

Thinking of this, Brunei made up his mind and coughed: "Oh, that's right. After dealing with it casually, he brought the previous topic over and asked as if he suddenly remembered, "By the way, how did you know about me?"

Bruneith wanted to ask "how did you recognize me?" but on second thought, he realized that such a question was itself a sign of timidity. Since he himself does not have enough experience and ability to understand the conditions required to analyze the strength of the other party, he can only avoid any discussion of the current state in order to hide the fact that he is weak.

As expected, the bald head was stunned for a moment, and spread his hands: "Where else did you hear about it? ”

Looking at it this way, the previous action of smearing dirt on his face really didn't make any difference. The previous wound was too deep, and when the system used his body, it seemed to be used very roughly, contrary to the doctor's instructions not to exercise vigorously until it healed. Now the scar is deeply embedded in the face and bulges. To hide his identity, maybe he needs a mask.

However, Brunei's thinking is very clear, simply hiding himself is just a helpless move, although so far, Brunei's major life choices have been driven by various accidents and misunderstandings, forced to be pushed in the whirlpool, but you should note that Brunei has never given up the initiative to take the situation into its own hands.

Taking the current situation as an example, the wanted warrant mentioned by the bald head is an opportunity to seize the initiative.

"You're right. Brunei smiled humbly, "But, in that case, won't you be afraid of me?"

The bald head's eyes widened, his mouth opened a little, and his face became a little amused by his unreserved expression of surprise, and it looked like he had made a grimace: "This, didn't I say it? I'm also a wanted criminal?"

The bald head's reaction and words were incomprehensible to Brunei, who knew he had probably made another mistake. But he didn't know what was wrong, and naturally he didn't know how to correct it, so now he had to bite the bullet and continue: "No, that's different. You probably didn't know about that incident in Gars City a while ago?"

The bald head's eyes became more rounded, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized, "You want to say that you did that?"

The bald head obviously didn't believe it, but it was completely incomprehensible to Brunei. Because, as weak as he looked, he was the one who had bloodied the Gars - at least in the eyes of others. If he tells the truth, will he be suspected? Brunei frowned slightly, and forced a laugh: "Indeed, although it is not a good thing. ”

The bald head threw up his head and laughed, which meant that all of Brunei's efforts were once again in vain.

"You're smart. The bald man's attitude seemed very kind, like a senior who was imparting life experience, "You still don't trust me, I should say, you are still afraid of me, so, you want to scare me, right? Indeed, Garth City has only issued a wanted warrant recently, and that is yours." However, that doesn't mean you're the one who bloodied the Gars. ”

Brunei sneered disdainfully, looked at the bald head for a while, and asked, "How can you see it?"

"It's simple. You probably haven't looked at your wanted warrant, and your reward is honestly average, if not very low, and not high in any way. A man who can slaughter the largest gang within a radius of 500 miles on his own, ha, I don't know how much profit it takes to lure unrelated people to attack him. The bald head smiled slyly and squeezed his eyes, "Right?"

Brunei was stunned, and recalled carefully that when Sal brought him his wanted warrant, he took a general look, but he really didn't pay attention to what was on offer, and he didn't write why he was wanted. Both Brunei and Sal, who had just experienced it, tacitly agreed that it was because he had killed hundreds of gangs and thousands of people, so he did not hesitate to flee into the mountains and want to leave the empire. Because he didn't want to involve Sal and Sue.

However, if what the bald man said was true, his situation might not be as dangerous as they thought.

Is the bald head lying? If so, what good is it for him? If not, why is his wanted warrant like this? After losing the gangs that Gars City usually used to maintain law and order, has it not been able to organize an investigation to determine who the murderer is? Or has Bell Bailey's Imperial Secret Service concealed it for purposes such as tracking down the existence of the system?

None of these assumptions can be trusted, and each of them has fatal problems, leaving Brunei at all unsure of what to do. From a certain point on, he hesitated in a fog like this, disoriented, stumbling, and all attempts to find the road ultimately proved to be nothing more than the folly that led him into the swamp.

For example, he tried to find Bale for a showdown, but was involved in a strange hero saving the United States, which gave him an extra scar on his face that he might never get better, for example, he tried to rescue Sal, but instead he was deceived, thinking that Sal was dead, and asked the system to slaughter the Gars Gang, which led him to start a precarious life in exile.

Until now, he had not known anything, always being misunderstood, deceived, and misunderstood, and unexpected, but still he knew nothing.

Now, does he have to judge again and act accordingly?

He looked at the bald head and opened his mouth three times in a row, but all of them reversed his previous decision at the moment of making a sound, and so on and so forth, he didn't say a word at the last word, just stared at the bald head's eyes with a strange expression.