"Advanced Healing Potion?" the female magician looked surprised, "The price of this small bottle of potion on the market is already more than half a million gold coins, how can you have such a thing on you?"

The economic situation of this guy in front of him is not a secret at all, basically everyone knows about it in the Gudris branch of the Magician Association, and every time he receives the salary he receives, he will never stay in his hands for more than a day, and then this guy will go back to the kind of poor life where he has to lick his face and pay credit everywhere when he eats fried noodles, and so on, he is in debt for twenty-nine days out of thirty days a month, and it is hard to imagine that this guy can secretly save 500,000 yuan. ?? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ ｎ?ｅｎ`ｏｒｇ

"On Arbus's ninetieth birthday, Guderis's church sent him three bottles of advanced healing potions through us, and I thought he was so old that he shouldn't need that much, so I withheld one bottle privately. The man scratched his buttocks.

"You're crazy, aren't you! You dare to mess around with the things of the ninth-order super mage? Wait, didn't these gift lists have been reported a long time ago, and no one will find out if there is one less bottle?" Lilith frowned.

"Because I poured out a third of each of the remaining two bottles and put them back into the third empty bottle, and then I added a third of water to each of the three small bottles, and it didn't seem to make much difference, at least on the surface. Speaking of his proud work, the man couldn't help but hold his head high and beamed with pride.

The sorceress sighed, "When are you going to look like a leader?" ”

"Hey, since you know I'm unreliable, President Lilith, don't you cheer us up a little! Without you, our Guderies branch will be disbanded in a few minutes. The man said this shameless remark with such a bold attitude, stooped down and picked up the staff at his feet, and then grimaced at the little girl on the second floor, causing the latter to slam the window in fright.

The state of consciousness did not last long, and the sleepiness came to her head again, the poison of the Shadow Sins could not be cured, Lilith knew very well in her heart, even the high-level healing potion comparable to the Great Recovery Technique could only slow down the process, but could not really heal her, the sorceress yawned, she originally thought that she was not afraid of death, and not long ago Britz's knife stabbed her in the heart, and she only felt some regret in her heart.

However, when she saw the man, listening to him standing there and chattering about those nonsense words, she actually had a desire to live.

The next moment, Britz's figure appeared outside the alley.

"Bingo, I've found you, President Lilith!" the latter grinned, looking around with a slightly surprised expression, "This is not like your style, you keep saying that you don't want to implicate others, but in the end you can't help but ask strange passers-by for help, but in the end you have to come in with another innocent life, so all the justice you claimed before is false?"

The man tucked his staff under his elbow, reached into his pocket and took out the flint and rolled tobacco leaves, and asked curiously, "Do you punish knights so much?"

Hearing this, the smile on Britz's face suddenly froze, he didn't recognize who the sloppy guy was at first sight because of the sky, and subconsciously thought that it was just a homeless man who happened to pass by, until the other party opened his mouth, and a sentence broke his identity, and Britz finally saw the guy's face clearly.

"Reach ...... President D'Artagion?!" The expression on the Punishment Knight's face was like a ghost.

"You seem surprised, oh, by the way, you have planned to be in some underground tavern right now, drinking beer and melon seeds, watching a special show from the girls of the Guaral Peninsula, right? The man noticed some small movements of the knight, but he did not mean to stop the other, and stood there with such a big sting, watching him beckon his companion.

"Did you notice something before that?"

"No, I was kicked out by sneaking the waitress on the thigh there, but that's not the point," the man shrugged, "I actually don't have much ill will towards your Inquisition, and during this time, you helped me buy a new notebook, and gave me a free hospitality ticket, and successfully swiped a wave of favorability with me, I even thought for a while that you did such a thing to my vice president while I was away,"

Britz still had a smile on his face, but there was an indescribable bitterness in that smile, he really didn't expect this man to appear here tonight, and there was only one person in the entire Gudris branch who really made the Inquisition feel jealous, and this person was not Lilith, the vice president who was extremely powerful in the eyes of outsiders, but the man named D'Artagion in front of him.

Over the years, D'Artaglion has done nothing in the position of president of the Guderies chapter, and he knows that he is nestled in his luxurious office all day long, eating greasy takeaway without nutrition, holding a little yellow book that he doesn't know where to get it, and living a depraved life like a domestic animal, so that many people have forgotten how strong he used to be.

At the age of six, he began to contact magic, and he was proficient in all kinds of magic, and his attainments in fire magic were even more amazing to the super magisters, and he was promoted to the sixth order at the age of twenty-one, only half a step slower than those famous legends in history, and this was done when he had three girlfriends, and this guy was still an out-and-out battle maniac, setting an astonishing record of three hundred and seventy-two battles during school, without any defeat.

Of course, the most legendary story about D'Ardarion is that when he was seventeen years old, he once came to the south by boat, spent ten copper coins to buy a copy of "Ranking of the Top 50 Magical Academies in the South", and then started from the lowest ranked magic academy above, and picked it all the way, when he hit the twenty-third ranked Frense Forest School of Magic, everyone finally realized what this guy was planning to do, so after that, the entire southern wizard circle was in an uproar.

Damn, this northerner is too arrogant, what he is doing now is Chiguoguo's provocation, and he completely ignores the 30,000 magicians of the free city-state! This bastard dared to go to Roland's hometown to spread wild, but until that time, most people were still relatively optimistic, firmly believing that this arrogant little bastard would not be punished for a long time, after all, the magic academies that he killed before were still relatively low, and compared with the real famous schools in front of them, they were more than a star and a half worse in terms of background and strength.

It wasn't until two months later that Dadarion single-handedly picked off the tenth-ranked Silver Tower School of Magic, and the way he accepted the battle was still a wheel war, and he single-handedly defeated the seven best students of the Silver Tower, and then this guy did another thing that made the public angry, he actually teased the school flower of the Silver Tower School of Magic in front of him, so that the latter cried in front of all the teachers and students of the school, and the southern mage world finally exploded completely.

And soon after, someone broke the news, as early as before D'Addarion found the Silver Tower, the magic academy ranked one of the top ten was already nervous, so he secretly asked for help from several magic academies ranked higher, and those magic academies did not sit idly by and watch the reputation of the top ten be tarnished, so they all privately sent their outstanding students to find that guy, and no one witnessed the battles that happened after that, but seeing that D'Addarion was still alive and energetic bullying the Silver Tower Magic Academy, everyone could guess the results of those battles。

Hey, this guy is a little too strong, isn't it, is there really no one who can clean him up?, such voices finally began to increase, and at this time, no one can be optimistic, and then everyone realized a frightening fact, the Southern Schools may really be singled out by this guy named D'Ardarion, and the arrival of that day is definitely a shame for all the magic academies in the South.

As Roland's hometown, the origin of magic, the magicians in the south have always looked down on the magicians in the north, although the magic in the north has developed rapidly in the past few hundred years, the mainstream voice of the wizard world has always felt that the orthodoxy of magic is still in the south. But now the little bastard named D'Ardarion seems to be telling the old diehards of the South with his staff that you have lived too long in your pitiful imagination and that it is time to come out and meet the harsh reality.

There was an atmosphere of panic and uneasiness throughout the Southern mage world, until the Saint Laurent Academy of Magic, which had been silent until the door was finally opened, and the ace of the academy, Olavien, known as the strongest mage below the sixth order, would personally face the trump card from the Royal Academy of Magic of the Thistle, known as the Flame Pupil, in a week.

This battle will determine the ownership of the strongest title!

"Eh, who doesn't have a rebellious period, the title of the Flame Pupil, which is the second to the explosion, is simply a lifetime of black history, and it's even meaningless to think about it now, anyway, I'm good in two years, or Olavian, we will be killed on the beach by the back waves, so why bother to fight if we know that pervert will appear." D'Ardarion spat out a somewhat lonely smoke ring and glanced at the eight Punishment Knights in front of him.

"Okay, that's all for the memories or something, I still have to hurry, since everyone has arrived, let's start quickly. ”

The man flicked the half-smoked cigarette into the air, and then picked up the staff under his arm.

"The time of the battle is limited to before the cigarette butts hit the ground. (To be continued.) )