The tin men in the woods lay down for a long time before they finally got up slowly.

The power of the magic missile is very great, even if each of these people only eats one, but the power of the spell is not something that ordinary people's bodies can fight against after all. Luckily, they were all wearing armor, so they didn't get seriously injured.

"He's lucky this time, but not so lucky next time!"

One of the tin men said so viciously.

Norman had been gone for a long time now, and it was too hot to wear a helmet in the middle of summer, so the man had taken off his helmet, and his green hair stood out in the moonlight.

It was the guy who was frightened into incontinence by Norman's ice dagger at the freshman rally.

But there were people at the scene who had different opinions: "Forget it, Gegil, this guy is so weird, I've never seen anyone perform a magic missile like this!"

As soon as this person's voice fell, someone next to him immediately answered: "Yes, yes, we all borrowed armor on purpose, but it was beaten like this, and even the money bag was taken away by him, I think it's better to forget it." ”

"I almost fainted!"

"I heard that this family has joined the Skull and Bones Club, and the people in the Skull and Bones Club are not easy to mess with. ”......

The tin men had already taken off their helmets, most of them the same old students who had been seen at the freshman assembly that night, except for two unfamiliar faces.

The green-haired Gergil was also annoyed when he heard these twitters, "Are you blaming me? Do you want me to pay you the money you were robbed of?!"

"I'm not blaming you, I just think that's it. ”

"It's not that you don't know that there are always a few of these thorns every few years, and they are not ordinary students, so we don't want to use the routine of ordinary students and ask others to abide by them. ”

"What are you talking about? We have been defeated, and the other side should take the loot, which of course does not cost you. ”......

These eight guys chattered like a plate of loose sand, before the accident felt invincible in the world, after the accident began to find all kinds of reasons and began to retreat, and finally several people broke up unhappily and went back to their respective dormitories.

One of the boys, Hogan Rivera, returned to the dormitory, took off his armor, opened his mouth, and as if to say something to himself, suddenly shouted into the dark corner, "Who is it?!"

The man immediately jumped up from his chair and clenched his right hand into a fist, and he didn't know when he was already holding a large red gem inside.

"Don't be nervous. ”

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness he was looking at, like a wave of water, and after a few ripples, it was the appearance of a person, "It's me." ”

This is a man who looks in his twenties and less than thirty, with an ordinary face and an ordinary figure, belonging to the kind of person who can never be found again after a few breaths thrown into the crowd, and the only thing that is a little distinctive is his lingua franca accent.

His lingua franca accent is very strange, and there are some differences from the mainstream lingua franca accent on the mainland, and I don't know which dialect it is, which makes people feel awkward to hear.

"It turned out to be you,"

After Hogan saw the man's appearance, his nervous expression faded from his eyes, and it seemed that he knew the other party.

Then Hogan sat down again and began to continue his unfinished business.

He was actually chanting a mantra, but his accent was very strange, it seemed to be an ancient language, but it was impossible to understand what he was talking about, and it was not known whether he was really chanting a mantra or babbling nonsense.

But the next scene proves that he is indeed chanting a spell.

After he took off his armor, he pulled his clothes apart. He wore little in the summer, so he could see the red mark on his chest at a glance, slightly dented, and it was obvious that this was the damage caused by Norman's magic missile just now—the power of the magic missile could be seen through the armor that could do such damage.

And as Hogan's strange spell was finished, the red mark on his chest gradually faded, and the skin and flesh that had been sunken in it gradually calmed down and regained its luster!

After seeing this, the man who came out of the shadows asked, "What happened?"

Hogan shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just that there is a conflict between the students......" He told him about today's incident, and by the way, he also explained the ins and outs of the conflict between Norman and Gergil, and finally sighed: "The magic missile is indeed the most powerful spell in the level 1 spell. ”

The man who came out of the shadows listened in silence, and suddenly spoke, asking, "You said, he attacked each of you with 8 magic missiles, and each of you was hit in the chest by his magic missile?"

Hogan said, "yes." He was puzzled, "I don't know how he did it, it's the first time I've seen someone use a magic missile like this......"

The man who came out of the shadows seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, he said, "You collect his information and give it to me." After explaining, he finally talked about the purpose of his visit, "Have the mages of Nicaro behaved abnormally recently?......

......

Norman trotted all the way back to the dormitory from the woods, closed the door tightly, and then, to Curtis's astonishment, took out all the money bags, laid them out on the table one by one, poured out all the money inside, and counted it slowly.

He counted it twice, and with the help of the Knights Templar, he finally determined that there were 22 Quintalan plus 136 silver narls!

When Baze left, he only left 10 quintalans for him, the "Young Master Allen", and when he went out for a walk this night, more than 20 quintalans came directly, which was more than the living expenses Baron Harris gave him for a year!

These noble young masters are really rich......

Norman was determined to study spells hard, improve his strength, and not be greedy for pleasure, but seeing so much Quintalan still made his heart shake a little for a while.

It was the first time in his life that he had seen so many Quintalans, and the golden light was so bright that his eyes were almost blind.

Curtis was much calmer than his dirt bun, just glanced at these Quintalan and didn't look at it again, but asked with interest, "You went to rob?"

"No, someone came to rob me......"

Norman recounted from beginning to end that he had been "scattered" outside that night, and that he had been ambushed by a few tin men.

Curtis listened, a little worried, "You shouldn't have been so reckless that night......"

He was also delicate, and he seemed to have guessed who ambushed Norman.

As for the Quintalan, Curtisty didn't mention it - according to the rules of the nobility, these Quintalan were Norman trophies, and even if the guys admitted that they were Tin Men, they couldn't get them back.

Curtis is worried about Norman, but Norman is the client who thinks that there are not enough people who offended him in the first place.

If he had a few more, would more people have come to trouble him now? Would he have been able to scavenge more money?

Alas......

After thinking about it, Norman carefully packed all the money into his money bag, added his own original money, and stuffed his money bag into a bulging bag, like a balloon that had been blown up, making people worry about whether these metal coins would break the money bag, and took two money bags and put two layers on the outside before looking at ease.

However, he didn't see how long the money bag lasted, and quickly put it away, climbed into his bed, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate.

The reason why he was able to have such abundant loot now instead of being beaten like a pig's head was because he now mastered the magical power of spells.

Tonight's events made him understand that the strength of spells is the foundation of everything, so he has something to do quickly.

That is, to determine your first instantaneous spell.