When Lear stumbles into the birch grove, the she-cat gives him an affectionate moan, and he returns the favor with a big smile.

"I hope you are ready to go to the Goddess of Light and repent. ”

Seeing Lear arrive, Pol gritted his teeth.

Because he didn't find any trace of fear in the other party's eyes, which made him feel humiliated, didn't this pariah know the awe that he should have for the strong man on the list?

"Yes, I'm done, when can we start?"

Lear still has that 'hurry up, don't talk nonsense, I'm going back to sweep the floor'.

In fact, unlike the duel of warriors, the duel between mages is really nothing new, it is nothing more than standing in place and chanting a spell, and then you have a skill and I have a skill to fight, comparing accuracy and luck, whoever is smashed first is unlucky.

As for resistance and physical endurance?

No, no, no, non-existent.

That's all, these are still scenes that only exist between middle and high-level mages.

As for the low-level mages and even magic apprentices like Pol, it's basically a matter of who can't knot their tongues, because if you wait on the battlefield to finish a spell, the enemy warriors will already rush over and cut you down.

In general, a strong mage will also have one or several strong warrior guards, and the timidity behind elegance and nobility is also an indelible label.

"Then you will die!"

After saying this, Pol began to recite the incantation, judging by the accuracy and fluency of his pronunciation, this seventeenth was not a waste of fame.

Pol's mentor was Mr. Cuthbert, a renowned professor at the Academy, who was famous because he had devoted his life to the study and improvement of a spell - weakness.

After years of refining this spell, both in terms of casting speed and casting effect, it is not unusual for Pol to be able to get a glimpse of the fur as his student.

Pol's idea Lear can basically guess, it is nothing more than planning to throw a weak and powerless person to himself, and then when he collapses on the ground like a puddle of mud, a group of people rush up and punch the master to death, thinking about how they seemed to treat Mrak just now, which also makes him understand why such a Mlak would lie motionless on the ground and be bullied.

But I'm not going to give you a chance!

I didn't see any movement from Lear, and a water-blue magic arrow rushed to Bol's feet, and after being able to manipulate a little bit of the water element, Lear felt that it would cost him a little less to cast this magic again, although it was not always less, but it was always good to save some mana.

"Ahh

"You're cheating!"

He shouted hoarsely, the dignity of the nobility made him unbelievable that he could be defeated at the hands of a handyman, and that the other party was using instantaneous magic.

The goddess of light was above, and he hadn't heard any magic spells at all!

"If you make any more noise, the next one will fall on your head. ”

Lear didn't have the heart to take care of the noble young master's emotions at all, and he intimidated viciously.

"No, you don't dare kill me, I'm an apprentice in magic, my mentor..."

Then he consciously closed his mouth when he saw the blue light flashing in Lear's hand.

At that moment just now, he had a very strong premonition that if he insisted on finishing the threatening words, then the other party would really kill him.

"That's good, now that I've won the duel, let's talk about compensation. ”

"Reparations?"

Pol and the others looked at each other, not understanding where Lear, who had not been damaged by half a hair from beginning to end, needed compensation.

"You have injured my friend, caused him serious physical and mental damage, and because of your provocation I have delayed my normal work, so that I cannot complete today's task, there will be a loss of contribution points, for the sake of so many of you, I will give you a group purchase price, one hundred gold coins.

If you don't agree, the duel will continue, and I'm not responsible for any mistakes that happen when the magic has no eyes. ”

It wasn't until now that Pol and the others realized that they might have been tricked, and the handyman in front of them was not only insidious, powerful, but also very shameless, but they had no choice but to hand over all the gold coins on their bodies to get through the level in front of them, and then come back to the field later.

"Two more. ”

Pol and the others even turned their money bags and coat pockets upside down, and in the end they only made up ninety-eight gold coins, but their pitiful aggrieved gaze did not impress Lear, he was like a rigid abacus gentleman, and every copper had to be crackled and cleared.

"Here you go!"

Under Lear's threatening gaze again, Pol hatefully took off the gemstone necklace on his chest, and walked towards the academy without looking back, making it clear that this was not the end of the business, as he had thrown at Lear before leaving.

But who cares?

There was no imaginary magic war, although Mrak also knew that it could not happen, and fortunately there was no one-sided bullying of his benefactor, but the ending in front of him was even more beyond his understanding, so when Lear handed him half a bag of jingling gold coins, he felt that life was really full of dreams.

"I can't ask for this money, Mr. Lear, it's your courage and strength, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

"My dear Mrak, you can call me by my name, because it doesn't look like I'm actually older than you, and these are what you deserve, and those people deserve it, and although I want them to apologize to you, it may backfire in the current situation, so take it as interest, and you can make them pay it back with your fist in the future. I'm sure you can do it. ”

"Thank you for your generosity and comfort, but I still can't ask for this money, because it is not the glory of a warrior if my father knew about it. ”

"Then don't let him know until the day you personally disgrace you, and if you don't want the money, you'll lose my friend now. ”

When Lear's words came to this, there was really no room for Mrak to refuse, to be honest, his family was not wealthy, and as a down-and-out aristocratic child with only one knighthood, he was not much different from a commoner.

In order to send him to Palofodi, his sir's father sold all his land and pinned the hopes of the family on him alone, but although the cultivation of a warrior is not as good as that of a mage, it also needs to be paved with gold coins, medicinal materials to build a body, weapons to be used and strong armor are indispensable, but unfortunately his family can no longer provide him with more help.

In order to make up for the training needs, he also had to complete some tasks issued by the academy in addition to studying, so that he could barely make his own opening support, and this time it was precisely because he offended Bol and others when competing for a task with a high contribution point that he attracted dark revenge.

"Thank you, my friend, that I, Mrak, will remember for the rest of my life what you have done for me today, and hope to repay it with my own hands one day. ”

"There will be a day. ”

Lear held his head in his hands, and the old god whistled at the black cat, then staggered towards the handyman's house.

The moonlight penetrated the dense forest and fell into the eyes of the black cat, reflecting the back of a tall teenager.

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