Mick was stunned and surprised, "Don't you know that I'm a magician?"

The bearded mercenary sneered, "You know, a liar disguised as a magician, a waste with a broken bloodline...... Now that the Wizards' Council has reached the end of your protection, your life is at an end. ”

Seeing that they looked like they were winning, Mick sneered inwardly and slowly drew his Blackwood wand.

"Catch him, remember to be lighter, don't accidentally kill him, Master Pei has explained, he wants to live!" said that, the bearded mercenary jumped up and slashed at the horse's leg with his knife.

Mick gave Karl a quick look, then jumped off the horse, his dark wood wand glowing with silver magic, and then a finger-thick bolt of lightning shot at the bearded man without warning.

"Level 2 magic, burning lightning!"

The bearded man didn't expect Mick to actually cast magic, so he was immediately startled and forcibly twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the lightning.

However, the other mercenary who followed closely behind was not so lucky.

After the beard dodged, the lightning struck him in the chest, and the blue electric sparks jumped happily on him, and a burnt smell immediately diffused. The unlucky man convulsed a few times, rolled his eyes and fainted.

When the bearded man saw the tragic condition of his companion, his eyelids couldn't help but jump wildly, but the matter had come to this point, and there was no room for return. All he could do was quickly subdue Mick.

Thinking of this, the bearded man yelled at another companion: "Don't worry, a low-level magician can't let go of a few spells, and he will consume his magic power with his fighting energy." ”

As he spoke, a faint light of fighting energy lit up on his body, and he rushed towards Mick with his long knife in his grip.

Then, he saw one fireball after another, coming out of the black ** staff in Mick's hand. With a smirk on his face, Mick flicked his wand in his hand, and seven or eight fireballs whistled and smashed into the beard.

The bearded man's pupils shrank, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, forgetting to dodge. In fact, even if he dodged, it was useless, such a close distance, so many fireballs, he had already sealed all the places he could hide.

"This doesn't make sense! How can he cast so many instantaneous spells at once, doesn't he need to chant a spell?, or is he already a great magician?" The bearded mercenary had one last question in his head before being hit by the fireball.

In fact, he lost very unjustly, as a third-level warrior, the chance of winning against a higher-level magician will be more than eighty percent. It's a pity that he's up against the freak Mick, who can't be measured by ordinary mage standards at all.

There was an explosion of "bang bang bang", raising a thick cloud of smoke and dust, and the last mercenary was finally frightened when he saw this, turned around and fled.

But he had only escaped a few steps before he saw a flash of light ahead of him, and the demonic Mick was already standing in front of him.

"Is it a second-level magic teleportation technique?"

The mercenary was shocked, and when he tried to escape in another direction, he saw the guy with a cheap smile on his face, pointing at him with an ugly black wand, and he didn't hear him recite any incantations, and he felt a shock and coldness all over his body, stiff and weak, and could no longer move.

Then a small fireball struck his brain, exploding in a brilliant spark.

When the smoke cleared, Mick walked leisurely to the bearded man, with a cheap smile, looking at the defeated men who were already blurred with flesh and blood, and playing with taste: "Just these two brushes, dare to come out and be a killer?" ”

Mick shook his head in disgust.

The dying beard used his last strength to take out a money bag from his burnt pocket, handed it to Mick tremblingly, and begged for mercy: "My mission failed, this is half of the commission I get, according to the rules, the commission is given to you, you let me go." ”

Mick looked at Carl in amazement and asked, "Is there still this rule on the road?"

Karl nodded and said: "Mercenaries live a life of licking blood with knives, they just take money to do things, and they have no enmity with anyone, so you can choose to take his life, or take his money and let him live." ”

"Ah, I see!" Mick smiled and took the money bag: "Of course the money is to be taken, and what we lack most now is gold coins." ”

The bearded man was just relieved when he saw Mick collect the money, but he heard Mick say cheaply: "As for life, I can't keep it, otherwise anyone can come and cut me in the future, and if I lose, I will spend money to eliminate the disaster, so won't I be exhausted to death?"

"You don't follow the rules! The First Snow Mercenary Group won't let you go!" the bearded man's face changed, and a wave of anger rose in his heart, and he rebuked angrily.

"Haven't heard of the First Snow Mercenary Regiment......?" Mick grinned, pointing his wand at the bearded head.

Karl gently pressed down the Blackwood Wand: "Mick, don't mess around, the First Snow Mercenary Group is very powerful in Federland, and it is said that they are a branch of a large mercenary group, and their strength is very strong, we can't afford to offend them." ”

"Oh, is that so? Forget it then......" Mick looked abrupt and gestured to withdraw his wand.

But just when Carl and the beard were a little relieved, a long tongue of fire suddenly erupted from Mick's dark wood wand, which immediately enveloped the beard in flames.

"Ah!! you treacherous fellow, you don't want to die!" the bearded man, who struggled frantically in the flames, let out a final roar.

"Mick, you guy, do you know what you've done?" Karl angrily grabbed Mick and yelled at him in the face.

Mick slowly wiped the saliva from his face, put away his smile, and said in a cold voice: "Carl, if it is us who loses today, do you think you can save your life by begging for mercy or paying money?"

You don't understand the path ahead of us, and if you have even the slightest mercy for your enemies, you may be eaten to the bone. ”

"If you plan to kill him in the first place, then you can completely stop taking his money, you have broken the rules!"

Mick gently shook off Carl's hand and sneered: "The rules? Who set the rules? In the future, everything I have the strength to control will be done according to my rules!"

With that, Mick turned on his horse and headed south. When passing another unconscious soldier, he added another magic spell, which ended in the life of the guy and destroyed the corpse by the way.

Carl looked at Mick's departing back, his heart in turmoil. Just as Mick was about to disappear from view, he finally gritted his teeth, mounted his horse, and chased Mick all the way south.

Snow Blue Castle, the residence of the Governor of the Fiderland Provincial Tax Collector, Peggy waited for a whole day and a night, but he couldn't wait for the good news of the First Snow Mercenary Regiment.

As the sun was about to set, his patience finally bottomed out, and he roared at the man standing in the corner, "What about the people? What about the people I want? Your promise is like a fart, worthless." ”

In the corner stood a sturdy middle-aged man with a long scar on his face and a cold temperament, recording his past exploits. After listening to Pecki's roar, he said with a gloomy face: "Fifteen minutes ago, the bodies of several of them have been found, and there is no money bag on them. ”

"Your mission has been a complete failure, and you're still caring about their purse!" Peggy said through gritted teeth.

"He shouldn't have broken the rules, that's a provocation to the entire Chuxue Mercenary Group!"

Pecki sneered: "That's your business, I only know, you failed to complete the agreement, you group of ......" Pecy wanted to scold the middle-aged man, but seeing the fierce momentum on his body, Pecy suddenly felt a chill, and finally couldn't say the last few words.

When Pei Ji walked out of the room, he heard the middle-aged man say in a cold voice: "Young Master Pei Ji, that kid who doesn't understand the rules will definitely die, and you don't have to pay for it this time." ”

Peggy sneered, ignored his promise, and walked straight out of the room.

Ten minutes later, Peggy appeared in the office of the Commissioner of Taxation of Federland, looked at the gloomy face of Peggy, and the Commissioner of Taxation, who was over fifty years old, asked lightly: "Didn't things go well?"

Peggy gritted his teeth: "Father, I'm going to the imperial capital of Maltis to study magic. ”

The chief tax officer was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Child, you need patience to do things, you should calm down." ”

Peggy shook his head and said resolutely, "It's none of Mick's business. I thought about it, if you want to make a difference in the realm of magic, you can't hide in a small place like Snow Blue Castle. ”

"Are you serious?" asked the tax commissioner, with a hint of surprise on his face, after a moment's thought.

Pecki nodded heavily.

"Oh, it looks like my son has really grown up. Well, don't look at your dad just nesting in a small place like Federland, but he is no less connected than others in the imperial capital. With that, the Commissioner of Taxation opened the drawer, took out a letter that had already been written, and handed it to Pecki.

"What is this?" asked Pecki, taking the envelope, confused.

The chief tax officer walked to the window, looked at the sunset that was gradually setting, and said lightly: "This is a letter to an old friend, the chief magic alchemist of the empire, Master Frank. I recommended my son Peggy to him to study with him. ”

"Master Frank?!" Peggy looked at his father in disbelief, and the hand holding the letter couldn't help but tremble.

Master Frank is a real big man in the Ottoman Empire, although because he has not yet crossed the threshold of legend, his status is slightly inferior to the Storm Archmage Laurenz, and the Imperial Marshal, the legendary warrior Friedrich, but based on the high status of the magic alchemist, he is definitely a pivotal figure in the empire, and Thomas and his ilk are like the gap between a firefly and the sun and the moon.

"Father's ......"

The Chief Tax Officer smiled kindly: "Only if he comes to be your teacher, can he be worthy of your 'Flame Dragon Yin' bloodline." Besides, how can my son be compared to a wild seed?"

Mick said it ruthlessly, but in fact, he was scared to death. After killing the bearded three, he took Karl all the way to Tibet, went out day and night, ran and killed two thin horses, spent the only 1,000 gold coins left on his body, and carried out a long-distance teleportation, before finally arriving at the foot of the imperial capital Maltis.

The twin city of Maltis, one city is divided into two halves, the east city is the capital of the Ottoman Empire, the imperial capital Maltis, and the west city is the core of the entire Church of Light, the holy city of Maltis.

The imperial capital is dominated by brown buildings, which are prosperous, lively, worldly, sinful, and dirty, while the holy city is dominated by white buildings, which are deserted, quiet, holy, pious, and spotless.

The fusion of two distinct cities in this way made Mick feel extremely strange when he first arrived here.

Of course, this little discomfort had just been born, and it was completely overwhelmed by wave after wave of shock. Two hillbillies who have never seen the world, the largest city they have seen before is Snow Blue Castle, but how can Snow Blue Castle, with a population of no more than 100,000, be compared to Maltis, which has a population of more than one million?

Not to mention the unprecedented prosperity of Maltisse, which these two dirt buns never dreamed of.

They are like mud legs who have strayed into a noble manor, and they find everything very novel and shocking.

In particular, when Mick first saw the magnificent walls of Maltis, which were ten meters high and three meters thick, it was as if a gate had been quietly opened in his heart, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in his head...... This city will henceforth belong to the great Mick!

Later history records that in 1696 of the Bright calendar, St. Mick arrived in Maltis, and the glorious era of magic began.