After entering the clinic, or from avoiding the eyes of others, the middle-aged man became silent, sitting opposite Sophie and looking at the clinic without saying a word, not at all able to see the anxiety just now.

Sophie had no interest in talking to the middle-aged man, so she played with the bottles and cans she carried with her, and she didn't smile until Praphda came over with a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, sure enough, the coffee that Prafda brewed was to my taste, and the others brewed even the most precious treasures, but they were not so much. ”

Praise before you can drink it, this kind of flattering nonsense Plaphda didn't believe it, she gave Sophie a blank look, and then stood behind Sophie with the tray in her arms.

Drinking coffee beautifully, Sophie slowly wasted time with the middle-aged man, until she finished a cup of coffee, and finally faced the person in front of her.

"Don't stop using meaningless excuses, can you tell me your true purpose?"

From the beginning, Sophie never believed in the man's excuse of 'seriously ill daughter', and there was no need for evidence, it didn't make sense logically, and Lamech's medical skills naturally went without saying, but there were not a few cases where the real level and reputation were different.

Think about it, is it really possible for a young woman who looks to be no more than twenty years old to have a reputation for the recently opened clinic that will make people hear about it? Just look at the vendor who accosted Sophie, it's impossible.

Well, the middle-aged man's argument is logically untenable in the first place until evidence is sought.

Even if you take a step back, the middle-aged man really heard about this kind of gossip, and believed in it as a lifesaver, and immediately came to Sophie and Pravda, which is enough to make people suspicious.

The middle-aged man smiled confidently.

"Don't you believe me, what if what I'm saying is true?

Sophie didn't bother to answer such a question, she was not a saint and gentleman who thought she should save the people, she thought about her own life before considering irrelevant people, and even if a man really had a seriously ill daughter, she had no responsibility or obligation to help him.

Without a response from Sophie, the coldness on the man's face flashed, and then he continued to put on that confident smile.

"Don't be so vigilant, I don't mean to go to war with you, after all, if we go to war, it will be the people around us who will suffer. ”

The man's smile, words and deeds made Sophie feel disgusted, everyone has the kind of person they hate, and the man in front of her is the kind that Sophie hates.

"I have only come this time to deliver a message to your master, the so-called messenger, by our God. ”

Rather than the god in his own mouth, he focuses more on highlighting himself, a ridiculous desire for self-expression, but he can use it.

As he spoke, the man took out a pitch-black gold-trimmed envelope with a skull covered in feathers from his bosom.

Sophie didn't take the letter from the man's hand, but asked in a puzzled tone.

"Do you say 'God', but we don't have any dealings with that kind of big man, why did they find us?"

Just the right amount of doubt and a girl's face can easily lower the defense of others, this is just a trick to please, if you face Einstein's kind of suspicious ensemble, it is absolutely impossible to succeed, but the man in front of him does not look like a person with a good brain, coupled with that desire for self-expression, Sophie is not worried about how tight the man's tone will be.

Sure enough, seeing Sophie's ignorance, the middle-aged man became inexplicably proud.

"Hmph, you should really find an adult who can talk, not a little ghost like you. But forget it, let me, as an adult, give you a little guidance. ”

Look, it's easy to take the bait.

"It's just to teach you with your fists!"

Along with the man's words was the fist in Sophie's eyes that was rapidly expanding, so fast that she didn't have time to react, and when she saw that the fist that looked so hard was about to fall on her face, Praphda hugged her from behind and blocked the man's fist with her arm.

"You're being rude as a guest. ”

Pushing the man's fist back, Praphda jumped backwards with Sophie in her arms and kicked the couch where Sophie had been sitting at the man.

The man missed the second punch and smashed the sofa, whether it was the speed shown before or the current strength, it was not a grade that normal humans could have, and if you had to compare, it was more like the Fat Pig Prince and the bat.

"Looks like your little trick didn't work, or did it backfire?"

Sophie doesn't agree with Plaphda, especially if she has to admit that she has failed.

"It's not that I've failed, it's that this brainless idiot thinks it's better to kill me and find someone else to talk to than to talk to a kid like me. ”

It's easier to accept being treated as a ghost who can't communicate than admitting defeat.

"Really, I'm a logistics researcher, so let's spare me if you fight or something. ”

Fortunately, with Prafda, there is no need for Sophie, who is an alchemist, to stand on the front line to fight.

The man didn't give Sophie and Praphda time to prepare, and after the attack missed, he continued to pursue, and the whole person bowed over like a leopard and pounced.

"Retreat to a safe place. ”

Pravda barely had time to say this to Sophie before she stepped forward in the direction of the man, in order to pull the combat zone away from Sophie's side. The tray she had held in her hand was swung out as a weapon by Praphda, and the heavy iron tray and the man's fist collided with a loud cannonball, and the small ornaments around it were blown to the ground by the aftermath of the impact.

The iron tray was destroyed by the man's fist attack, and Prafda decisively threw the tray away, grabbed the man's arm with her backhand, and twisted it hard when the two of them were misplaced, only to hear a muffled sound, and the man's right hand was twisted off by her elbow.

Rao is man is strong, and he still let out a dull cry of pain under the sudden serious injury, but his next action is completely beyond Prafda's expectations.

The man didn't stop attacking because his arm was broken, but didn't care about the injury to his arm at all, and forcibly shook his arm, slamming Prafda, who had grabbed his arm, to the ground.

Having been hit by an unexpected attack, Praphda let go of the man's arm, curled up and then stretched out, kicking her feet on the man's head while using the reaction force to get out of the man's range.

The man who had lost one arm could only pause for a moment, holding his injured arm with his other hand, staring at Prafda with angry eyes aroused by the pain.