"It's Kurtan, it's really Kurtan, he's actually dead. ”

"I really don't know whether you live or die, you really dare to provoke the red-robed mage?"

"Nonsense, you don't know, the Serles have been wanted by the Serles for several years, and he has been living well. ”

"He's not dead yet?"

...... The slowly marching procession carried a dozen long wooden poles, the tips of which hung some air-dried heads.

The hideous expression on the somewhat dry face sparked a lot of discussion among the onlookers, most of whom were traders who had been roaming the south of Serre all year round, and were no strangers to this face.

When they were doing business in the past, they were also under the threat of this group of bandits, and when they saw this bandit's head hanging above the long pole, their hearts were shocked.

Nancel's most famous bandit leader actually died like this?

Dead at the hands of such a young mage?

Their eyes fell on the victor again, the mage was so young.

He walked in the middle of the line in a low-key manner, wearing a dark red robe, which seemed to be less eye-catching than the chain mail of the Searle Knight next to him.

Many merchants secretly kept this face in their hearts.

The merchant's sense of touch told them that this mage was definitely not a simple figure.

When their emotions and arguments were over, their eyes moved to the other wooden poles.

Most of the heads above belong to the Tucan people, and there are two heads that can be seen at a glance that they are not Tucans, and the Tucan tribe has always been xenophobic, and there will be horse bandits of other races?

"Oh, these two men are comrades of the horse bandits, and they are responsible for collecting news from all over the country, and this time they came to my family, and when we defeated the Tukan tribe, they didn't have time to withdraw, and they fell into our hands. ”

Hearing the answers given by his subordinates to passers-by's questions, the mage secretly laughed in his heart, especially when he saw the stiff face and twitching corners of his boss standing on the side of the road, and the smile almost appeared on his face.

Herbal tea made with mint leaves and black tea has a special effect on the rise of false fire.

The Mentor of the Ring, who is in his fifties, knows very well that due to years of magical research and genetics and bad lifestyle habits, he suffers from high blood pressure symptoms and gastrointestinal function, so constipation is a frequent thing, and many times, it is difficult to treat with arcane art.

Before going out, he was still trying to reduce the heat caused by the summer heat with tea.

But now, his face and forehead were once again irrepressibly red.

His gaze was fixed on the two heads on the bamboo pole.

It made him feel like he wanted to faint.

Well, of course it was the effect of the fire, because he knew very well why the mage on the other side was doing it.

It's a demonstration.

Or rather, in the intention of making yourself angry.

He took a deep breath and felt that since he had thought of this, there was no need to make a big fuss.

However, the throbbing green tendons in the corners of his forehead betrayed his thoughts.

"Hello, Honorable Lord Antlonz. When Antrentz calmed down, the mage who was beginning to give him a headache had come to him at some point, and with a kind smile, Antrentz, who had exposed the blood vessels in his forehead again, had the urge to throw a fireball and blow up his face: "We have just returned from Sanophon, and we have passed through here, so we will pay a visit." ”

"Oh, it's Dean Sean. Antronz smiled twice, barely maintaining his dignity, he didn't want to lose his temper in this place, otherwise he would make this hateful boy happy, and his dignity would be further damaged: "I've heard about your excellent performance at Darren Moore, it's really wonderful, and many of my colleagues think you have a bright future. ”

"It's a compliment. Penny smiled modestly: "Presumably, those masters love juniors like me very much." ”

"Of course, of course!" Antrentz laughed dryly, but it was easy to tell from the veins in his forehead and the glint in his eyes that he didn't care, Penny didn't care, to be honest, he was angry with this guy, and of course, the hypocritical atmosphere was good.

So the two big and small mages were there smiling and talking nonsense, and they couldn't help but praise each other politely, and after a few words, the mage pointed to a head on those bamboo poles, and said with a smile: "My lord, these bandits tried to rob me halfway, and this guy in our apprentice's costume claimed to be your relative, I don't know if it's true or not......

"Praise the power of the arcane ......" Antrentz's face suddenly became gloomy, but he still shook his head: "Hmm, this is really a big joke, how can I have such a daring relative?"

After learning what happened to Darren Moore, Antrent knew that the mage on the other side might have won the favor of some of the higher-ups of the Mage Guild, although he was not afraid of this, but considering the trouble that might be caused, he still chose to deal with it this way.

Anyway, Serge's kinship is so indifferent, and what Antrent is really angry about is that Penny's provocations are constantly attacking his dignity.

"yes, that's great. Penny smiled, "I knew how such a shameless creature could tell me the truth?" so I cut him down at the time, well, but unfortunately I didn't have time to dig a pit and bury his body, and I don't know if the crows there will be able to eat their fill. ”

"Sizzle......" Antrentz's eyelids twitched violently for a while, and he managed to maintain the smile that he had piled up, and this smile looked at the bloodshot eyes with the blue muscles on his forehead, and there was a very funny feeling: "Oh, this is great, for such a bold lawbreaker, we should deal with it like this." ”

"Ah, so Lord Archon thinks the same, and I'm glad we have a common language in this regard. Penny smiled and glanced at the head again, "He'll be sorry for claiming to be your relative." ”

Antrents' stomach twitched, and he felt like he was going crazy.

In the past, despite repeated setbacks in life, this kind of being constantly provoked by people in person, and he was so aggrieved that it was difficult to get angry, what made him even more angry was the guy who was stimulating him, a junior who had just debuted for only a year.

I'm going to kill him.

I'm going to kill him.

It was a thought that kept coming to his mind.

On the surface, though, he still has to be decent.

This is a meeting between the red-robed mages: "Well, I think so, then, let's bury these bandits on the spot." ”

"No, no, no, dear Lord Antrentz, I feel I should keep them. Penny smiled: "As a memorial to this victory." ”

"Victory?" Antrentz coughed several times in a row, a mouthful of thick phlegm almost blocked his throat, he rubbed his throat, exhaled first, and then looked at Penny deeply: "I hope you can always win." ”

"Of course. A ray of light flashed through Penny's eyes: "At least this third-rate method may not have any effect on me." ”

"That's to admire your skills. Antrent coughed twice, nodded slowly again, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Oh, I don't know if I'm lucky enough to know, how did you take down this group of crazy bandits?"

"This ......" Antrentz saw that extremely annoying smile appear on the other party's young face again, "it can be said that it is luck." ”

"Then I wish you the good fortune of this forever. Antrent laughed twice, rubbed his throat, looked at the mansion behind him, and nodded to Penny: "Okay, you know, I'm very busy with business, so I'm out of company." ”

"It was a pleasure to meet with you. Penny smiled and waved, "I'm pleasant." ”

"I was also very pleasant. Antrent grinned, looked back at the hanging head, and did not notice that the smile, which was worse than crying, fell into the mage's eyes, and returned to the mansion with trembling steps like some kind of epilepsy, and as soon as he entered, he choked twice in his throat and eyes, and 'vomited' out a large mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with black blood, which stuck to the ground like an old paste that had not dried out.

"Your Excellency, are you alright? Witnessing the development of events, Marc came over with a bottle of potion containing a calming herb that was a staple for Antrentz.

"Ahem, I'm going to kill this kid. Antlonz took a few deep breaths before he stopped his desperate gasp, drank the bottle in one gulp, and coughed twice before calming down a little.

"Kill him?" Marcchi frowned.

As an excellent disciple of this Ring Mentor, he naturally had to think about this matter for his mentor.

"My lord, with all due respect, no matter what strength he has to protect himself, neither the horse bandits nor the Assassins of the Moon Sea can pose a threat to him......" he carefully used his words, "Then I'm afraid there is no other way to kill them with all the certainty than to use a large number of regular troops to kill them." ”

"A large number of regular troops slaughtered?" Antrentz's face twitched twice, and he looked at Marchi's eyes as if he was looking at a madman, "My dear disciple, I'm not sure that the regular army here is 100% loyal to me. ”

Marchi bowed his head respectfully and remained silent.

Indeed, this kind of thing must be done by someone who can be trusted, and it is indeed a genius idea to mobilize Serge's regular army to kill a red-robed mage.

However, it has been proven that it is unrealistic to want to quietly kill this trouble with a small number of people.

Antrent walked up and down the floor irritably, and he kept muttering:

"Well, that nasty little guy, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him......"

There was resentment in his tone.

"Actually......" Marcchi groaned for a moment and said slowly: "If you want to kill him, you don't have to do it, a large number of people can be found elsewhere ......"

"Huh?" Antrentz raised an eyebrow.

"My lord, in a month or two, the autumn harvest will come, and probably the town in the south will be the same. Marchi smiled, his lips slightly raised, "Then it's time for the bandits to be active." ”

"You mean ......"

"The battle in the mountains is still going on, and our people and those Mullans are currently in a stalemate......" Marcchi raised his head slightly: "Our people have us to provide food and material support, but the Mullans and their puppets have to hunt in the mountains...... Hehe, presumably they must have a headache for supplies, there is a mountainous area between it and Mulin, and there is no particularly convenient road, if we relax our offensive at that time......"

A smile gradually appeared on Antrentz's face.

He remembered that there were more than a hundred of Mulan's temple warriors, plus seven or eight hundred mountain bandits.

Isn't this what is called 'mass manpower'?

"If that's not enough, we can also reach out to people in the Southeast. Marchi's expression gradually became sinister: "They have been hit hard by our navy, and if there is an opportunity to loot, they should not let it go." ”

With a dozen more ships, there will be more pirates...... Antrent nodded slowly.

The mood has become a little more relaxed.

Who's to say that Marchi isn't offering a good solution to a problem?

At least he thinks so.

With such a big meal, probably the little ones in the south will also be satisfied......

(To be continued)