Salin chuckled lightly and said: "Baron Minghui seems to think that someone who can throw fireballs is a magician. Although I understand your ignorance, I cannot accept it. Www!QUanbEn-xIAoShUo!cOM"
Baron Minghui clenched his fists, and the swordsman behind him whispered something in his ear, so he didn't get angry. But he was not willing to be humiliated by a child with such an attitude. Salin was not worthy of the word mage at his age.
"The Scotia people often say that everything can be bought with gold coins. Master Salin, I am willing to hire you to perform an impromptu magic show for everyone on the spot."
"No problem. I will go to Yaoyang City tomorrow and register as a mercenary. The Baron can send someone to accompany me." Salin looked like he lacked confidence.
"Why go to all this trouble, Master Salin, I make the decision, let's do it now. You set a price and let us all know something. Baron Minghui is a person of status and will not refuse you." The Viscountess immediately asked the question. Done, Baron Minghui's mouth was deflated and a little painful. But it was hard for him to refute the praise of such a beauty, it would be too embarrassing.
"Just two thousand gold coins. It's not easy for Lord Baron to be away from home." Sally looked nonchalant, but he was already filled with endless joy.
"I will pay you three thousand gold coins, and you will duel with my swordsman. If you win, it will be yours." Baron Minghui finally became angry.
The atmosphere on the table immediately became tense, Salin's pupils shrank, and he forgot one thing. Magicians are certainly scary, but they are an exception to one kind of people, and that is people who live in remote areas and have never seen anything about the world. They may be afraid of a mad dog, but they are definitely not afraid of a magician.
Because the mad dog can understand, but the magician never appears.
Salin cast his eyes on the swordsman behind the baron, slowed down and asked, "Are you planning to fight me to the death?"
There was no emotion in Salin's words, no fluctuation at all. The swordsman's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he kept cursing his baron in his heart. He is just a high-level swordsman. It may be possible to kill this boy, but a magic apprentice is different from a swordsman. If you kill the apprentice, the apprentice's teacher will definitely kill more people when he is angry.
He had just arrived and didn't know what level of mage Salin's teacher was. If it was more than level four, the emperor wouldn't be too angry even if the baron was killed.
I am still young, is my bright future going to be ruined in the hands of the Baron
Salin had been looking into the swordsman's eyes, and he noticed the swordsman's emotional fluctuations in his heart. Salin breathed a sigh of relief. This swordsman did not dare to kill himself. Salin calmed down. He looked at Baron Minghui and smiled: "Baron, when I say two thousand gold coins, I mean the price for hiring me to perform magic. The outcome of the duel requires additional chips. If If you can't afford it, forget it, I haven't even noticed a few thousand gold coins, I'm just giving face to Viscount Guge."
Salin's conversation was very appropriate, befitting the identity he was currently pretending to be.
Baron Minghui gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.
"Let's do this. The Baron may not have much money left, so I'll just use your ring as a prize. If I win..."
"Okay!" Baron Minghui pulled the dazzling ring from his hand and placed it on the table. "You win, this is yours. If you get hurt in any way, it's none of my business."
"Let's begin." Salin suddenly waved his hand, and the swordsman behind Baron Minghui instinctively drew his sword. The two of them were across the table. He did not dare to jump on the table to attack Salin. It would be too rude.
Salin didn't think so. As he waved his hand, the flames in the copper basin in the center of the table suddenly surged, almost reaching the roof. It's just that the originally red flame turned into a faint blue color at this time, beating strangely.
The swordsman felt pain in his eyes and nostrils at the same time, and he could no longer see anything. He immediately raised his sword energy, and the long sword formed a sword curtain to protect himself. He didn't know what kind of magic he was under, and he was terrified.
Salin didn't use magic. He threw the witch's gaze directly into the fire. Everyone in the room except him was temporarily blinded. Salin quietly jumped onto the table, picked up the magic wand in his hand, and hit Baron Minghui on the head hard.
Baron Minghui was not as skilled in martial arts as Viscount Guge. He was blind and was already shouting in panic. The stick hit him firmly on the head. Venus appeared, and before Baron Minghui knew what was happening, Saleen hit him in the head again.
"Stop, don't fight, don't fight, I lose!" Baron Minghui was beaten several times and finally felt what was hitting him. His throat hurt, his voice was hoarse, and he almost cried. Isn't that devil a magician? why did you hit me
Only then did Salin stop, bend down on the table, pick up Baron Minghui's ring, put it away, and then stepped over the gradually extinguishing flames and returned to his seat.
Everyone's eyes gradually regained their vision. The swordsman saw the lump on Baron Minghui's head and glared at Salin. Viscount Guge didn't know what to say. After all, Salin was his magician in name. He beat up his guest and told Baron Minghui that he would lose all his face.
Saleen shrugged and said, "If your lord is killed in battle, you can't restore your reputation even if you kill all the enemies, right?"
The swordsman looked in the direction of Salin's finger, feeling cold in his heart. At some point, a hole the size of a washbasin melted on the tabletop. The hole was located right in front of Baron Minghui.
He knew the magic of acid splashing and was not afraid of it, but once the baron was splashed with acid, his life would be over even if he didn't die. Moreover, the previous magic made him lose his visual ability for almost thirty seconds. As long as the opponent releases a first-level magic, he may not be able to resist it.
Only then did he feel grateful to Salin, but he didn't know that Salin didn't know any first-level magic, otherwise he would have thrown a fireball on his head. Only dead enemies are safe, and any professional understands this truth.
"I lost." The swordsman lowered his head and put away his sword.
"Then the Baron won't default on his debt, two thousand gold coins." Salin shamelessly stretched out his hand.
Minghui Baron Cook looked sad, took out two Imperial Bank deposit checks from his arms, and handed them to the maid waiting behind him. When Salin got the deposit ticket, his eyebrows immediately became kind. He took out a small bottle and poured the potion in the bottle into the charcoal fire. The fragrance immediately filled the room.
"Lord Viscount, I'm sorry for breaking your table." Salin apologized to Viscount Guge while eliminating the sequelae caused by the witch's gaze.
Viscount Guge felt a slight chill in his heart. He knew that his martial arts skills were not as good as those of Baron Minghui's swordsmen. If Salin had wanted to kill him just now, it would have been easy. Magicians are really evil things. Is my plan too risky this time
He originally thought that Salin was an apprentice and it didn't matter if he took advantage of him. Now it seems that even a magic apprentice is enough to make people die inexplicably.
"Salin, if you can see such wonderful magic, a table is nothing. Come on, let's change places." Guge greeted everyone to get up. He also knew that if he continued to stay in this house, Baron Minghui might not be able to do anything for a minute. I can't bear it anymore.
Salin had dinner with Viscount Guge, but Chris had already returned. Viscount Guge couldn't hold him back, so Salin left the city lord's palace with a huge skin bag on his back.
Baron Minghui was full of resentment and originally wanted to provoke a few words, but Viscount Guge just said to him gently: "Even my title can't do anything to the magician."
Baron Minghui was instantly discouraged. He might be very rich, but his title was three levels different from that of Guge. Even the first-class Viscount said so. It seemed that he had no way to retaliate against Salin.
Salin walked through the city gate with some pride and walked slowly towards his home. Now Salin does not need to pay taxes when entering the city. This is true in any city on the mainland, magicians are privileged people.
Beating up Baron Minghui made Salin feel much happier. He felt like he had completely turned over. From then on, he was no longer the same Salin, and the name Metatrin no longer represented decline and poverty. Even a noble who was in charge of a town could be beaten, so what else could he be dissatisfied with
Of course, the premise is that you want to become a real magician. If Baron Minghui finds out that he is an apprentice, it will be fine in Ceylon City. Once he leaves, he may be retaliated by the other party.
Now that he has 10,000 gold coins, the refining of the magic string potion must be completed as soon as possible, otherwise Baron Guge will still need to help eliminate pirates after winter.
Salin was not enthusiastic about exterminating pirates. His family had never produced fishermen for generations. They were nobles at first. Later, they lost their titles and were very successful in business. They always traveled south by land. The pirates had no hatred against Salin, but Baron Guge's words tempted Salin. He could save many sailors and soldiers.
Jason is still obsessed with his magical experiments and doesn't care what Salin does. Saleen spent 6,000 gold coins to purchase six portions of materials and began to prepare the magic string potion.
He himself is still unable to cast magical flames, and can only rely on alchemical equipment such as crucibles. The process of refining the magic string potion was still not going smoothly. Saleen failed four times in a row. There was still a pile of medicine residue in the crucible and nothing was produced.
Four thousand gold coins were lost like this, and Salin was heartbroken, but the more he invested, the harder it was to give up. The day of the Ghost Festival is coming, and Salin hopes to participate in the celebration as a real magician.
It was another early morning. Jason had eaten early and entered the laboratory, with the door closed. Salin set up a crucible in his room and added the magic flame potion, but did not light it. He took out his badge, held it in his hand, released a level 0 magic, and waited for the badge to drain his magic power.
Every time he does this, after recovery, Salin's mental power will grow a little. If it weren't for his poor elemental affinity, he would have become an official magician long ago, and he wouldn't have to refine any magic string potion.
The mysterious badge drained all power from Salin's body, and Salin lay on the floor, quietly waiting for his recovery. A flash of blue color flashed through the lightning-shaped scar in the center of the badge, and various negative effects came one after another. Saleen seemed to have no feeling, rehearsing the process of refining the magic string potion bit by bit in his mind.