Magical Strategist

The real dragon struck three times, divided five by two, and started eating.

boom!

Before the noodles were finished, the table was suddenly tapped.

There was a huge shock, and the entire bowl of noodle soup was overturned and spilled all over the table.

The real dragon was startled and looked up: four men and one woman, five young men in red magic robes stared at him angrily.

"Where have I seen this outfit before?" the real dragon thought to himself.

A good robe does not look like clothes at all when worn on the body, but rather an exhibit in a fashion show. One of the men cut off the sleeves of his cassock, exposing his arms. There was a tattoo on his arm that looked like a sparrow or some other bird. Another man drew a lifelike tiger on his robe. The most eye-catching one is the woman with heavy makeup. She simply transformed her magic robe into a sexy sleeveless miniskirt, which is very charming.

"Eh? Isn't this the badge of Podol Academy? Could it be that these little gangsters and little girls are students of Podol?" Zhenlong said to himself.

"Get out of my way!" The sleeveless man roared at the real dragon.

The real dragon was very confused, but he still maintained restraint and said in a friendly manner: "This friend, it seems that I came here first."

Unexpectedly, the sleeveless man didn't say hello, grabbed the real dragon's collar, and shouted angrily: "Get out of here if I tell you to, do you want to be beaten?"

"Masters and ladies of Bordeaux, please, please don't make trouble all the time. If you want to fight, can you go out and fight? The shop still has to do business." The shop owner hurriedly came to persuade. It seemed that this was not the first time he had been involved in a fight.

"What's the matter with you? Get out of the way!" The sleeveless man immediately sprayed the store owner with spit on his face.

The female student quietly reminded: "Aniu, the school has regulations. You cannot disrupt the local order when you go out. If you are reported by the masses, you will be punished."

The sleeveless man named A Niu snorted coldly and began to challenge the real dragon again: "Boy, if you are still a man, come out and fight with me."

"What is this? Asking me to go out for a fight for no reason?! Zhenlong couldn't understand the situation more and more. He was eating noodles peacefully, and then a group of Bodor students appeared inexplicably, and then asked for help inexplicably. Fighting. Are all the people in Bodor like them, either hooligans or little girls? Impossible. Bodor is one of the most important magic schools. Logically speaking, the school rules and regulations of such a college should not be so bad. Even if The Shacheng Academy in Patch Town also has strict discipline: no fighting or bullying of weaker students.

Seeing that the real dragon was dumbfounded and didn't respond for a long time, the charming daughter said impatiently: "Hey, idiot, you only have two choices now, either get out of here obediently, or go out and compete with Aniu, at least give me a response. , you idiot."

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. The people here are unfamiliar, and they are from Bodor. The real dragon didn't want to cause trouble, so he obediently made room for the other party.

"Eat? I'll let you eat!" Aniu picked up a bowl full of beef noodles and poured it on Zhenlong.

ah! The noodle soup was so hot that the real dragon jumped up.

"What, you don't accept it? Come on, let's challenge him!" A Niu continued to challenge.

I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will offend them.

The young man was full of energy, and the real dragon could not bear this inexplicable humiliation. It is simply unreasonable, inexplicable, and lawless! If you don't teach him a lesson today, you will have spent eighteen years as a man in vain! In a rage, he accepted A Niu's challenge and followed him outside.

"Hey, it's Bodor's people again! How many times have they made trouble in my store? Those instructors don't care. It's not an option to keep doing this." The store owner said helplessly.

"Isn't that right? A few days ago, people from Bodor were fighting in front of my house. Not only did they destroy my orchard, but they also beat my pet dog to death. Who should I tell you about this kind of thing? With them What the principal said, let me tell you something: The principal has nothing to do with the students' affairs. Just tell the town security department, they have nothing to do with the school's affairs. Hey... what a sin..." A customer also complained.

"It's a good school, why should it become as cliquey as a gangster?" said another diner.

The shop owner was holding back his grievances. He had to clean up the broken bowl, dirty table and floor by himself.

As everyone knows, this restaurant has been open for more than ten years, and students from Podol often come here. But at least eight times out of ten visits would turn into a scuffle, which could range from breaking a few sets of tableware to destroying the store and burning down the house.

After ten years, he has become accustomed to it. They even make bets with diners and make a fortune from it.

For example, today, the shop owner said with confidence: "Don't just eat here, why don't we bet on who will win among the two waves of people who go out? If you win, the meal will be free, if you lose, you will have to pay for the meal." Pay double the money? How about it? Do you want to play or not?"

"Is there any need to bet?" Interested diners often assume that Bordeaux is a sure winner.

But the store owner was confident that the red-haired boy would win.

"He is a student of Bordeaux. I can't stand that red-haired boy's fair face with tender skin and tender flesh." The diner said.

"That boy named A Niu, look at how strong his muscles are!" another diner said.

"Boss, did you lose on purpose? Hahahaha..."

No matter what the diners say, the owner is convinced that the red-haired boy will win. After ten years of fighting, you can tell who wins and who loses at a glance.

.........

Sure enough, it was less than two minutes.

There was a loud "bang" sound outside, like a thunderbolt from the blue.

A scream came in.

who is it?

Who's winning?

Everyone's eyes were staring at the door...

"Boss, I'm really sorry. I just caused you trouble. This is the face value. Pack me another portion with more beef." I saw the real dragon came back safe and sound, and then generously handed over a gold coin. .

All the diners were immediately dumbfounded. How could they have expected that the final winner would be the white and tender Lear Dragon with fine skin and tender meat.

The boss smiled and said to the fire: "I am willing to admit defeat, everyone, I accept the concession, double share, double share, thank you, oh, thank you so much, hehehehe... That young man, please take your money back, our store There is a stipulation that the winner of the fight will be free, and in addition, you will be given a signature dish: beef steak!"

What?

The real dragon had a cold sweat on his face, thinking to himself, what kind of bird place is this? Whoever wins the fight can eat and drink for free?

What the store owner said was absolutely correct. The real dragon has experienced many large and small battles and lived a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. Unintentionally, his physical fitness and practical combat experience have surpassed these so-called "top students" of Bodor. Even the real dragon himself couldn't believe that the magicians in Bodor were not that powerful.