Magical Strategist

Zhenlong and Feiya also went over to watch the fun. After finally squeezing through the crowd, I stood at a good position where I could see what was going on.

I saw two desks placed there. There were three men and two women sitting next to them. Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man with a stubby hair and a muscular build. He was wearing a black magic robe and had a shining golden badge on his chest.

On the table were several thick stacks of documents and a sky-blue fist-sized crystal ball.

Seeing five people dressed neatly, could it be that some large knight group is recruiting soldiers? The real dragon guessed.

At this time, a big bald man among the five people sitting stood up. He coughed, lit up his rough voice and shouted: "Listen damn well... line up for me..."

What a great aura!

As soon as the big bald man spoke, the crowd suddenly fell silent.

The real dragon muttered: "This man is so brave. He dares to yell in Danube City, a place where dragons gather. Not only is he full of swear words, but he also calls himself me. Aren't you afraid of being beaten by the mercenaries?"

After the bald man finished his rant, the woman sitting next to him smiled and said softly: "Pay attention to your attitude, we are recruiting people."

"It's been three days and we still haven't recruited anyone. It's all because you don't pay attention to your attitude. How can anyone recruit like you?" Another woman complained.

At this time, the man with a short hair coughed, as if to convey a certain meaning. It is not difficult to see that he should be "in charge".

The bald man reluctantly accepted the suggestion, lowered the decibel slightly, and said: "You're a target, didn't you hear me... Please line up in order and sign up one by one."

The bald man's attitude changed 180 degrees. It's just that the crowd is still the same crowd, the formation is still the same, and no one wants to line up.

The bald man's face turned red and his neck was thick with anger. He heard a "pop" sound and his huge palm hit the table.

"What a useless thing, what a useless mercenary group, what a useless person to recruit." At this time, a man's curse came from the crowd.

The bald man finally couldn't help it anymore and yelled: "Who's talking? Stand up!"

"It's me, grandpa!" A tall man squeezed through the crowd, held his head high, glanced at the five people sitting with extremely contemptuous eyes, and continued: "Grandpa's name is Luke, Diwen Mercenary Regiment "Chief, dear grandsons, keep your eyes open and your ears straightened up. You have to disappear within five seconds, otherwise grandpa will let you have a taste of how it feels to move your head."

After speaking, Luke moved his fingers and made a clicking sound.

The crowd began to whisper: "Deven Mercenary Group? That's an awesome group with a mercenary fee as high as 1 blue diamond!"

"It is said that this man named Luke, nicknamed "Da Ma", is a master with purple fighting spirit."

At this time, Zhenlong secretly said to Feiya: "It looks like there's going to be another fight, Xiaoya, why don't we leave."

"Wait, don't worry, don't you know who this short-haired man is?" Feiya said with a smile.

The real dragon shook his head.

Feiya reminded: "Think carefully about what you have learned in the textbook before, and then look at the badges on their chests."

Zhenlong looked at the shiny badge on Ban Tou's chest. Did he learn it in the textbook? I really can’t remember... Suddenly, the real dragon roared: "I know, they are..."

Feiya quickly covered the real dragon's mouth and said: "Shh, don't be so loud!"

.........

"Brother Ma, we are here." At this time, several people appeared in the crowd one after another, looking towards the guy. They seemed to be Luke's men.

Luke was overjoyed: "Brothers, you came just in time!"

Although Luke was yelling and yelling there, the five people present didn't take it seriously, and the two women were still sipping tea leisurely.

The man with the round hair shook his head and said: "My grandma, it's been three days and I haven't even caught a ghost, so I'll just take this bad breath out on these barbarians!"

"Ah, no way!" the other four said in unison.

"Boss, it seems inappropriate for you to take action yourself." A woman said.

"Yes, yes."

"Why do you care so much? I'll come as soon as I go." Banbu jumped up, crossed the desk, and quickly came to Luke.

"But boss, you...you don't have any weapons..." the woman pointed to the broken staff hanging on the chair.

The bald man shook his head and replied: "When have you ever seen a boss use weapons in a fight?"

Ban Cun Tou stood in front of Luke, forming a sharp contrast in terms of physique. Ban Cun Tou's height only reached Luke's shoulders.

"Tell me your name. Grandpa never kills unknown people." Luke said arrogantly.

Ban Cun squinted his head and replied: "My surname is Dad, my given name is Dad, why don't you call me Dad?"

Luke was furious, and after bursting out with purple fighting spirit, he drew out his big knife and slashed.

Ban Cuntou remained calm and looked at the oncoming knife calmly.

Sudden.

Wow!

Golden light shone everywhere, and the shining light made everyone present unable to open their eyes. At the same time, powerful air currents like a typhoon spread around. No, it was more powerful than a typhoon, and several thin people were actually blown into the sky.

Naturally, the real dragon couldn't withstand this fierce impact. He hugged Feiya tightly, fearing that this girl's small body would be blown away by the wind.

"What a strong fighting spirit!" The real dragon couldn't help but praise. He originally thought that only Piro had such powerful golden fighting spirit in the world, and he didn't think about anyone else.

When the light recedes, people slowly open their eyes...

"Dad, have mercy on me, daddy, have mercy on me, grandpa, no, I know my mistake." Luke knelt down at Ban Cun Tou's feet and begged for mercy.

Ban Cun Tou kicked Luke hard in the stomach, then poked the bridge of his nose with his thumb and said: "I am the one who beats you today. Remember my name, Roberto Baggio!"

"Could it be that daddy is... the God of Fire, Baggio?" Luke's eyes widened. "The little one has eyes but cannot see Taishan. Please spare the little one's life."

"Who do you think beat you? Get out of here." Baggio kicked Luke on the butt again.

"Why are you still standing there? Get out quickly." Luke rolled around with his minions and disappeared in despair.

.........

After getting rid of Luke, Baggio turned back to his seat and shouted to everyone: "Podol Magic Academy is now convening talented magicians. I hope that the magic apprentices present will not hesitate any longer. Podol is the harbor for you to achieve your dreams. .”

"Everyone, everyone is welcome to sign up." The woman on the side added.

"Those who sign up, stand in a row for me and come one by one." The bald man said.

In an instant, the crowd surged, and they all consciously stood in a row.

"Do you want to try it?" Feiya asked.

He was shining like a real dragon, and there seemed to be traces of saliva on the corner of his mouth. His voice seemed to be trembling: "I, I will do it, do it..."

"What are you doing? I want to ask you if you want to sign up. Podol College rarely recruits people openly like this. The opportunity is rare," Feiya said with a smile.

"I mean, I have never dreamed of going to that school." Zhenlong was so moved that he almost shed tears.

"Then hurry up and line up!" Feiya said.

The real dragon took a step forward. After a few steps, he turned back and asked, "What about you?"

Feiya shook her head and said: "I am not interested in Bodor's magic. I just want to learn the magic of Nikita Academy. Go ahead."