Lord of Glory

Original While Rodrian was explaining here, Versailles and Sisak on the other side were arguing endlessly for a long time. ╱оΟ

"I'm sorry. I won't accept the bet until I see the blood magic!" "Then you go and duel with this Ivan. It's up to you." "I, I don't despise those duels. Duels are what barbarians are good at. I'm an elegant nobleman." "Hey, the elegant nobleman is scared." "Who am I to be afraid of?" "Then you go to duel!" "Me, me." "Go, the nobleman is being The famous mage is scared to death. Your honor turns out to be just a pound of gold." "Who am I afraid of? I'll show you in a duel."

In the end, ginger is the spiciest. Sisak, who was stirred up with anger, very elegantly took out the wand from his sleeve, strode up to the silent Ivan, raised the wand in front of his chest, bent down and said: "I want to challenge you to a duel." !" As soon as he finished speaking, the originally noisy voices around him suddenly stopped. Rodrian looked at the confident Sisak with a dazed expression. But Ivan was stunned for a moment, then slowly took out a dagger from his sleeve and pressed it on his scarred wrist.

Suddenly at this moment, Sisak, who was originally domineering, immediately put down his wand with a grimace. He bent down and waved his hands very apologetically: "Just a joke, a joke. Don't take it seriously, Mr. Ivan. I just want to adjust." It’s just a matter of atmosphere.”

Sisak, who was smiling in apology, was completely convinced after seeing the scar on his wrist. The person in front of me is the blood mage. Blood magic! In the system of black magic, it is also a very dangerous and powerful magic. Although Sisak specializes in dark element attack magic. But he didn't have the guts to come into contact with this extremely lethal blood magic.

Sisak thought so with a grimace. But I saw everyone around me holding back laughter and turning away their heads. {http:Ivan still had a calm expression and silently stretched out his hand. Sisak, who was very sensible, immediately took out a blue magic core from his arms and gently placed it in Ivan's palm. The latter accepted the apology gift unceremoniously, turned around and walked away indifferently.

As Ivan went away, any murderer or other worker who passed by would avoid them as soon as they saw Ivan. It is conceivable that Ivan's reputation in the Night Owl Club is really scary.

Sisak, who breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, took out a bag of gold coins from his arms and threw it to Versailles with a look of helplessness. The latter was enjoying the windfall. Rodrian immediately fulfilled his accusation faithfully and led the four people to introduce them. The blacksmith shop that makes people laugh, and Ulysses who instructs skeletons and murderers to build a wizard's tower.

Natasha, who was drinking with Clark like a man, bold and heroic. Vader sat silently on a couch on the side of the street and watched. The demon priest Dorimi cursed at the knee-high green-headed demon in the corpse blossom tavern. All of this made the four of Sisak feel like they were in a dream. The Night Owl Society is a privately known dark sanctuary. The surprise given to them was far more than they imagined.

There is no need to worry about the sudden sneaking in of the tribunal, nor the need to set many traps for safety. You can usually concentrate on studying magic. In your free time, you can have a drink and chat with these colleagues. It's not good to be able to pick out a few potential apprentices from ordinary people.

Just when a few people were excitedly looking forward to the days when they could settle down in the future, Modo, the tyrant who was tearing apart like a mountain, suddenly glanced at the mage tower in the center of the lake in the distance, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Fat man, you guys. Where is the leader? I came all the way from the royal capital to at least come out to greet you."

Even if Rodrian could ignore that sensitive word, he was already driven into a rage. Rodrian, who barely showed a smile, looked up with a smile and said, "The president and other elders have a lot of official duties and can't come out to greet you. I'm really sorry." "Hmph! We Blue people only take orders from the strong. A company Why should a guy who doesn’t even have the guts to meet me want me to listen to him?” [Note, the northern barbarians call themselves the Blue Nation]

"What is the origin of this guy, and why are he so arrogant?" Sisak, who was looking at Modo with displeasure, lowered his voice and asked Du Lala next to him. Because when they met, Du Lala came with Modo. Du Lala folded her arms indifferently, twisted her proud body and sneered: "What else can there be? This big man is the prince of the Blue Dynasty. He just lost to him when he competed for the throne. My younger brother came here purely as a refugee."

"Oh, it turns out he is from the royal family, disrespectful!" Sisak immediately cooperated with Qi Du Lala. Turn up the volume and shout out loud.

Modo Tongling's eyes widened, and he turned his head angrily to glare at the two of them. Just as he was about to pull out the giant ax on his back that was as long as a carriage, Rodrian, who was originally harmonious and amiable, suddenly changed his face and immediately warned angrily: "Mr. Modo, we don't care about your past at all. I have no intention of understanding. But you have to know that this is the Night Owl Club. All the strong men who are hunted by the referee gather here. The rules of the club that I told you before are very clear. You cannot fight in the city. I hope you will control yourself. one time."

Modo shook slightly when he heard this. The hand holding on to the ax handle relaxed. Although he is belligerent and arrogant, he also knows the consequences of being besieged by dozens of first-class dark wizards and heretics. He doesn't want to die so soon. He wants to accumulate enough strength to go back to the capital and take back his country.

Seeing Modo's sensible look, Rodrian's sullen face relaxed. He looked at Modo, who had an outstanding figure, and said, "Your height exceeds the size of our custom-made clothes. We must specially sew a new set for you." That's all." "I won't wear that red robe! If the people in my hometown know that I wear a robe, my reputation will be tarnished!"

Modo, suddenly as frightened as a cat whose tail was stepped on, turned around and yelled. Rodrian was slightly startled, then smiled. In barbarian custom, halflings from the south have always been looked down upon. [Since they are ordinary humans] If they are asked to wear robes that only humans wear. It really hurt their national self-esteem deeply.

"Abberley! Come on, let's have lunch!" Suddenly, Neville suddenly pushed the trolley to the lake. The cart was full of bloody pieces of meat. With the cart set up by the lake. A rock next to the suspected mage tower suddenly jumped up. Let out a cry of joy.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that he was as tall as Modo. A giant with scales and fur all over its body. He jumped into the lake, swam to the shore with a few flips of his hands, squatted happily on the ground, grabbed pieces of meat with both hands and put it into his mouth to enjoy it like a wild beast.

"Huh? What is this?" Modo asked, frowning. Rodrian next to him immediately explained angrily: "This is called Abelly, and he is the president's pet. In fact, I don't know whether he is a monster or a mutated human." After listening to these words, Moroccan He squinted his eyes and took a few steps forward to look at Abelly carefully. Suddenly something seemed to appear, and he exclaimed in shock: "Oh! Supreme Marcus. How could you allow such a blasphemous creature to crawl around the world!" (To be continued...) To be continued