i used to be a devil

There is a saying called what.

The speaker has no intention of the listener.

According to Yi Rang's own meaning, that's what he said, without ridicule or hatred, just stating the facts plainly.

It's just that if Yi Rang said this to someone of the same class as him, the other party might take it for granted, but with his current state, the other party can only hear a strong sense of troublemaking.

——I am not targeting anyone, I am saying that everyone here is rubbish.

To put it bluntly, it is the feeling after being said such a sentence.

"Ah--"

After a short period of astonishment, Geersheng Michel came back to his senses and laughed uncontrollably. The laughter grew louder and eventually became exaggerated.Gersheng Michel's smile finally turned into a strange seriousness. He bent his mouth and looked at Yi Rang with contempt and disdain. "I advise you to think carefully about something before saying it."

It was originally a threatening sentence, and it was considered a common routine.

After normal people hear it, if they are weak but able to bend and stretch, they probably know that this sentence is nothing more than a precursor to the other party's embarrassment for you. If you say something nice later, maybe this article will be overturned.

And the more unusual people might choke with each other after hearing this, and then they will fight with each other, sneer at each other, and then fight if they don't talk speculatively.

The result is that depending on which side is the protagonist, I can pretend to be like the wind and always accompany me, and finally walk away with a loud smile...

As for letting Yirang hear these words——

"Interesting, you want me to take back what I said before."

Guessing other people's thoughts has never been what Yirang is good at - he is only good at seeing through the other person's ultimate purpose at a glance, and he is not good at reading such trivial thoughts.

In other words, it was Yirang who could guess that Gersen Michel wanted him to pay for what he said earlier.

It's nothing more than kneeling down and begging for mercy, and then losing his dignity, and then making this person a joke when most people chat for a long time.

"You think you're qualified to—"

"As far as the purity of my current magic power is concerned, I only need a small bottle of magic recovery potion."

Every time Yirang speaks is a very calm statement.

Interrupting Gersheng Michel's words this time has already made this proud man laugh out loud.

He had a smile on his face, but his eyes were extremely cold. Gershen Michel unconsciously had the idea of ​​erasing this ignorant guy in front of him from the world.

Perhaps at the cost of his life, this low-level mage can improve his memory, and when he remembers it in his next life, he can learn what it means to judge the situation and what it means for a commoner to die from talking.

"Oh, now you finally see clearly how foolish it is to go to the forest of magic breath in such a state of exhausted magic power?" At the end of the words, Gersheng Michel gritted his teeth, "For Money, don't risk your life, but still dare to deceive Miss Sophia, it is an unforgivable crime."

When he said this, Gersheng Michel seemed to be unable to maintain that calm aristocratic expression any longer, and suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist, and the point of the sword stabbed at Yi Rang under the exclamation of the crowd onlookers.

"Gershin!"

After all, Sophia is still the one who is in the position of "master" among the master and servant.

A shout, no need to say anything, naturally carried a sense of command that Gershen Michel could not resist.

The sharp blade that had blown his hair and cut his hair just barely touched the tip of Yi Rang's nose and stopped. The latter glanced at the sword dangling in front of his face, then turned to look up at the man holding the sword, without any sense of tension at all.

I just feel that the young man in front of me may not be very smart.

If the conclusion mentioned at this time was thrown out at the very beginning, maybe Yi made Han feel that what he said was somewhat reasonable, now——

It is really unreasonable to draw inexplicable conclusions from things that were originally irrelevant.

Yi Rang reached out and brushed away the obtrusive sword in front of him, and looked again at the swordsman who was not as calm as when he exchanged names at the beginning. He thought, maybe it was because he hadn't read the book.

It's unreasonable to be so logically confused.

"I think you've wanted to fight me since just now, don't you?" Yi Rang, who was never used to talking to anyone in a peer-to-peer manner, just sat up a little bit to express his desire That's not a big deal at all.

Gersheng Michel snorted coldly, dismissively: "You? You are not worthy of challenging me."

Looking at this temper, Yi Rang subconsciously glanced at the opponent's shoulder patch, and suddenly felt strange.

It's really not that he's biased against the Cavaliers.

Yi Rang could touch his heart and swear that it really wasn't that he discriminated against the knight profession.

But -

When this kind of dead-headed, rigid and seriously flawed in logic features appear at the same time, that guy is definitely a knight and has not run away.

Church knights are all assembly line operations when teaching. Is the same model mass-produced without changes?

—He doesn't like dealing with knights, because fools and brains are contagious.

It is not a big deal to give up a partner like Sophia, he chose to cooperate with her only because this little girl is stupid and rich...

"now that--"

"Is the primary magic recovery potion enough?"

Yi Rang didn't have time to say the conclusion, and this time he was interrupted.

The speaker held a potion in front of him.

The hand that handed the amber magic recovery potion to Yi Rang was slender and slender, with well-proportioned joints.

It's good to see that when people first see the palm, they will preconceive that its owner must be a beauty.

Not to be judged as a beauty, but a beauty.

Yi Rang glanced at the man, then at the medicine.

The pure amber color revealed through the glass bottle of the mana recovery potion in front of him showed the powerful effect of this bottle of mana replenishment potion.

No matter how well a bottle of elementary medicine is made, the effect of mana recovery is just that.

The more perfect the potion is, the more the word "perfect" can be reflected in the process of quickly recovering the magic power.

The higher the purity of potions of the same level, the higher the purity of the recovered magic power, which also makes high-end potions priced with perfection.

The potion that Yi Rang got at this time was a slow-moving item.

High-level mages won't want it, and low-level mages can't afford it. A word has a price but no market.

For anyone, it was tasteless, but for Yi Rang, who needed a mana recovery potion, it was subtle enough.

interesting.

Yi Rang unknowingly glanced at the person delivering the medicine in front of him. He was thin and weak, but his body was not contaminated with too many magical elements. In addition, he was wearing a bracelet inlaid with colorless crystals on his wrist, so he was not a mage. .

Moving his eyes again, he saw alchemy formulas and transformation diagrams embroidered intricately on his robe.

—Fortunately not a knight.

Yi Rang said so in his heart, and then took the medicine bottle from the other party's hand.

"A bottle of primary potion can completely free me from the current state of exhausted magic power."

Under the dim light in the room, the magic recovery agent in Yirang's hand was not standing still like ordinary liquid, but was flowing quietly in the bottle, with amber light flowing in it.

Gersheng Michel felt the great insult at this time. He raised the drawn knight sword flatly in front of him, brushed the blade with his fingertips, and then inserted it into the ground.

This is the action of a knight announcing a duel, and it means acceptance when the opponent draws his sword.

Noncommittal.

Yi Rang raised his head and drank the small bottle of recovery potion, immediately the surroundings were in chaos.

The moment the magic potion took effect, the amount was small but the purity was astonishingly high. The vortex of magic power produced twisted the air, and the strong impact was scattered around.

Overturned all the onlookers other than the four, and some of them who were not strong enough were seriously injured after being hit by such magic power.

"I can't even remember the last time I was serious about fighting with me."

Yirang smiled with slightly lowered eyelids, and he looked directly at Gersun Michel.

The time they looked at each other made the other party unable to bear the fear, and they knelt on the ground with a plop.

"I think we should do two things." Under Gersheng Michel's gaze gradually becoming hopeless, Yirang pulled out the knight sword stuck on the ground, pointing the sword point at Gersheng Michel just like before. Cher.

"First, according to what you said, take back what I just said."

"Tamson, back up."

Gersen Michel heard the person in front of him casually call out the name of the God of Time, and then saw that everything that was broken around him began to return in a strange way, just like rewinding, reversing the order in which they were destroyed, and restoring , and finally change back to the original.

Except for myself and the three-star mage in front of me, everyone else lost their spirits, as if they were controlled puppets and returned to their original positions.

It's like objects that have been randomly placed, and they are ready to be sorted out at this time.

He was in a trance for a while, feeling that his idea was absurd and unnecessary. Looking at it, it seemed that he was just dazed...

When he came back to his senses, he found that everything around him was intact.

It seemed that the terrifying magical power he had just seen was just a momentary hallucination.

Unconsciously raising his head, he met the eyes of Yi Rang who was sitting leisurely, and the man smiled playfully.

"Are you thinking I'm mentally handicapped?! Iran Field!"

Sophia vented her anger at the table where Yi Rang was sitting, slapped the table fiercely, and shouted loudly.

The appearance of such a scene made fear instantly in his heart, and Gershen Michel suddenly realized that those were not his hallucinations.

That person restarted the time.

As expected, Yirang ignored Sophia this time, but walked slowly towards Gersheng Michel.

Still the same pale and thin look, still in the state of exhaustion of magic power showing the magic lines on his body...

But Gershen Michel tensed up the moment the other party pulled out the sword from his waist——

"Now that the words have been withdrawn, let's talk about the second item."

"No..." His teeth were chattering, but his words were so weak that no one could hear them clearly except Yi Rang.

Gersen Michel grabbed his trembling palm, watched as Yi Ran repeated his action just now, planted his saber on the ground, and said with a smile, "I accept your challenge, knight."

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