scepter

Charlie is an optimistic country boy, and he always likes to do some things that are unthinkable to others, such as talking to the sheep raised on the family farm, and he often talks all afternoon.The family members, his parents, brothers and sisters, agreed that he was a bit weak, but fortunately, Charlie was good at herding sheep, so everyone was very relieved to hand over the sheep to him every time.

This time the family made a lot of money selling wool. In order to comfort Charlie for his hard work, his father asked Charlie's uncle to take Charlie and his brothers to the capital for a tour. Play in the west city.

Charlie, who saw the big city for the first time, looked around excitedly, and his eyes couldn't get enough of it, until the brothers pulled him to a table surrounded by many people.

"What are they betting on?" He looked curiously at the names written on the table and the various coins piled under their names. There were many copper coins and occasionally some silver coins.

"It is said that there will be a challenge later!" One of his brothers was very excited, and without hesitation, he took out a few copper coins and bet on the more popular name.

"What challenge?"

"I just heard from them that a mage and a priest are going to have a duel here, just in front of us. It is said that this place used to be a trading market, but it has been temporarily cleared up. Do you see that open space? There are soldiers around guarded!"

"I saw it! I saw it!" Charlie stretched his neck among the crowd. He pointed to the temporary high platform in the distance and asked, "What are those people doing? How can they sit there?"

"My silly Charlie, those are nobles! I heard that the king is coming. I really don't know why those delicate nobles would choose the west city as a challenge platform. Don't they think the west city is dirty? Well, Charlie, don't look at it. Now, even if you fancy a beautiful noble lady, you won't be able to get through it! Come and see what you want to bet!"

"Huh?" Charlie was dragged back by the collar foolishly, and then he saw his brother following Daliu betting on a name called Richard Dilking.

"Hurry up, Charlie, don't be dazed, the challenge will start soon, this is a good opportunity for us to make a small fortune!" The brother next to him urged him.

Charlie: "But I don't know either of these guys!"

His brother was impatient: "Is it wrong for you to follow others!"

Thinking of winning money, he was very excited. His eyes moved back and forth between the two names, and he fumbled and fumbled in his trouser pockets. Finally, he gritted his teeth, took out a silver coin, and put it on.

That was the pocket money he had saved for many years.

"Oh no!" His brother wailed, and it was too late to stop him, watching the silver coins being taken away by the dealer. "Charlie, are you an idiot, why don't you bet with me! Richard Dilking is the favorite!"

Charlie scratched his head: "But I think his name sounds better, a gift from God, it sounds like it will bring good luck."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore!" His brother gave him a vicious look, turned his back directly, and ignored him.

For the nobles, even if they are far away and there are several floors of soldiers guarding the middle, the noise of the untouchables makes them feel unbearable, but if the bishop of the Garter Empire did not ask for it, the official would never take the challenge The location is located here in Xicheng.

Some aristocrats who were a bit more particular even felt that there was a suffocating smell, and covered their noses with perfumed handkerchiefs from beginning to end.

The common people of the middle and lower classes are not as particular as they are, especially those poor people who were born and raised in the west city. In order to see more clearly, everyone even occupied the commanding heights nearby, standing on horse-drawn carriages, straw piles, and even the roof It was full of people, and those like Brother Charlie had to stand on tiptoe.

"Look! Someone is coming!" As the noise from the crowd sounded, the attention of the two brothers was quickly attracted.

Through the walls of people, one can see a man in a black cloak, accompanied by a knight, walk to the open space from the other side, and then take off the cloak on his body.

The crowd let out an ooh, awed by the man's dazzling features.

On rare occasions when Charlie had a bright head, almost immediately, he felt that the man's name must be his bet.

Yannick Hill.

God's gift.

Yannick handed the cloak to Bart, who quickly stepped aside.

The time has come, but the other party hasn't come yet. There is a big sun above his head, which is so dazzling that it makes people uncomfortable. Yannick squinted his eyes and was about to ask Bart to ask.

Suddenly, like thunder on the ground, after a bang, a person wearing...a golden robe appeared in front of his eyes.

Yannick: "..."

It wasn't just him, the scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone seemed to be stunned by this blinding appearance.

Mages are not like priests. Their levels are not distinguished by color. They only embroider magic patterns of the corresponding level on the cuffs of their robes. Those who don’t take the usual path like Chris don’t even embroider magic patterns. People barely got him.

As a result, now Yannick has found a mage who is more unusual than Chris.

how to say?Glittering gold alone is not enough to describe the effect of the clothes in front of you. If you look closely, it seems to be covered with countless golden scales. Coupled with the sunlight, it is simply...

Like a lively arowana.

Even though he had a brief meeting with the mage, it was in a dim room at that time, and Yannick didn't pay attention to the other's attire at all.

Now, it looks a little weird.

He suddenly felt that this challenge was likely to be out of control like a grass-mud horse running happily towards the Gobi in some kind of divine way.

It matches the clothes very well, and this Master Richard Dilkin has a special appearance. His face is a bit small, but his nose is a bit big, which looks uncoordinated when placed on his face, and his eyes are also big. It looks like a small animal that can blink its eyes at any time, which is very funny.

The civilians couldn't see the mage's face clearly because they were far away, but for the nobles who were close, Yannick had already heard some snickers.

Master Dilkin's nose began to sweat finely. He seemed a little nervous. He reached out and took out his magic bag for a long time. Yannick thought he was going to take out his staff, so he quickly held the staff tightly in his hand to be on guard. I know people took out...

a handkerchief.

Yannick: "..."

Master Dilkin glanced at him: "I'm wiping my sweat."

Yannick: "...you can do whatever you want."

After wiping off his sweat, Master Dilking crumpled up his handkerchief and stuffed it into the magic bag before he actually took out a staff.

"About what you told me last time..."

Yannick hastily interrupted him to prevent him from saying something worse: "Master Dilkin, it seems that this occasion is not suitable for us to chat here. You see, they are all waiting."

When we met last time, the other party was taciturn, and he only said that he had to think about his exchange terms. He thought the other party was a person with a gloomy personality, but he didn't expect it to be such a...

Weird.

"Okay, let's get down to business first." Master Dilkin finally shrugged and raised his staff.

Yannick immediately threw a blessing around him.

Dilkin: "I'm about to use water mist!"

Yannick: "..."

Dilkin really threw a water mist spell, turning his surroundings into a cloud of mist, and the scope of the mist gradually expanded, and Yannick soon lost his specific position.

As expected of a magister.

Immediately afterwards, a voice came from the mist, not too loud, just enough for Yannick to hear.

Dilkin: "Next is Water Arrow!"

Yannick: "..."

The arrows condensed from the water elements in the air instantly shot towards Yannick like a torrential rain.

With the other party's notice, Yannick almost easily melted the arrows one by one with the light, and he found that the other party did not seem to be fully exerting his strength, otherwise he would not be as easy as he is now status.

It was the same after that, every time Dilkin played a spell, he had to announce it. In order to accompany him in acting, Yannick had to pretend to be struggling gradually.

But the onlookers didn't know that much, they only saw balls of dazzling light erupting between the two of them, and the spells that they usually had no chance to see were used one after another from the staffs of mages and priests as if they were free of money , due to the expansion of the water mist technique, both of them were shrouded in hazy water mist, and they could only see a vague figure. They could only experience the excitement of this challenge from the spell. Surprised by the fact that his subordinates lasted for so long and seemed to be relatively relaxed, they all sweated for the bets they made, while secretly praying for the priest to lose quickly.

Charlie, as one of the few members of the crowd who wanted the priest to win, also felt very nervous, and as the battle intensified, he couldn't help shouting: "Yannick Hill—please win!"

Immediately, the poor child was glared at by the surrounding people, and some people even rolled up their sleeves to beat him violently. Charlie's brother quickly covered his mouth.

"shut up!"

Yannick couldn't hear Charlie's voice. He felt that acting was also a kind of physical work, especially if you had to pretend to be exhausted but not completely invincible... It's really difficult to grasp the scale!

Dilkin: "I'm going to use the water jet next!"

Yannick: "...Okay, that's enough, we can talk now, please strengthen the water mist technique."

He was very glad that he had lost a small spell that prohibited spectators from the beginning, otherwise, according to the rhythm of the conversation between the two of them, once it was exposed, it would probably be "the mage and the priest teamed up to set up a shady gambling game, trapping the people of Mecklen." Such shocking news.

Dilkin: "Okay."

He waved his staff, and the water mist, which was originally not very clear, directly enveloped the two of them, completely blocking the outside line of sight. Others could only see a cloud of white mist, but they couldn't see the people inside. Let alone seeing what they are doing.

In the mist, the two stood at a distance not too far away.

Dilkin said: "I have carefully considered the conditions you mentioned last time, and I think they are acceptable."

Yannick: "...Thank you very much for your response, but if you want to act next time, please let me know in advance, otherwise I'm afraid I will be exposed."

"It's more realistic that way!" Dilkin shrugged, looking a little smug, and with his funny looks, he looked like a naughty boy.Of course, the older version. "As far as I know, the Vatican regards the Great Summoning as a forbidden technique, and even the religious library of the Central Vatican may not have recorded it. How did you restore this spell?"

"This is a secret, and it's not within the scope of our agreement." Yannick resumed his elegant demeanor, and smiled slyly: "Just like you are secretly studying dark magic, I will not tell the Holy See this secret, we can make a contract."

"Of course, this is very good." Master Dilkin took out his handkerchief and began to wipe the sweat from the excessive exercise just now. "I want to know, how do you end this challenge, I admit defeat, you admit defeat, or a draw?"

Yannick asked back: "What do you think? As long as I bring it up?"

Dilkin: "Oh, of course I will respect your opinion, but as we all know, I am a good teacher who loves students, and the challenge between us is also because you bullied my students..."

"Please allow me to defend myself," Yannick interrupted him, "I didn't bully your students, I just stopped a fierce battle that was about to happen, so that your students could avoid offending a relatively stingy high-ranking priest. Bring on the disaster of killing yourself!"

"Well, maybe you are right, but if I do nothing, it will only appear that I am useless as a teacher, including challenging you today. If I lose, I will definitely lose face. Of course, I also I won’t let you lose, after all, your Pope is known for saving face, if he finds out that you have lost the challenge, he might be able to send you to the gallows…” Master Dilkin chattered until the end ——"Actually, I bet five hundred gold coins on those games, betting that we will draw in the end. Now the odds are one to thirty, although it is much lower than my odds of losing the game, but this way we can I made a lot of money.”

Yannick: "..." The last paragraph is your real purpose to stand out for the students, right?

Seeing the expression of the silver-haired priest, Dilkin was a little embarrassed: "Recently, research funds are tight, and the funds allocated by the Magic Guild are very small, so I have no choice..."

"Of course, I won't let you down." The priest finally recovered his voice and smiled calmly.

It was about the time when the noble finished drinking a small cup of Blanca tea. Everyone saw that the fog gradually cleared and the figures of the two reappeared. However, the conditions of both sides did not seem to be very good.

The robe on Master Dilkin's body has been torn in several pieces, his cheekbone is swollen high, his face is pale, and blood can still be seen on the back of his hand holding the staff.

On the other side, the silver-haired bishop tried his best to support his figure with his staff, and his face was even uglier than that of the mage. See, he was already a little shaky!

It seems that this is a duel that hurts both sides, and it is not known who will win in the end.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, with one heart hanging, for fear that they would miss a wonderful scene.

The male aristocrats forgot to continue flirting with their female companions, and the aristocratic ladies forgot to drink the tea in their hands, covered their mouths with silk fans, sat up straight and leaned forward, staring intently at field.

Then, they saw, almost simultaneously, both of them fell to the ground.

Of course, compared to Master Dilkin's upright posture, the silver-haired priest looked much more elegant. His silver hair was also stained with mud when it fell limply.

There was a buzz, and after a short silence, almost everyone was in an uproar.

At this moment, what they are most concerned about is not the life and death of those two people, but only one thought: the gold/silver/copper coins they bet on the game will fly away with wings!