I asked you to be a mage, not to raise a nine-tailed fox.

Mina blinked, and the last person who heard his last name was Igor who responded.

It seems that the surname Ernst once had a brilliant record in the hands of Silver.

Of course, there is also the reason why Igor knew his father.

And this sister... Aunt Lucia knows her grandfather or...

Ruth Kaniya took a small bottle of magic water handed over by Mina and rinsed her mouth.

Rubbing the corners of his mouth, he showed a meaningful smile as he looked at Mina.

"This surname is good. Your dad is Mister."

Mina blinked and knew her father indeed.

But the old man can do it too. He thought he was just a little noble on the border, but he didn't expect that he knew so many people in the king capital.

I briefly talked about the silly and rough adventure experience of Mister and Igor.

Lucia is back and brings back some magical meals from masters.

Ruth Cania's eyes were immediately attracted by the master's magical meal.

I couldn't wait to start eating voraciously.

Mina discovered, why did this person suddenly get a little...indiscriminately?

"By the way, you and Lucia are similar in age, so help each other."

Mina and Lucia looked at each other.

Lucia nodded repeatedly.

"We will continue to have free meals in the future."

In Lucia's opinion.

Mina's compressed magic meal is actually more to her taste than this master's magic meal.

Um……

Well, the most important thing is to care about fullness.

These masters' things are gone after eating a few bites, and they still have to give them some to their aunt, which is really not satisfying.

If I hadn't had a full meal at noon, I might have been hungry now.

Lucia is free for a meal.

Mina nodded immediately.

This is certainly OK.

When Mina came to this world, the two first friends Mina made were Lucia and Ansana.

If the two of them hadn't made him a staff and robe last time, they might have been lying in the intensive care unit and with Clow.

Ruth Cania looked at the two of them nodded together, and then studied magic meals together, studying how to make them closer to masters' making, and which kind of magic meals needs more delicate bread taste.

It's like two friends studying which house is more suitable... How could I remember these two guys, Igor and Mister.

But Mina Ernst, tsk.

Ruth Cania looked at Mina with a little more interest, but she also sighed.

Just a friend.

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The heaven and earth are next door.

The room was full of people.

Isara was calm and calm. She sat in the middle of the room, allowing the four or five fifth-level professions around to lock their magic power, and she just picked up the black tea lightly.

Take a sip.

"That's all these conditions. Of course, if you can have a better plan to propose, otherwise, think about the consequences of sending that image to the Royal Knight."

Isala lowered her eyelids and ignored the gaze of Count Kusma opposite him.

"Yesterday!" Kusma stared at Isala and gritted her teeth: "Yesterday, yesterday, only three hundred points were per person."

"The prices have risen, isn't this normal?"

Isara glanced at Kusma with contempt, and then looked at the fifth-level swordsman next to him who seemed to be unable to hold back.

He raised his eyebrows and whistled: "What, do you want to come and try your hand with me?"

She hooked her fingers, looking playful.

The swordsman who was thinking about taking action suddenly froze.

It was as if Teddy was screaming at the large dog and suddenly the rope was released by his master.

His face was awkward and he immediately controlled his sword intent.

Isara smiled disdainfully.

I stood up, and it seemed that I had no intention of continuing to waste time with these people.

"I have already said the conditions. This is an ultimatum, not to bargain with you."

Her eyes swept the audience.

He obviously didn't even take out a knife in his hand to play with it.

But all the people touched by her gaze avoided their gaze.

"I came to provoke my Silver Hand over and over again. I really thought that Mel was not here, and Isarah would be easy to mess with? Tomorrow morning, I want the final answer."

Isara glanced at Kusma indifferently.

Turn around and leave.

bump!

Until Isala leaves.

Kusma hit the big sword in his hand heavily on the table.

Smash the dining table directly.

"ah!!!"

Damn stinky woman, sooner or later, I want you to look good!

bump.

The door was pushed open.

Isara walked in, leisurely picked up the magic roast chicken on the side table that had not had time to serve, and looked at the smashed dining table and smiled happily.

Charming and charming.

However, at this time, no one had this idea.

"You have good food and drink. By the way, I'll treat this meal. I'll settle the account when I leave. Remember to reimburse it when I check it out tomorrow."

"you!"

When Kusma came to his senses, he suddenly realized that Isala, who was still there just now, had disappeared.

And he didn't react at all

when……

Marcus closed his eyes.

He knew that this was the warning Isarah was giving him.

The sixth-level assassin...

Level 6...

It’s obviously just a little bit short, it’s abominable! !

"QuQuQ."

The door was knocked again.

This time, the people in the room were like frightened birds, and they all became alert.

The door was pushed open and a gray-haired old man walked in.

"Huh? What are you all doing here?"

Seeing the visitor, Kusma suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He waved his hand and held everyone else back.

In the room, only Marcus and the old man sitting opposite him were left.

"Tell me, what did Isara say to you?"

The second old man with the White Dragon Eye looked at Kusma.

Kusma shook his head slightly, and there was nothing to hide.

He directly told Isarah and their Ashes Sword to ask for.

Craig was so amused and laughed.

"This Isala is really a good appetite."

This price is simply to kill the Ashes Sword.

"Just a few reserves."

Kusma shook her head.

"It's mainly the magical image."

Craig nodded: "Mutuality is the most important thing, who told you to provoke them on the initiative."

When Kusma heard this, he directly raised his head and stared at Craig fiercely.

Craig raised his hands high: "I'm telling the truth. You are not at the time of turning against each other. The Grand Duke Ashes is not in the capital. The Marquis doesn't care about these trivial matters, he even..."

"Stop talking."

Kusma said coldly.

"Okay, okay." Craig smiled, "Actually, I have a way."

He glanced at Kusma: "That woman Isala may not necessarily be points. Isn't your Ashes Sword a maze? There is a heavy casualty and injury, so you can consider it.

I know that you have paid a huge price for this, but if you want the Silver Hand, they will definitely be able to pass it?

The ruins of ancient Ansu.

Just one month's usage fee.

Isn't it enough?

Listening to the old mage's words, Marcus fell into silence.