I Killed the Dragon

"It's about your own future, you really should be more cautious in making decisions."

Hearing Gray's words, Betsy felt a little strange, because some boys who pursued her in the past also said the same, the meaning of which was nothing more than telling her that there would be no shop in this village, and she must seize the opportunity.

Why is he like this?

But then, Gray continued: "But it doesn't matter, gold always shines. Your voice is very suitable for broadcasting. Even without this opportunity, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

The tone is extremely sincere. Anyone who hears this will be encouraged and feel that this is the case. This man is really helping me.

The same goes for Betsy, deeply ashamed of her doubts, how could she suspect that someone who really helped her has other thoughts?

It shouldn't be.

"I see, thank you."

Although she had made up her mind to agree now, she couldn't agree now. She had to wait a little longer to prove that she had agreed to it after serious consideration, rather than pretending to be reserved.

Gray nodded, "You're welcome."

"By the way, who was that uncle just now? You and David seem to know him very well?"

With a few polite words that are not nutritious, Betsy shifted the topic to David and the uncle. She thought this might be able to shorten the distance between each other and get to know each other quickly.

Gray thought for two seconds and said, "Is it our mentor barely?"

After thinking about it, he added: “It should be regarded as David’s mentor. Although I also call him a teacher, they both know that each other is just a transactional relationship. I didn’t really treat him as an elder like a teacher, and he didn’t. Grasp it as a student."

"It's a strange relationship, but the relationship between the student and the teacher makes sense. You pay him, and he teaches you knowledge." Betsy nodded and said, if you really understand it in the way of a businessman, this way It is indeed possible, but it seems a bit too tacky, and only talks about interests but not feelings.

"Is he the tutor you hired, what can he teach you?"

After understanding their relationship, Betsy asked curiously again, what is it that allows the two of them to find an uncle who seems ordinary and sloppy to study together?

"This..." Gray hesitated for a moment, and felt that telling her that it was not a big deal. Anyway, Bassaze and Maksim didn't make a shot in front of ordinary people once or twice. There was nothing to say.

He just wanted to speak when Betsy spoke before him.

"Can't you say it? Let's forget it." Betsy waved her hand. She thought it was just a simple question, but she didn't expect to actually ask sensitive things.

"No, I'm thinking about how to tell you, I'm organizing the language." Gray smiled and spoke to the surroundings in a vigilant manner, and then leaned to her ear, "Bassaze is a powerful magician. We are learning magic with him."

Betsy’s ears were a little itchy when she was talking, but Betsy’s face became less eager when she heard the content, she just replied faintly, "Oh!"

Obviously, she thought Gray was lying to her and even teasing her.

"Why, don't believe it?" Gray wanted her current attitude of unbelief. She stretched out her hand in front of her without moving her palm, and a bottle of water appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Betsy swears that she had been looking at her hand when Gray stretched it over, and finally felt that she was absolutely not attracted by anything else, but the bottle of water appeared in his hand as if it had appeared out of thin air.

Betsy subconsciously took the water bottle over and inspected it and found that it was indeed a bottle of water, not a prop.

"If you don't believe me, you can take a sip." Gray smiled.

Betsy did not drink, but poured it with water, and found that a small bubble would fill the bottle. She made sure it was real water, and then she squeezed it hard and tried to bend it.

"What a magical magic, how did you do it." She has seen other magic, and although she hasn't experienced it personally, she knows that many magic tricks are actually borrowed props and quick techniques.

But she believes that Gray's bottle of water must not be hidden. After all, the water bottle is so big and full of water, the weight will not be fake, and there is no way to use something to suddenly pop it into her hand.

"You think it's magic, but it's magic."

"Such a magical magic can indeed be called magic." Betsy regained a smile on her face. She felt that Gray just said that magic was just a boast of such a magical magic, not a lie to her.

"This is really magic." Gray knew that ordinary people were not so easy to believe. "Come on, you take my wrist."

Betsy knew that he had to demonstrate magic, and then convinced herself that it was magic. She also wanted to continue experiencing the magical magic that can only be seen on the stage, so she reached out and grabbed his wrist together, and put the water until he opened it. On the palm of your hand.

"The spectators and magicians did not have physical contact with the magic you watched?"

Betsy nodded and looked at him suspiciously.

"Those magicians usually use props or confusing movements to achieve magic effects. Now that you hold me like this, can I still use props or movements?"

"I don't know." Betsy said frankly. Every time you magicians perform magic, it seems that they are really performing magic, and things that are impossible to think can be done.

"Now, grab this hand too, so I can't use magic anymore." Gray walked up to her, stood face to face with her, and held her with the other hand.

Betsy nodded non-committal. The meaning in her eyes was: Who knows if you have any other way?

"I'm optimistic." Gray reminded. Two seconds later, the water bottle in his hand disappeared instantly, and there was no afterimage of the fast moving. He did not move both hands.

"How did this happen?" Betsy couldn't figure out how, without any action, could she drive some sort of mechanism to take the water bottle away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or is it really magic?

Impossible, Betsy shook her head vigorously. How could there be such an unscientific thing as magic in this world? Believe in science.

Scientists have long proved that magic does not exist. Those legends and strange stories are nothing more than phenomena or coincidences in ancient times. They are the products of exaggeration and deification by later generations. This world is materialistic.

"It seems that you still don't believe it, then I really can't help it." Gray sighed helplessly. How can no one believe your Majesty the Sugar King's words, no, I must show you the majesty of His Majesty and let you know today. Your majesty is great.

He looked around and quickly locked onto a building.

Pulling the palm of Betsy's hand and walking away, the action did not appear abrupt at all. Even the person involved only felt puzzled and did not feel offended.

"What are you doing?" Walking down the stairs, Betsy asked nervously. If she didn't trust him, she would have started calling for help.

Gray kept walking, pulling her up and saying mysteriously: "Show you a good thing."