I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

It was night.

A group of sharecroppers gathers around the main house of Senra Farm.

In the center of the encirclement is a middle-aged man with a shirtless upper body.

This person has a sinister expression, the bridge of his nose is slightly slanted, and there is a fierceness in his eyes.

Despite being surrounded by so many people, he still looked calm and calm.

On the contrary, the majority of the tenant farmers were a little impatient, and they repeatedly reprimanded:

"You want to make trouble after hurting someone?"

"Yes, yes, a foreigner still wants to disturb Master Roger?"

"Get out of the manor immediately! We are not interested in your performance!"

The tenant farmers cursed more and more fiercely.

But the middle-aged man seemed to have never heard of it, and just explained calmly:

"I don't want to make trouble."

"I just want to discuss with Master Roger. This is a matter between martial artists and has nothing to do with you."

Having said that, the man looked indifferently at Li Wei who was moaning in pain on the ground:

"You have all seen the situation just now. He himself said that he would replace Master Roger to compete with me. I thought he was a martial artist."

"Who knew he couldn't help hitting!"

His words completely angered everyone.

Several young men rolled up their sleeves in unison, exchanged glances with each other, and prepared to step forward to attack.

At this time.

The sound of horseshoes came quickly.

"The patrol captain is here!" Someone recognized the comer.

A swift shadow quickly approached.

Not long after, a knight in light armor got off his horse.

He rushed to Li Wei's side quickly and checked his injuries.

After confirming that Li Wei is not in danger of life.

The knight stood up suddenly, pulled out the long sword in his hand with a bang, pointed at the middle-aged man and said:

"You have hurt the patrolling knights of Paramount Manor. According to the law of Dawn Town, I have the right to exile you."

"decree?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have heard some joke, and finally there was some expression on Furui Wubo's face.

Mash looked at the knight holding the sword mockingly:

"I don't understand what 'decree' means. "

The knight said coldly:

"Then let me help you figure it out."

"Paramount Manor is not some messy place out there."

"I know you are very strong, but it's too crazy to fight against the order of the manor by yourself?"

There were rustling footsteps not far away.

A row of infantry came out, and they pointed their spears at Matthew.

that moment.

Matthew's face was extremely ugly.

He argued angrily:

"I didn't cause trouble!"

"This is a competition between martial artists!"

"Is this how Paramount Manor treats guests from afar?"

The knight sneered:

"Whether it's a guest or an enemy, you'll know when you come with me."

Mash's blood surged with anger.

If it wasn't for the task of scouting for information, he would have wished to tear everyone present to pieces!

"I just want to see Master Roger!"

His tone softened:

"It's my problem to fight the patrolman. I mistakenly thought he was Master Roger's disciple. I will compensate him."

The knight snorted softly:

"Whether Master Roger is willing to see you is his business..."

"Eh? Master Roger?"

He looked behind Mash in some astonishment.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked over.

But I saw a young man with a black cloth blindfolded walking slowly from the direction of the main house.

Everyone flocked up one after another.

"Master, what happened to your eyes?"

Someone asked with concern.

"There was a problem during practice."

"No problem."

Roger responded with a chuckle.

He strolled up to Matthew, and his tone became bad:

"I didn't want to shoot you at first, but you hurt my friend."

Matthew looked at the black cloth strips on Roger's eyes, and couldn't help laughing:

"so what?"

"Is this the reason why you sent a substitute last time and pretended to be blind this time?"

"With all due respect, your actions are not like a master, but rather like a disgrace among martial artists."

Roger wasn't angry either.

He just gently pointed to the river:

"please."

Matthew was slightly taken aback:

"Are you willing to compete with me now?"

Roger just pointed in the direction, his body motionless.

Matthew snorted, and strode towards the river in stride, with a trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

Roger followed unhurriedly.

The rest of the people also wanted to go to watch the fun, but were stopped one by one by the patrolling soldiers.

Seeing the figures of the two disappear into the darkness.

The knight holding the sword breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the younger brother beside him:

"Send a signal to Lord Freya that Master Roger has lured Matthew away."

"Over there at the circus, she can do it directly."

...

next to a tributary of the Sera River.

Matthew stopped and turned to look at Roger:

"Just here."

Roger stopped after him, and groped for a while in the cauldron behind him.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

Matthew muttered.

However, in the next second, his expression suddenly changed——

Because he saw Roger pull out a thick and long weapon and aim it at himself!

At that moment, every hair on Matthew's body stood on end!

"What are you doing?"

Matthew had never seen this kind of weapon before, but the instinctive sense of crisis crazily reminded him—there might be something wrong with the big baby in front of him!

His voice suddenly raised several degrees:

"Aren't you a martial artist?"

"That's right."

Roger's tone was flat:

"As a martial artist, it's reasonable for me to carry a gun with me, right?"

Speaking of which.

He snapped his eyes open—

Blazing blue-gray light pierced through the black cloth.

The soul-stirring Grandmaster pointed his angry eyes at Matthew's heart!

Just this one glance.

Matthew gradually lost control over her body.

"No...you can't hurt me!"

As expected of a 34th-level elite martial artist, under the shock of the master's angry eyes, Matthew actually forced out his own unique skill - "golden bell cover"!

A golden shimmer lit up by the river.

...

"Golden Bell Cover: Whole body defensive martial arts, the basic defense value increased by 20 points"

...

Roger glanced at the data bar, then pulled the trigger indifferently.

The roar suddenly sounded by the river.

Matthew's upper body turned into blood mist with a bang.

Disappeared in the air in a blink of an eye.

"The times have changed..."

"Little man."

...

"You killed Matthew (Human Martial Artist/Bad Disciple/Elite)"

"You gained 53 XP"

"You got 126 points of chivalry"

"The killing order reward was successfully obtained, and you have obtained the specialty from Matthew - Copper Skin and Iron Bone"

...

"Copper-skinned Iron Bones (Level 2 Specialty): Your basic defense value increases by 8 points"

...

"This specialty is not bad."

"126 points of chivalry, how many bad things has this guy done?"

Roger walked quickly to Matthew's side and skillfully touched the corpse.

Matthew's net worth is not rich.

On his remaining lower body, Roger only found small change and two cheat books.

"Damn it! Brushing evil martial artists really has no future."

"But it's also possible that he put things in the circus."

"Speaking of the circus, there should be news from Freya soon, right?"

...

An hour ago.

Roger and Freya received a secret letter from Alan on their way to Senluo Farm.

The latter said that the dispatch had been completed, and he had a head-to-head confrontation with the army of undead outside the Autumn Wind Forest and won a complete victory.

Together, the two decided to act immediately.

In order to prevent the circus from getting wind of it, there was the scene of the patrol captain acting.

...

After finishing Mash.

Roger rushed towards the Shuigui Forest with the fastest speed.

Mentioned in Alan's secret letter.

An army of undead is turning southwest towards Autumnglades.

Commanding this force is a level 36 "Death Prophet".

the most important is.

There are dozens of necromancers under him!

Seeing this, Roger perked up.

As he was on his way, he checked the changes on the data bar.

...

"Your specialty - the glare of the master has been upgraded, and your blue eyes and wisdom can be freely retracted."

...

"You redeemed a malicious targeting coupon, do you want to use it?"

...

"Malicious targeting coupons have been used successfully, and the profession you have chosen is: Necromancer"

...

"The effect of malicious targeting: every time you kill a necromancer, you will randomly get a certain number of perception fragments, and every 100 perception fragments can be exchanged for 1 point of perception at any time"

...

"It's really good."

Roger couldn't help chuckling:

"Is this the legendary "brother arrives late"? "

...