My Magic Age

The underground boxing ring was in a mess. Many nobles left the underground boxing ring in the chaos. After all, this is a place for people to have fun. Once some troubles arise, many people are still unwilling to be involved. The circle in El City is so small. Those who dare to cause trouble here will definitely not be ordinary small nobles, not to mention that this will involve a magic apprentice from the magic academy. In recent years, the status of the El City Magic Academy has been constantly improving. The magicians of those magic academies have become their own lineage. They have become a unique small group in the El City noble circle. Under the leadership of Dean Godfrey, this group has become very cohesive.

No one dares to underestimate the magicians in El City. Even this time when the hellhound appeared in El City, the commander-in-chief of the guard camp had to ask Dean Godfrey of the magic academy for help, asking him to send some powerful magicians to help the knights of the guard camp to clear out the heretics in the city.

The stronghold of the Black Magic Hermitage appeared in the back mountain of the Antia Mountain Temple, which stained the public security problem of the entire El City with a heavy stain. At this time, if the magicians of the Magic Academy had not stood up, perhaps the whole city would have fallen into a greater panic. These are some of the contributions that the magicians have made to El City recently.

The underground black boxing match that was planned for nearly half a month ended in such a mess. Claude's face became extremely ugly, like the haze of the autumn morning. He silently scanned the scraps of paper and broken glass on the ground, which made people think that a large-scale fight had taken place here. Even the glass wine glasses hanging on the bar counter were all smashed by people, and the broken fragments were scattered on the ground, making the place look depressed. Under the reflection of the candlelight, it flickered with crystal light.

Because of my magic scrolls, this place has become extremely cold, like an underground ice room.

There were only three broken bodies left in the empty cage. Hamasaki, who was torn into two pieces by the angry minotaur Luka, was covered with frost. She still had her eyes open and looked at the empty distance with an unbelievable look. The ice on Baoji's body, who was stabbed to death by the unknown assassin with two daggers, was melted by the blood flowing out, and a pool of dazzling red appeared on the white ground. The body of the half-lizard noble youth who was stabbed to death by me was still sandwiched between the bars of the iron cage. Perhaps his friends were eager to seek revenge on me as soon as possible. The impulsive idea of ​​wanting to kill me even made them forget that their dead friends were still firmly sandwiched between the bars of the iron cage of the fighting arena.

I stood in the middle of the dance floor of the underground boxing arena, with the honest minotaur standing next to me. I could feel at least five eyes examining me in the dark, but I was looking at the noble young men standing in a row not far away. They sat dejectedly on long wooden chairs. Their previous arrogance had disappeared. They didn't even communicate with each other, and they looked worried.

Claude pursed his lips slightly, and his hawk-like sharp eyes swept over the servants who were silently cleaning the entire arena. His face was terribly gloomy. Whoever lost two gladiators in succession would probably not be in a good mood at this time. Whoever it was, he would not be happy to see a good boxing match turned out like this. The servants in the arena were even more cautious, fearing that any small mistake would cause the master's wrath.

I didn't expect that the largest shareholder here was actually an old nobleman who was over fifty years old and bloated. He was lying on a huge sofa with a lot of fat on his body. Two young maids in gorgeous gauze were squatting on both sides of him with silver fruit plates in their hands. He was holding a glass of golden apple wine in his hand, and occasionally he would grab a piece of exquisite fruit from the silver plate and stuff it into his big mouth.

From his figure, it can be seen that he must have been a burly warrior when he was young. Now his clothes still have the taste of leather armor, but from his figure, he should have lived a very comfortable life for at least the past few years. His strong body expanded rapidly like an inflatable balloon, and his heavy breathing sounded like a worn-out old bellows.

I quietly looked at this tycoon who was said to have almost monopolized the magic herb industry in El City. He was a very famous person in El City. Everyone knew that Master Claude had opened three herb shops on the central street, and he also opened several herb workshops in the slums outside the city. He also had at least a few magic pharmacists. My "Jade Fire Ink" was processed in his magic pharmacy.

Although he was two levels higher than my third-class baron title, he had nothing to be proud of. For a magic apprentice like me, as long as I broke through the bottleneck of the ninth-level apprentice and became a formal magician, I would be promoted to the first-class baron.

When he faced me, his face was not so good. After all, I ruined an underground boxing match that he carefully planned. Maybe what happened tonight would be spread tomorrow morning. El City has always lacked such big news, and it might be talked about by citizens for several days.

I don't know when, several guards in black leather armor appeared behind Benjamin. I had not noticed their presence before. His two friends were looking at the group of noble young men standing opposite with gloating eyes. They also secretly comforted me and said: as long as Boss Benjamin shows up, everything will be fine.

I never thought that the family behind Benjamin had such a strong background. Now that I taste it carefully, I realize that I was really naive. That's right, the three giants of the Warrior Academy, Simon Joe, Benjamin, and Keppel. Simon Joe's father is the Speaker of the House of Representatives, and Kepel's father is said to be a senior general in the guard camp. Speaking of which, the family power behind Benjamin cannot be underestimated.

I secretly took a breath. The original plan was a bit too simple. At the beginning, I just wanted to hide in the dark and do some tricks. Just like Hamasaki's battle with Minotaur Ruka, it was enough for me to use my auxiliary magic to help Ruka win. But halfway through, Hamasaki discovered my identity temporarily. In this case, it didn't matter, but the most inexplicable thing for me was that during this gap, I happened to meet a group of aristocratic dudes. Knowing what the reason was, they actually entangled me inexplicably, and we didn't even have any interactions before.

I really want to ask them, why did they come to me? I wanted to ask those young aristocratic dudes, but two of Benjamin's friends secretly stopped me and signaled me not to act rashly yet. Benjamin sat proudly on a temporarily moved chair. He was wearing an exquisite aristocratic dress. I never thought that senior Benjamin, who was always suave and seemed extremely approachable, also had Such a domineering side.

"Claude, how do you make money in the underground boxing market? I have no control over this, but don't try to play with fire, otherwise even those people can't protect you." Benjamin said bluntly to Claude .

As soon as these words were spoken, Claude, who was sitting on the sofa, turned gloomy.

"Is this what your father meant?" he asked Benjamin with a stern face.

"My father never said this." Benjamin's answer made the coldness on Claude's face soften a little, and Benjamin continued: "But I heard my father said a few days ago that things about the manor are far from over. It's not over yet. The remnants of the Black Magic Monastery are still operating in El City. It is already rare that the underground black boxing ring can be extracted from this matter at this juncture. If something goes wrong, there won’t be any good results.”

"Humph, it's just a few dead slaves. What kind of trouble can such a trivial matter cause!" Claude said angrily.

"A while ago, people from the security camp went to the magic academy to investigate the 'Black Magic Hermitage'. The owner must have heard about it, right?" Benjamin said with a smile.

When Claude heard this, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He immediately sat up straight, leaned forward and asked Benjamin: "Are you talking about the incident where Lord Godfrey was so angry that he withdrew all the magicians who patrolled the city at night?"

Benjamin glanced at me subconsciously, and then continued to say to Claude: "I just want to tell you that anything involving the magic academy will not have a good result!"

At this moment, Claude's expression really became uncertain. He struggled internally for a long time and nodded slowly, seeming to agree with what Benjamin said.

He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were extremely cold when he looked at the young nobles.

"Who gave you the courage to cause trouble in my place?" This question came out of Claude's mouth, which seemed particularly powerful and scared the young people sitting on the long chairs. The nobles trembled in unison, and when they looked at Claude, their faces turned pale.

Several people looked at each other, but they all lowered their heads in unison, seemingly not wanting to say anything.

In this way, it confirmed Claude's guess. Sure enough, it was no accident that these noble playboys found me. Claude's sharp triangular eyes had stood up. He stood up suddenly. His bloated body was two meters high, like a huge mountain of meat. However, he only took one step forward. Then he appeared in front of those young nobles, reached out and grabbed a person's collar, and dragged him to the railing of the iron cage like a dead dog. No matter how hard the young man struggled, he roughly pulled him The young nobleman's head was stuffed between the bars of the iron cage.

"You must know who I am, come and tell me the truth about the application, unless... you also want to experience this kind of death?" Claude took out a dagger from his arms with his other hand, and said fiercely Asked the young noble, the fat on his face kept shaking, making him look even more sinister.

The young noble's originally extremely fragile inner defense collapsed the moment Claude pushed his head into the iron railing. Although they were like hungry wolves when they faced me before, they were as obedient as little sheep in front of Claude the Vulture.

"...Yes... He is Sik's new friend. We have never met him before. Today is the first time we have a drink with him here. The man is very generous. He ordered the most expensive golden cider here for us to taste. Then tell us..." The young noble glanced at me subconsciously at this time, and immediately withdrew his gaze. He was already frightened, and any disturbance would make him pause in his words.

The young noble pointed at me and continued: "He said that as long as we find trouble with that person, he will help us buy an elf slave girl back. He knows some slave traders who sell elves!"

Claude asked calmly: "Sik's friend?"

Once the young nobleman was free, he said everything without hesitation. He replied, "Yeah!"

Claude smiled sarcastically and forced a stiff smile on his face: "This friend is really good. Sike died in the iron cage for him, but he ran away without even showing his face! Do you know his name?"

The young nobleman said nervously: "No, I really don't know his name. This is also the first time we drink together, but he is a very special person. By the way, his ears are pointed and very handsome..."

"His name is Nick, I heard Sike call him that! I also teased Sike, saying whether this Nick is his brother, their names are not much different!" A young noble behind came over and added.

At this time, Benjamin and I looked at each other, and a figure suddenly appeared in my mind, that is, the half-elf noble Nichols.

I couldn't help but sneer. This half-elf was really doing things in secret. Maybe I didn't beat him hard enough in class last time. I thought secretly in my heart. At this moment, I was already holding back my anger. I didn't have any good feelings for that half-elf boy.

We got the answer we wanted. There was no point in staying here. I exchanged a large amount of chips in my hand for more than 200 gold coins. Benjamin was dumbfounded. He didn't know that after he left, I had such a big hand. I bet on the young minotaur Luka to win. As a result, Luka really won, and I won a lot of bonuses.

Shortly afterwards, I followed Benjamin out of the underground black boxing arena with the minotaur Luka...

Before leaving, I looked back at the three bodies lined up in the middle of the messy underground black boxing arena. I was overwhelmed with emotions for a while. I didn't expect Hamasaki and Baoji to really live in the city of El, but for them, death may not be a painful thing...