My Magic Age

"You want to challenge me?" Quentin narrowed his eyes, turned up his lips, revealing his white teeth and scarlet gums. His face was a little distorted, and he looked ferocious like a young lion roaring at me angrily: "Just you, you want to challenge me? Do you know who I am?"

A noble boy standing next to Quentin immediately reminded the furious Quentin: "A second-level magician wants to challenge a ninth-level magic apprentice. According to the rules among the nobles, if a high-level magician wants to challenge a low-level magician, he must first defeat the followers of the weaker party. Quentin, your followers are all strong, do you still need to be afraid of him?"

"Is there such a wonderful rule?" Quentin stretched his neck very long, and the black smoky makeup made his eyes look a little scary.

He looked at his companion in astonishment. The young nobleman immediately said in high spirits: "Of course, I read the law code of the Green Empire for a long time before I found it. This is a very old tradition of the Green Empire."

Quentin's eyes suddenly became very bright. He asked me with an exaggerated smile: "Do you want to challenge me yourself?"

Without waiting for any answer from me, he raised his head very comfortably, like a poet reciting a poem, and said narcissistically: "Okay, but according to the rules you must accept one of my conditions. If you can agree, then I will agree to you, and then you can arrange the time and place!"

"But if you don't dare..." Quentin suddenly changed his tone, staring at my eyes, and said to me with a slightly sarcastic tone: "...Then don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, thinking: It's really on the road!

"Okay!" I was a little reserved before agreeing to Quentin's request.

Taking a step forward, I stared into Quentin's eyes and said to him calmly, "What conditions? Tell me and I'll listen."

After all, Quentin was just a teenager who had not participated in the coming-of-age ceremony. Seeing me approach him suddenly, he was startled, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and his body retreated a few steps, but he said firmly, "As long as you can defeat any of my followers, I will accept your challenge."

After saying that, Quentin waved his hand behind him, and several followers standing behind him walked out of the crowd one after another and stood in front of Quentin to form a human wall.

Among these followers, there are warriors, rangers, and archers. Most of them are warriors, and behind them, you can vaguely see the "momentum", like an invisible aura, guarding behind them. Everyone looks very strong, and their eyes don't fluctuate too much. It can be seen that they are all experienced warriors.

Raingar was standing among them. I deliberately didn't look at him, but a trace of vigilance appeared in his eyes, and he secretly observed me vigilantly.

From his expression, it can be seen that he knew I had recognized him.

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Just when I was about to choose the squire I wanted to challenge, Louis pulled my arm from behind.

"Hey, Jijia, you have to think clearly. How can the conditions offered by Quentin be easily completed by you? According to the rules, you must fight with his squires. The squires that Ryan Busman arranged for him are all the most outstanding young warriors of the Busman family, and their true strength is at least that of warriors who have completed the first job transfer. You can't beat them." Louis persuaded me from behind.

I turned back and looked at Louis gratefully, but I didn't listen to Louis' advice.

I said to Louis stubbornly: "But I still want to give it a try. If I can win by chance, I promise that I can beat this guy so hard that even his mother can't recognize him!"

Quentin was completely enraged by my words. He pointed at me and said to me with a distorted face: "I want to see whether you will be beaten to tears and carried away, or whether you can hold on to the end and challenge me again!"

Then he said to the followers: "Stand forward and let this great magician Jijia choose carefully and carefully!"

Although his face was full of anger, there was still a hint of coldness in his eyes. He secretly observed me. Obviously, he was still frightened by the fight that happened at the restaurant door near the Imperial Capital Junior Magic Academy last time.

I saw that he was doubtful and worried that he would back down halfway, so I decided to add more fuel to his fire. So I pretended to look at the shield warrior standing in the front wearing a full set of heavy armor, frowned slightly, and when my eyes swept across the lion-tiger Rengar, I looked at him cautiously, with a hint of hesitation on my face, and this subtle expression was completely seen by Quentin.

Then, I said: "As for the squire who will fight with me, I will choose one from these squires. The squire who fights with me does not need you to designate, right!"

When Quentin saw me say this, the uncertainty in my words gave him an opportunity, and he immediately changed his words and said: "Of course I designate it, but I will choose the weakest one among my squires and let him treat you well!"

He seemed a little arrogant at the moment, with an arrogant look.

I deliberately pretended to hesitate for a while, frowned, and said to him a little unnaturally: "Those construct knights or orc warriors, they won't get involved, right?"

"Constructor Knights? They... Of course, they are also my followers and should accept my dispatch!" Quentin said very proudly. He secretly rejoiced in his heart, thinking that I had clearly reminded him at this time. Yes, among them, the most powerful warriors are still those construct knights after all.

Quentin raised his head and was about to assign a construct knight to compete with me, but found that none of the construct knights behind him stepped forward. They all stood silently at the back of the team.

Seeing such a scene, Quentin looked very unhappy. He raised his eyebrows and shouted to one of the construct knights: "Knight Commander Tony, why didn't you stand up with your knights? Don't you want to Will you serve me?"

...Of course I know that these construct knights cannot be dispatched by Quentin, because they are all knights under Duke Ryan. These knights adhere to the spirit of knights, and in their hearts, they will only Acknowledging the dispatch and assignment of Duke Ryan alone constitutes The pretend knights have great strength, and it is impossible for them to accept Quentin's command. Unless Duke Ryan passes away unfortunately, these knights may declare their allegiance to the new Duke of the Bussman family again, but even then, There will be some construct knights who will take the opportunity to announce their retirement.

I have calculated correctly that with Quentin's current reputation and ability, it is impossible to be recognized by these construct knights.

Sure enough, one of the construct knights standing at the back of the team said in a nonchalant manner: "Master Quentin, all Duke Ryan has told us is to ensure your safety, other things are not inconvenient for us. participate!"

It was obvious that the Knight Commander was not interested in Quentin at all, and he unceremoniously rejected Quentin's request, and it seemed that Quentin really had nothing to do with the Tony Knight Commander.

A trace of anger immediately flashed in Quentin's eyes, but he suppressed it and did not show it.

...At this time, the seed I just bought in Quentin's heart slowly began to sprout new shoots. Yes, I just vaguely said that I didn't want to be with these construct knights and those... Fighting with an orc warrior, Quentin obviously cannot command these construct knights.

Well, among these retinues, the only one left who was timid to me just now is an orc warrior of the liger clan—Rengar.

Quentin hesitated for a moment and looked at the others with resentment. He no longer asked the construct knights who were watching the fun in the back to come out again and accept his orders. When Quentin's eyes fell on the liger Ren On Gar's body, the little seed that had just been planted in Quentin's heart finally sprouted. Quentin's eyes suddenly became very bright, and he looked at Rengar without blinking.

Quentin looked at me with a laugh, then looked at Rengar bossily.

Rengar, who was standing among the retinue, looked at me deeply. His two jewel-like pupils, one red and one green, showed a deep sense of caution. At this time, he was the most sober person. , he looked at me with a hint of understanding in his eyes, and he finally understood that I deliberately went in this big circle, but in fact, the ultimate goal was him.

Rengar stood among the retinue, but did not come out under Quentin's eyes.

This immediately put Quentin on the verge of rage. His eyebrows raised, he glared at Rengar fiercely, and yelled loudly: "Rengar, what are you doing!"

The attendant on the side gently pushed Rengar, indicating that he must obey Quentin's order.

Rengar looked at me warily, but the look in his colored eyes was extremely aggressive, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes at all.

Quentin stood behind the crowd and ordered Rengar: "Go and lead me to fight Jijia Magician!"

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The dark night brings a ray of cool breeze to the city.

All the sieges against those black magic monasteries are being carried out in an orderly manner in secret. Perhaps the death of the 'Dream Maker' assassin is just a small episode among the many situations in the imperial capital. There is really no need to dwell too much on it. mentioned.

The knights of the Guard Camp Knights are destined to have a sleepless night tonight.

Maybe they are not the backbone of the encirclement and suppression army, but at least tonight, they need to maintain law and order in the entire imperial capital.

But the most ironic scene appeared. Unexpectedly, on the street in front of the Tower of Pride Magic Guild, there would be a small group of young people from various noble families gathered together to confront each other. It seemed that a battle was inevitable. But the most embarrassing thing was that the knights of the guard camp refused to move forward and could only look at the street from a distance.

And this is a very sensitive area. The most famous Tower of Pride in the Imperial Capital is located at this street corner. The Tower of Pride is the seat of the Magic Guild of the Imperial Capital, and precisely tonight, the Magic Guild is working hard to suppress black magic. Critical period for the Priory heretics.

However, those young aristocratic boys with powerful backgrounds gathered together with their retinues for a fight. In normal times, in another location, the Guard Camp Knights would not be bothered to care about the business of these aristocratic young men. But this time is different, not only this. The place for a fight was not far from the Magic Guild, but it happened to be at such an extraordinary moment.

I silently walked into the arena that was temporarily surrounded by a group of people. On this wide elm street, Rengar looked at me with a gloomy expression and indifference, without saying a word.

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Those Royal Griffin Knights gathered together in the night wind. It was obvious that they were usually good friends and talked to each other without any scruples.

They didn't talk loudly in private, but I had sharp ears and eyes, so I could hear them clearly.

One of the gryphon knights said directly to Louis: "Hey, Louis, don't you stop trying to persuade this magician friend of yours? Is he a student of the Royal Academy of Magic? With his strength, there is no chance of winning against those warriors. Yes! Their levels are quite different. Although the followers that Busman left for Quentin are not as powerful as the Constructed Knights, they are all experienced warriors!"

"I also tried to persuade him, but he insisted on challenging the orc warrior. Hey, people from the north are a little stubborn because of their own abilities!" Louis shook his head and sighed softly.

Another griffin knight sighed and said to Lewis: "Not to mention whether he can defeat the orc warrior, even if he defeats the liger, can he really beat Quentin? Suddenly, if the successor trained by the Bussman family is really beaten down by an unknown magician, can a civilian magician like him be able to withstand the anger of the top brass of the Bussman family? Lewis, you should explain this to him!”

"Hey, don't talk about those endless things. What you are talking about is impossible. Look at the 'power' behind the liger!" The griffon knight who spoke first reminded everyone.

After hearing the knight say these words, Lewis and the gryphon knights were collectively silent for a moment.

"A liger warrior who came to kill a clan, and is also a first-level strongman with a 'lion's heart'. How can a second-level magician be his opponent? Lewis, please persuade your friend to come back now. It’s still too late!” The knight who spoke first continued to persuade Louis.

"You don't know Jijia. That kid is a very independent person. The things he decides must have his reasons. He knows better than anyone else what kind of strength he has, and he should also be very strong. I know the strength of the liger warrior. I heard him say that he wandered on the Pai Plateau of the orc tribe when he was a child. It is impossible that he doesn’t know the ligers. Let’s just wait quietly behind him!” Louis pondered! After a moment, he said something like this.

I feel that Louis actually understands me very well, and he even sees through some of my thoughts.

He must have recognized Rengar from the beginning. He was the assassin he chased in the morning. He and Rengar must have also fought against each other.

At this time, I also saw the powerful aura emerging from behind Rengar. His "power" was actually a lion lurking in the wasteland. In fact, the "power" of every first-turn warrior was slightly different. There are differences. Each person's "shi" actually represents the warrior's strong heart and state of mind.

It was obvious that Rengar had a mighty prairie lion hidden in his heart. He stood in the middle of the field and stared at me silently.

The male lion behind him had blurred eyes, lying domineeringly on the wasteland, like the king of beasts...