Rebirth-First Class Magician

Lyle was a little hesitant because Asa took out that dark red velvet cloth again--

He just saw the encounter of the big man just now, and the whole man slammed into the ground while wearing this thing. Now Asa took out the cloth again and intended to use it on him. How can you keep him nervous?

Lyle took a step back and said hesitantly, "Master, sir, isn't it a little magic? Why do you want to come up with this thing?"

Asa raised his eyebrows while holding a flannel, and said to him with a smile, "After a while, you know", he tickled his fingers at him, "Come here."

After a while, Lyle moved towards the other with a suspicious look. "Are you really not going to do anything dangerous to me?"

Asa didn't answer him. With a bang, the thick dark red velvet cloth was shaken open, and the cover standing in front of him was impervious.

The audience didn't say anything, and only Lyle was chanting in the entire store. "Oh my god, I can't see. Where are you, sir?"

Lyle was really nervous, and even knowing that Asa won't make him okay, he was still nervous. Nothing was visible in the dark surroundings. What was more terrifying was that the people around him didn't speak, and he didn't know what Asa would do to him.

He couldn't help thinking of the days when his cousin was held in the castle's black jail, the days when he was alone with him ...

Lyle swallowed nervously, shook his head and waved the memory, and when he was about to urge Asa to hurry, he held his head with a large hand and guided him to change direction.

Lyle followed the circle and stood still. After pinching his fingers, he forced himself not to ask each other. As his hands began to sweat, Asa began to speak ...

Himan leaned against the bar, without speaking slowly, "His Royal Highness, I heard that you are the most serious of the seven monarchs."

Gal shook his calf, looked at Asa with naive eyes, and didn't look back when he said, "Well, what do you want to ask?"

Himan's fingers hit the bar casually, "I don't want to ask anything, I just wonder why His Lacrimal Glands are so developed."

"That's not tears." Gal ticked the corners of his lips. "Tears are secreted from the lacrimal gland, and I added them artificially, in fact ..." Gal glanced at Seaman and said in a low voice, "In fact, I only cried when I fell."

Heaman heard a word, and of course he knew that Gal would not shed tears. In fact, he did not think that the other party had a lacrimal gland, but now the other party acknowledges that he has passed ...

"For what?" Seaman asked hesitantly, but regretted asking, the other side would not respond at all to such a secret matter.

Gal didn't directly answer Seaman's question, and he spoke slowly after a long silence. "If you can't meet Lyle forever, what will your mood be?"

Seaman gave the answer without thinking, the elegant voice seemed cold, "No, I won't let him leave—" Seaman said halfway, and turned his head sharply to Gal, "You mean-- "

"You should guess his identity." Gal said to himself, "I thought I would never see him forever."

Himan nodded his head. If the destiny track of that one did not shift, the two of them would never see each other for life.

"No, it's still possible to see it." Gal smiled bitterly, "Maybe you can see it when you dry it."

"..."

Seaman nodded thoughtfully and turned to watch the magic in the middle of the crowd. At this moment, his cousin had been brought to the knight's armor--

Asa flexed her fingers and flicked the smooth surface of the armor. The cameraman took two steps forward and gave the armor a close-up.

"Who are you willing to check this?" Asa glanced at the people who raised their hands, followed a lady with her finger, "Beautiful lady, would you?"

The named woman was obviously very excited, squeezed forward and walked to the silver armor. "What do I need to do?"

Asa didn't say a word, took a step forward and raised her hand to remove the helmet. "You just need to see if there is anything in it, or if you want to remove a part," Asa said slowly.

The brown-haired woman tiptoeed into the armor, raised her hand and knocked on the breastplate, "Oh I promise, there is nothing in it, this is just ordinary medieval armor." After careful inspection for a while. , The woman's face is a sure guarantee.

Asa looked at her with a smile, "So, thank you, Madam." He bowed towards the other side, and Asa put his helmet back on the armor, hooked his lips and looked at the red cloth, "Little red hair, are you ready Yet?"

Lyle nodded in the velvet, "It must be ready, but why should you call me Little Red Hair, I'm famous-ah!"

Asa didn't wait for Lyle to complain, standing with his chin on his back and hurriedly pushing forward!

The man covered by the red cloth rushed towards the tall armor, and Asa apparently exerted a lot of effort. Lyle couldn't stop at all, and slammed into the bright silver armor.

The audience circle is boiling. Unlike the reaction outside, they are no longer worried about the safety of the participants, they are more concerned about how the magic will progress.

"what!!!"

Lyle's distorted cry rang through the merchandise store. When everyone was holding their breath, the red cloth and the people inside hit the bright silver armor--

Silent, there is no sound after mounting such a big thing, no violent impact, no sound of armour shaking to the ground, and even Lyle's terrified cry disappeared in an instant!

The dark red velvet cloth crashed to the ground, and it was empty!

"Oh my God, it's gone again!" The audience standing in the front row was very flat, with a look that I expected earlier, "Ah, let me find where the person went, is it behind?"

Reminded by his words, the audience around him turned around and looked for people who disappeared in the crowd.

"Oh God, he's there! In that armor!" A girl in her twenties covered her mouth with one finger inside the bright silver armor, "My God, how did he get in?"

The eye of the helmet is made of a vertical hollow mask, and there are bright eyes in the vertical hollow!

"Oh no, it's so boring here, let me out." Lyle waved his arm and lifted the heavy iron armor. "Oh no, he's too heavy, Asa, I want to come out!"

But apparently, no one ignored him, and everyone was surprised by the scene.

The cameraman walked forward with the camera two steps forward and gave a big close-up to the eyes in the small window. Originally, he kept snoring, and smiled at the camera, his arms raised upwards. It seems that I want to put my scissors.

The woman who had just checked the inside of the armor just now was incredible, "I just checked the armor shell, so thick material, how did he get in?"

Lyle's eyes were blocked by the helmet, and the dissatisfied grandma heard the words of the other party. "What's going to get in? Do you think I'm a mouse?"

Asa frowned, and whispered, "You are too noisy." After speaking, when he slammed his fingers, Lyle's squealing noise disappeared instantly, as if completely isolated in a narrow armor.

Asa put his long phalanx on his lips, and made a snoring gesture to the crowd. The noisy talk in the entire shop stopped, and the audience stared at Asa with interest.

Asa picked up a sharp-edged sword from the side of the armor, and apparently it was paired with that armor.

Asadan held a long sword, gently twirled his sword in his right hand, and his fingers changed angles inadvertently. The blood poured out of the skin instantly. "He is really sharp. Does anyone want to try it?" Asaman didn't care. He stuck his tongue out and licked the bleeding finger, his eyes staring at the crowd slowly.

Obviously, no one wants to.

The front-row audience stepped backwards, shaking their heads like rattles.

Asa apparently didn't plan to continue questioning, just turned his head and shoved the handle of the sword into Lyle's hand. "No one wants it? Then I can only find someone to try his sharpness." Laughing, Asa looked directly at Lyle in the small window and said softly, "Whether the armor is thicker or the sword is sharper."

As soon as Asa finished speaking, the armor on the shelf was shaking, and the magnitude was not less than the magnitude 8 earthquake.

But no, the armor was nailed to the base by rigorous stitches. No matter how he struggled, the armor did not leave the place, and there was no symptom of dumping.

"What? How is this going to be tested?" A man standing at the outer periphery asked with a tiptoe. "The sword is lost. The armor looks very thick. I guess he is made of steel."

Asa raised her chin and glanced at the talking man, grinned, and said mysteriously, "Sir, are you betting that you lost the sword?"

"of course."

Asa didn't say anything at the interface, and took a step back after inserting the sword into the opponent's hand. "Then you want to be optimistic, sir."

The cameraman stood by Asa's side, turned back to give the guesser a shot, and aimed the shot at the armor and the sword in his hand—

The man in the armor was still struggling, but his right hand was raised against his own slowly, and the sharp point of the sword was pointed directly at the heart on the left side of the armor chest.

At this time, everyone can see from the armor that is constantly struggling to shake, and the people inside obviously don't want to do any experiments.

This knife and this right-handed man are not controlled by the people inside! !! !!

The author has something to say: Hehehe ~~~~~~~~ Today I saw my mom's circle of friends, QAQ they play well. . . . -I'm upset where to eat every day