The First Mage

Damn, you just opened the map cannon at the slightest disagreement, how did you survive until now, and still become a great wizard?

Not to mention, you are still saying this in front of this big shot...

Are you going to die or not?

From the beginning to the end, even Duiler didn't have time to say a few words, but he deeply felt that this guy was going farther and farther on the road to death, and he was almost out of sight...

And what about the black-scaled python? That would be even more ridiculous...

Just now, Roy and Rom, two titled wizards, promised him together that the two mage forces owed him a favor, and they didn't take it seriously...

How could he be greedy for you, a black-scaled python?

Don't make a fucking joke, okay, this joke is not funny at all...

For a moment, Duiler really felt a little hopeless in his heart. He still wanted to pull him up hard, and wanted to make this proud titled magician die less ugly.

However, Duiler seems to think that he can still output...

"I have already sent someone to report to the two Your Excellencies what happened just now, so you don't need to worry about it."

Norman felt that his handling methods were very mature and very watertight.

He can shut up Duiler's mouth in one fell swoop. Even if he wants to intercede with this guy again, it's useless to tell himself. He can only ask for two titled wizards.

But is it useful?

Those two gentlemen have experienced many trials and tribulations, and they are not comparable to Duiler in terms of knowledge or wisdom.

They won't be fooled by a sign issued by Oakland College.

But now...

Duiler was indeed gagged, but the method was a little different from what Norman imagined...

He was just a little surprised to see that this Norman was looking at himself with a desperate look.

The meaning in that look is very strange.

just like……

He already regarded himself as a dying person.

What does this mean?

Norman couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. In his opinion, this is really unreasonable...

"Norman, Norman, I think this should be just a misunderstanding, yes, that's right, it's just a misunderstanding, you should go with me first to hear what the two Your Excellencies have to say..."

At this time, Duiler was already struggling to die for the sake of the big man who had cultivated and promoted him.

Hope to bring this guy back from the brink of death,

While talking at that time, he already ignored the surface, and winked at Norman desperately there, hoping that he could see what he meant clearly and stop trying to die.

Don't get in the way of saving others anymore!

"Misunderstanding what misunderstanding?"!

Who knows, Norman seems to have made up his mind to die to the end.

It looked like Duiler was riding a life raft to pull him back from the flood, but he threw off the life-saving hand, saying that I just like to swim naked, and then swim in the flood willfully...

At this moment, Duiler was watching this genius continue to perform there with a gray and despairing gaze, his lips trembling slightly...

"Hehe, I know, you are probably worried about being known, you pulled this nonsense in yourself, and then you were punished by the two lords, don't worry about this, I will plead with the two lords for you, even if it is in my favor For the sake of it, you won't be injured."

To be honest, Norman felt that what he said was a face-to-face, which was enough to give Duiler face, and it was already the best solution for the current situation. .

Anyway, there is only one ultimate goal, and that is to drive this black sheep out of the camp!

"..."

"Duiler, what do you think?" Seeing that Duiler was silent, Norman thought he had already blocked his mouth, so he became confident and continued to ask questions with a smile on his face.

But……

But all I saw was Duiler's bitter face, showing a smile that was uglier than crying: "You are the master."

After finishing speaking, Duiler seemed to have completely given up struggling. His whole figure seemed to be bent at this moment, and he showed a look of shame mixed with worry to Lynch, right there. After hesitating again and again, it seemed that he didn't know what to say.

In the end, the words that filled his stomach turned into Lian's heavy sigh: "Your Excellency, Merlin, I made you laugh, this is really... Don't worry, no matter what, this is the work of our Twilight Council and the Dark Moon Mercenary Group." mistakes, we will make up for our mistakes.”

After finishing speaking, I saw Duyle slowly raised his head, looked at Norman with bitterness on his face, moved his lips, as if there was a flash of unbearable color in his eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything , The unbearableness in those eyes also turned into tenacity.

He raised his foot and walked towards Norman.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?"

Seeing Duiler's strange appearance, Norman couldn't help but aggravate the little doubt in his heart.

In fact, from the beginning of the conversation with Duyle, Norman always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't tell what was wrong. Anyway, today's Duyle seemed weird...

Why does it seem like you are always bowing down to this blood-sucking bug?

Too strange……

Obviously, I have already told him that I will intercede with the two Your Excellencies on his behalf.

After all, Duiler is also a veteran sword master. Over the years, he has made a lot of contributions to the council. Even for this reason, this guy will not be punished much.

etc……

Could it be that this guy has some reason to be pinched in the hands of this Mafa Merlin?

But that's not right either...

Duiler and this guy were just strangers before yesterday.

How could it be possible that something was pinched immediately.

But amidst the doubts, he only saw that, at some point, Duiler had already walked in front of him, and suddenly stood still.

And when he looked at himself, there was a complex and unspeakable look in his eyes, and finally, he sighed softly, as if he had just made some difficult decision...

How is this going?

"Duiler, you..."

The doubts in Norman's heart became more and more intense, but when he opened his mouth to ask a few questions, he only heard a crisp sound.

All I saw was that Duiler's powerful arm of the sword master suddenly lifted up, and after it was rounded, it slapped Norman's face with a big slap.

"puff."