Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

"Wizard: I can extract all things ()"

The diners at a table next to them said, "Ask the nobles for a letter of recommendation. Wear your armor and your cross sword to the western suburbs on Sunday morning, where the competition will be held."

Heath asked, "A letter of recommendation?"

The tavern owner nodded: "There are many middlemen in the city. As long as they are willing to pay gold coins, they can contact the nobles. Do you need me to recommend one for you?"

"If you go to the competition this year, even if you can't win, you can still get the guidance of your follower Galio-sama."

Galio? Where has this name seemed to be heard?

Hiss wondered, "Followers?"

The first diner said proudly: "The watcher of the Twilight Fortress, one of the 800 warriors who followed the wizard to block the tens of thousands of private legions of the Lakers, the legendary hero of our Xilan Kingdom, don't you know?"

Heath laughed twice: "Ha, ha, it's really not that clear."

He remembered that it was the square-faced knight who helped Count Croa to fight for a while after his death.

The diners looked at Heath with the eyes of a fool.

The diner asked: "Outlander, did you come out of the northern cave? You don't even know such a legendary deed?"

Heath asked with great interest, "Oh? Can you tell me that?"

Then he said to the tavern owner next to him: "Give this friend a glass of wine."

The maid brought up the large oak cup.

The diners laughed loudly: "Haha, thank you for your generosity."

He took a big sip from the oak cup, then stepped on the stool and jumped onto the wooden table, pressing his chest with one hand, raising the other hand high, and narrated in an aria-like tone:

"That was six months ago, when the vile Lakers suddenly provoked us..."

"...There are only eight hundred of them, but the number of enemies is more than ten thousand. Everyone is scared, except for the adult..."

"...The death of Earl Ridden pushed the team into a desperate situation. At this time, the legend stood up, and he bravely shouldered the responsibility of resisting the enemy..."

"...800 attacked 10,000 people, I really don't want to believe..."

Even though everyone has heard this kind of story countless times recently, and even knows every detail, but listening to the description of the diners at this time, the people in the tavern are still immersed in it quickly.

When they heard the diners speak of the army of ten thousand dead, they were horrified.

They cheered when they heard sorcerers kill enemy knights on the city walls.

When they heard that the Earl had died in battle, they were anxious.

It was as if everyone had really stood on the city wall, became one of them, experienced the attack of the enemy and fought side by side with the wizards.

Finally, the diners shouted, "...they are myths! They're legends!"

The whole tavern burst into jubilation:

"Myth! Legend"

"Myth! Legend"

Heath looked at the climax-like diners in the tavern and opened his mouth unconsciously.

Although I already knew from Cui Siqi that he was popular, the popularity was far beyond Heath's expectations.

No matter how old and thick-skinned he was, he couldn't help blushing at this time.

No way, in the praise of the diners, he has been completely described as a hero of the world who is not afraid of sacrifice, brave and strong, wise and martial.

Looking at him horizontally and vertically, he doesn't think this can match his own number...

Heath took out two gold coins and placed them on the table again: "I've packed everyone's wine today."

"Haha, praise you, generous young man!"

"You are as great as a wizard!"

The tavern was boiling again.

After drinking, the first diner raised his glass and said, "Thank you, generous young man, in return, I advise you not to go to that competition!"

Heath raised his eyebrows: "What?"

The diners said: "Arendt's competition is not a family game,

I've seen too many young people like you trying to make a name for themselves on this platform, but what they end up waiting for is a slap in the face. "

"The lucky ones break their hands and feet, and the less fortunate ones even throw their lives in the ring."

"This is a competition that any real knight may participate in. It's not a concept at all with the wooden sword you experienced in the countryside."

Other diners also talked about it:

"Yeah, do you remember the young man from Dogtown who had half his head chopped off last year?"

"Why don't I remember, I didn't die on the spot, and I was still twitching on the ground for a long time. I will never forget that terrifying appearance."

"That kid from the old Bot family was also ruined in the ring..."

The tavern owner also nodded and persuaded: "For the sake of gold coins, I think Your Excellency should consider everyone's suggestions. Although there are not a few famous people in the competition arena, more of them have become the dead souls under the swords of others."

Heath nodded: "Thank you for your advice."

Seeing his expression, everyone stopped saying anything, just shook their heads in regret.

They have seen too many young people like this. They are full of energy and high-spirited. They can't listen to any advice. Only when they hit the wall can they turn back.

At this moment, a laughing voice suddenly came from outside the window:

"Hahaha, didn't your parents tell you that a little girl shouldn't go out alone?"

"Take off the cloak, our boss's lost money must be under there!"

But they saw two men outside the tavern who were not good at first sight, blocking the way of a young girl, just like a scene of a hooligan who often appears in storybooks molesting a little girl.

Heath subconsciously glanced over there, but at this glance, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and his expression looked very surprised.

The diners in the tavern frowned.

"It's Bruno's bastards again, they should be hanged on the city wall!"

"Is no one going to take care of it? Can you call the city guard?"

"Forget it, these rogues will take advantage of their words and won't do anything to that girl."

"Yeah, how can you live with a mad dog?"

There was a bit of helplessness in the voices of the diners.

While everyone was discussing, Heath suddenly pulled out his chair and walked out of the pub.

The diners in the tavern could not help but light up.

Soon, Heath came to the outside of the tavern, and without hesitation, started to 'mind his own business'.

He held the cross sword in one hand and said righteously, "Leave that lady before I draw the sword."

That exciting action really resembles a righteous knight depicted in a storybook!

While speaking, his eyes fell on the young girl who was blocked by the two villains, gave the latter a consoling smile, and said in a firm tone, "With me here, no one can hurt you."

That's so high-spirited!

However, he only gave him a cold expression from the girl.

There were two words written on the pretty face that said nothing: boredom.

At this moment, dusk has passed, and the lanterns are beginning to come on.

Under the jasmine white moonlight, the beautiful long silver-gray hair swayed in the cool night wind.