Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

"Wizard: I can extract all things ()"

The villain Bruno looked surprised. After being a villain for so long, this was the first time he had seen someone come out to fight for chivalry. Did you read too many knight novels?

With this thought in his heart, he immediately put on a fierce expression, pulled out a dagger and pointed at Heath fiercely: "Do you want to be a hero?"

Heath doesn't talk nonsense, and it's a kick to go up.

As a high-level knight, how powerful he is, even if he just kicked casually without any effort, he still kicked the villain Bruno seven or eight meters away.

"Bah!" The villain Bruno knelt heavily on the ground, his waist bowed like a shrimp.

The little brother who was following him almost didn't fall off his eyes.

"Strange...monster!"

He screamed and ran away in an instant.

Bruno over there stretched out his hand to his companion and opened his mouth to call for help, but the injured heart could only make a sound of 'scare', and finally he forced himself to roll and crawl away.

Heath didn't pay any attention to these nights, and walked over to Xue Li and said, "Apprentice Xue Li, are you alright."

Shirley shook her head casually.

Joke, how would a mid-level apprentice make two villains? She had already cast a spell to scare them, and even without the Heaths, she would never dare to do anything wrong again.

Heath continued to ask: "I still don't know why Shirley's apprentice is here?"

Shirley said, "I have something to do."

After speaking, he didn't talk nonsense with Histo, or even say hello, he pulled on his hood and went to the side.

That walk is called a dashing.

Heath is speechless: Do you want to be so ruthless.

Although it is said that the two people have a mutually beneficial relationship, others do not need to care about his feelings.

But what to say...

It was probably the man's self-esteem, which really made Heath feel strangely uncomfortable, a sense of frustration for no reason.

After all, the two of them had just spent the night together last night.

"Maybe..."

"This is a natural wizard!"

Shaking his head, Heath put away these messy thoughts and returned to the tavern.

Just entered.

"Crackling!" He was greeted by a burst of warm applause.

All the diners in the tavern stood up, their eyes changed from the previous contempt and disdain, and the rest was just admiration and applause.

The people cheered loudly:

"Young man, you are the bravest young man I have ever seen!"

"I take back what I just said, I believe you will achieve good results in the competition!"

"Originally, I wasn't interested in this competition, but if there is you, I will definitely go to see it, and then I will bring my son to cheer for you!"

"come on! Come on!"

In the cheers of everyone, Heath shrugged: "Thank you."

Immediately, he walked to the bar, took out two gold coins and said, "Then, can you help me find a letter of recommendation?"

The tavern owner gave a very warm salute: "It's my honor to serve you!"

Immediately, the tavern owner went upstairs and quickly led two men down, one wearing a green pleated coat and looking to be the master, and the other dressed as a servant.

The tavern owner introduced: "Young warrior, this is Baron Garcia and his servants from Whitewater Bay. They can prepare letters of recommendation for you."

Heath looked at the two in amazement. Coincidentally, they were the master and servant they had seen by the lake before.

He said suspiciously: "Garcia..."

For some reason, the name sounded familiar to him.

Diners quickly gave him an answer.

"It's Garcia of Whitewater Bay!"

"The descendants of the great knight Poro... It's a pity that they didn't inherit the bravery of their ancestors..."

Yes, I remember!

Heath suddenly realized that he had read the biography of this man in a history book in the library of the Tower of Shadows. It was a great knight who was active in this land a long time ago.

Once followed a famous wizard in the Old Lands.

He smiled politely and said, "It's an honor to know the descendants of the Dragon Slayer."

In the face of Heath's politeness, Garcia's master and servant did not respond with due enthusiasm, but stared at Heath with a suspicious look: he was too young.

Baron Garcia said to the tavern owner: "Tours, can this young man do? Don't be eliminated in the first round..."

The tavern owner said with a stern face: "Baron Garcia, you can either settle my rent and room and board now, or write that damn letter of recommendation immediately, at least before your title of nobility is stripped away. It's still useful."

Garcia said angrily: "I am a descendant of heroes, how can you speak to me in such a tone..."

In the end, he honestly wrote a letter of recommendation.

No way, I'm hungry.

...

A few days later, in the western suburbs of Arendt.

In an open space in the western suburbs, a stand has been built with wooden shelves at this moment, and the outside of the open space is surrounded by a fence to form a small competition arena.

At this moment, the outside of the venue is full of people.

Nobles, squires, rich and other high-class dignitaries sit neatly in the stands, while the general public surrounds the fence.

Everyone rubbed shoulders together, led with their feet raised, and all looked at the competition field in front of them.

The voices are full of people, and it is very lively!

In the contestant's seat on the side of the competition arena, Baron Garcia and his servant were helping Heath put on his armor.

"Carmen, where's the bracer? Hurry up and get the bracer!"

"Is the seams oiled? Didn't I say so? Don't let me see rust!"

"How about the Heath? Does the armor still fit?"

This armor was ordered by Heath from a blacksmith in the city. After all, it was impossible to hold these inexplicable things in a pocket with limited capacity.

Heath moved for a while and nodded: "It's okay."

This is a set of full-body plate armor. This kind of all-metal equipment with a heavy armor direction is definitely not comfortable to wear. No matter how good the workmanship is, it will be handicapped.

If it weren't for the fact that the competition party insisted that one must wear armor to participate in the competition, Heath would definitely not be willing to wear it.

Baron Garcia continued: "Carmen, where is the horse? Where is the horse of our knight?"

Carmen said: "In the stables, my lord."

Garcia kicked Carmen furiously: "What time is it, the horse is still in the stable? Didn't I say bring it here early?"

"I'm going right now, my lord."

"Forget it, I'll go there myself, lest you idiot screw things up again!"

Baron Garcia said: "Heath, let's go get you a war horse, you wait here for a while."

Heath nodded, "Yeah."

The two hurried to the direction of the stables.

Heath sat idle against the fence next to him and waited.

"Look at that knight!"

"How heroic, I haven't seen it before, is it from another place?"

"Nice black hair."

Although this kind of all-metal armor is uncomfortable to wear on the body, it is really impeccable in terms of image. The Gothic shape is inherently flamboyant, with clear edges and smooth lines, and it is very human-like when worn on the body.

Coupled with his handsome facial features and rare black hair, Hesborn quickly attracted the attention of many girls.

But at this moment, Heath suddenly felt a sharp gaze shot towards him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure in the audience.

Even if there is no mental connection between the same kind, the silver-gray hair is really eye-catching in the crowd.

'Why is she here? ’

Heath was very surprised. After all, according to what he knew about Shirley, this girl didn't look like a person who liked to join in the fun.

While Heath was wondering, Shirley's mouth moved suddenly.

At the same time, a voice sounded in Heath's ear. This should be the apprentice-level spell [Devil Whisper], a spell capable of long-distance sound transmission, which requires demon blood to learn.

She said, "Why are you here!"

Compared to the usual indifference, Xue Li's voice had a rare emotion at this moment, but this was not a good emotion, but hostility and vigilance.

Heath was even more puzzled. Did this offend her?

"Look! It's the blessing of the goddess! And the garland of victory!"

"so beautiful!"

"Wish my knights would win the championship..."

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and everyone's eyes turned to somewhere.

Over there, a nobleman in a pure white robe walked into the field with bare feet under the protection of a group of knights with bright armor.

He carried a wooden tray in both hands, and his expression was solemn and pious.

On the wooden tray is the prize for the champion of this competition.

After seeing this reward, Heath finally knew why Shirley appeared here.

And finally know where Shirley's hostility to him comes from...