Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 107 Discussion

Claude disappeared as a light-hearted flash man, and he was delighted that he tested the power of both magic flying arrows and careful shock on these bastards of the Black Snake Club, as well as his experience in magic warfare. As for the mess he left behind, he was too lazy to think about who he loved, it was none of my business.

The alley quickly lit up, and a large crowd of Black Snake members and Shark Club members arrived, inevitably confronting each other again, shouting again at residential areas on both sides of the alley. Luckily, however, a few of the heads of the black snake who arrived remained sober and pressed their hands without any bloodshed with the shark.

Gerard has spoken several times about the evening, and the Catherine sisters have long gone back to their second floor. They don't care if the Black Snakes live or die, and Jedra says Catherine was impatient to take her sister home when she went to heal those wounded.

Eight good Black Snake clubs were turned over by a masked man. Four dead, the guard with the triangular razor in his belly, the black man with the fine iron dagger in his back, and the one with the hole in his belly that I don't know what it is, and the last one with a hard blow in his heart, he couldn't breathe and was suffocated.

Two serious injuries, a hole in the arms and thighs as well, a guard who passed out too early, and a thin tall man with almost the entire face that was put in. The other two were dying, wondering if they could be saved. One is a small beveled Camadi with a broken tongue on his limbs, and the other is a male treble with his lower egg kicked.

If it wasn't for Gerard's emergency treatment, he would have used several bottles of primary therapy, and maybe four more gas would not have been saved. So the head of the Black Snake Club also ordered his men to break in, bring in the residents on both sides of the alley, and ask them if what they saw corresponded to what Gerard had said.

The kindness didn't pay off, and Gerard and his two men couldn't help it, mainly because what they said was unbelievable. A mysterious masked man, not knowing where he came from, demanded big squints of Camedy and they gave him way, all the heads of the Black Snake Club were clear, with squints of Camedy's temper, this conflict was inevitable.

It's just bad luck this time with the oblique eyes of Camedy and them.

“Did you really not hear the shot?” This is the Nth time the head of the Black Snake Society has asked a question.

“Really, we didn't see the masked man with the gun in his hand, didn't hear the sound of the gun and saw the light that lit the flaming rope, the masked man didn't take anything...” Gerard replied for the Nth time, his saliva was almost dry.

“It's impossible. They're obviously gunshot wounds. How can there be no gunshots in a hole this big?” The heads of the Black Snake Society can't figure it out either.

The head of the other Black Snake club came over and said to the boss: "Ask the boss, the residents on both sides of the alley are no different than this kid, I don't think the sharks will do it, they have some good hands over there, we know very well, one by eight, they can't do it. ”

The boss of the Black Snake Club pressed his finger against his nose, nodded and said to Gerard and others, “Thank you for your help this time, this look will be reported later, you can go. ”

After Gerard and the others left, the Black Snake boss thought about it, pulled out a name tag, brought in one of his men, gave him a few admonitions, and that man took the name tag and flew away.

More than half an hour later, the man brought the fat old man Julian to the scene. The Black Snake Boss would wave back to his men and personally accompany Julian to see the wounds on the body and the wounded.

Soon after, Julian looked at all the wounds, circled around the scene, and said a few words to the Black Snake Club boss and left. The Black Snake will be there for half a day before he can laugh and get his men to put away the body and the wounded.

“Will we not avenge this?” The head of another black snake club asks inexplicably.

“I can't.” The Black Snake would refer bitterly to the wound like a gunshot wound and whisper helplessly: “It wasn't a gunshot, it was the result of a spell. The old man had bad luck blocking the road, blocking the way of a magician, so the masked man called the old man three and they made way. If you're not a magician, who else has the guts to make way for the Black Snake Club? ”

“You mean the third one, they had a conflict with a magician? ”

The Black Snake will nod his head: “Now you see, the Third Lady is in bad luck, I don't know if it will involve us. Increased security during this period, with more manpower at Headquarters. I heard that the magician is a must-see, and I hope he doesn't come to our door for trouble. ”

The Black Snake Club left the scene in a hurry, which left Shark Club Gerard very confused. If something like this happens, whether or not you find the murderer, at least the residents on either side of the alley will be in bad luck, and the Black Snake Club people will make excuses for looking for the masked man to come into these residents' homes and rob them.

Loss of money is still a small matter, the most frightening thing is to take people away for the crime of the masked partner, if you don't break the house to collect money to change people, you may never see your own family again. It's no use calling the police. The Black Snake will be able to get rid of people who put it back long ago, and now they can't find anyone who doesn't care about them. Perhaps this missing person is the accomplice of the murderer, who fled because he was afraid to hide or something, and can even find many people to prove that what they say is true...

But this time, the Black Snake Club's people hurriedly evacuated and did nothing, and the residents were brought out and put back, which is amazing.

The party at the night food stall in front of Julian's grocery store was almost over, except Julian was called away. His magician friends thought something was wrong and sat there waiting for him to come back.

When Julian came back, he looked wrong and asked what had happened.

Julian repeated what he had seen and finally lamented: "Too harsh. The masked magician, though young, could be harsh by force. Eight gangsters were killed and seriously injured by him. Perhaps two more will not be saved. Such people are rarely seen in our magician community, and now I'm worried that tomorrow's deal will go smoothly. Student, his teacher must be even more difficult. Looks like I have to write a letter to Wang Du to ask who knows them and understand how easy it will be to deal with them in the future, so as not to offend them for no reason...”

An older old man laughed: "What are you worried about? You have an underground magic market behind you to support you. No one wants to offend you. You don't have to worry about your safety at all compared to our magicians in the field. Didn't you just say that the masked magician said that the address you had here was his teacher's letter from Wang Du? In that case, tomorrow's deal is guaranteed, they should know the scale and not force you to make a deal, otherwise they won't be able to make it across the continent in the future...”

“Oh, Old Sork's right, Julian, as head of the underground magic market at the White Deer Acquisition Point, you should have this confidence.” Another old man laughed, "But I kind of admire the masked magician. For the thugs, I should have done the hard work. Hundreds of years later, we, the nations of the continent that have learned magic, have left little good name but evil. Sometimes the thought of those battle magicians crossing the continent is very appealing. Too bad we weren't born in those days. ”

A middle-aged man in a black robe couldn't help but laugh at this sentiment: “Teacher Bagchi, don't miss that era of magical civilization. It's the end of the magic period. The times are long gone, and the more powerful fighting magicians are no match for the guns in the hands of mortals. Weren't we studying magic to become magicians in the wild to explore the mysteries of magic and freedom without restraint? Otherwise, we can be registered magicians, stay in Wangdu, and become guests in the seats of dignitaries...”

“Psst, who's going to be a registered magician!” The old man known as Old Sork said with dismay: "Registered magician, is that a true magician, purely a bunch of walking dogs kept by those in power, who, besides using magic to please and serve those in power, can't stand it? ”

“Old Sork, take it easy.” Julian laughed to comfort old Sork: “Registered magicians are not real magicians, they're just clowns in the magician world. That's why our underground magic market exists. The underground magic market serves not these clowns, but all freedom-loving magicians in the wild. It is because of the insistence of you true magicians that the magical heritage of the Farea continent will not be broken and will continue. Come on, let's have another drink. ”

The crowd raised their glasses and drank the rye. The bearded man asked, "Julian, the spell that the masked magician was carrying out against the thugs is magic arrow, so is there any other kind of combat spell? ”

Julian thought about it and shook his head: "No, the magic mark left on the scene is a magic flying arrow spell. I checked it carefully and found no other magic marks, presumably only this type of combat spell. In fact, only three people were really hurt by the magic flying arrow, and the rest were hurt by his karate fighting. This masked guy's fighting skills are very powerful. I suspect he is dominated by martial arts and supplemented by magical flying arrows.

But this is also rare, and there are only dozens of battle spells that can be handed down over the centuries, all regarded by their owners as treasured and easily unwilling to be carried out in front of others. This masked guy is lucky to learn combat magic flying arrows. Perhaps that's why he's so arrogant to provoke the gangsters of the Black Snake Society to make way for them. You're young, you've never suffered, you've never planted a fight, so you don't have any concerns. I don't want to think that if he flies with magic to the special department of Wangdu, he won't have a good day. ”

“Yeah, young man, arrogant, who wasn't like that when we were younger.” The bearded man poured rye wine into everyone's glass again: “Now that I'm older, I've suffered a lot, and I've learned my lesson, I can hide myself and be a low-key person. When Julian talked about the masked young magician, he remembered his youth, but he was also very emotional.

It's a rare thing to come to Bai Lu Town to have a drink and chat with everyone. Usually we don't want to get together. We all have things to do. Tomorrow morning I'm leaving White Deer Town. The boat has been booked. I don't know when I'll ever be together again. To that end, I would like to propose a toast to you once again with the rye from Julian and wish you every success in the future. Here we go! ”

Everyone should soak up and have a drink.