Omni-Magician

In recent times, pedestrians walking in front of Anthony's magic cabin often saw that little girl named Debbie sitting alone on the steps in front of the store, a 15-year-old girl, very petite in shape and carrying a 100-kilogram sword in her arms. In contrast, that little figure seemed more monolithic than pathetic.

She was often stunned, and occasionally a few grievances appeared on that naive little face, her eyes set on the other side of the street, as if she wanted to see a figure suddenly emerge from it.

“The hammer hasn't returned yet? Poor thing. Look, Debbie, I don't know how much she's lost. It hurts when I look at her. How can that hammer just walk away?” The two passing aunts looked away at Debbie's figure and lowered their voice to complain about the sudden departure of the hammer.

“Don't you get it?” Another aunt pulled the aunt's arm and lowered her voice and said, "Tell me, the hammer must have been taken away, how honest the child is, you don't know, what kind of magician likes him as his apprentice, is that dependable? It shows that the old fox in Buska did it. ”

“You're also right, I've heard recently that Buska's magic store sells a lot of magic scrolls every day, and there must be cats in it.” The other aunt actually understood, "Poor Debbie, she can't wait like this... it's been three months since the hammer disappeared, right? ”

“Exactly three months... Alas, Buska's heartbroken, even if he did tie the hammer, what could Debbie do with a little girl? I'm sure the main city won't mind this nonsense, so it may recover after a while, or maybe Buska will let go of the hammer. ”

Speaking of which, both aunts sighed at the same time, they both understood that if the hammer had really been captured by Buska, he would not have had a chance to come back, and the two sighed away.

Debbie held a giant sword in her arms and continued to stay stunned.

A moment later, I grabbed a piece of paper from her arms. It was a parchment paper, because for a long time, it was covered with wrinkles, but it was well preserved. It was exactly what Ye had given Debbie through Buska. Of course, the letter suddenly appeared on the counter of the magic cabin. Debbie did not know that it had been sent by Buska, but she was familiar with the letter, and she did not know how many times it had been read.

From the first time I saw it, it was anger, then I wondered, then worried, slowly became the only hope, deep inside she might not believe the information in this letter was true, the hammer of her own home so stupid, how can it be valued by some super magician? What kind of world peace does he defend? Just because he doesn't need to be defended, he's lucky to defend world peace... but what can she do at this time?

She can only hope for this letter.

“Hammer, where the hell are you? Why don't you come back? ”

……

Ye Di is ready.

As the day approached noon, Buska and his son Kerry left town in a carriage and went all the way to Mount Inta on the outskirts of Stan City.

Mount Inta is a small mountain, and those warcraft with astonishing destructive power will not survive here, at best some savage beasts will live in the mountains, but in such an era, even bears, wild boars and other beasts have no threat whatsoever to swordsmen, so Mount Inta is generally a very safe little mountain bag.

Earlier in the year, Buska had been in the hunting business for some time, so on Mount Inta he had a secret place to use as a warehouse.

During this time Ye Dynasty had guessed that he was being held in Buska, and from that warehouse he could only accommodate the next fist-sized vent, he could occasionally hear some birds and see leaves falling from it, so he guessed that his place was a tree-filled estate, but he didn't think that it was actually on a hill.

The carriage stopped in a dense forest at the beginning of Mount Inta, and Buska jumped off the car, gazing around vigilantly, confirming that no one was there before walking into the dense forest.

Gary jumped out of the car and tied the wagon's reins to a big tree, following his father closely.

Compared to three months ago, Gary now looks pretty depressed. The wounds bruised by Ye Dynasty's magic scroll have healed. Even the traces of burning on his face and body have been completely healed under the treatment of the famous light magician, but he no longer has the same fine spirit as before, because of the use of the guardian of the god of war, his swordsman realm has fallen from the fourth order to the third, and there is no possibility of recovery.

Worse still, he was abused by a second-degree magician, which made him almost a joke in Stan City. The promising guard of the main city was naturally dismissed. He was still wearing the armor distributed by the guard of the main city, which was only severely damaged and had long since been sparkling.

His father, who was proud of him, always cursed him with a stench and made him feel good.

To think that the abominable and cunning magician is now imprisoned here. Every time he comes here with his father, there will always be an intolerable rage in his heart, holding the long sword handle between his waist tightly, trying to teach Ye a harsh lesson.

“If I fight him again, I will never lose to him...”

That's what he always thinks.

And what he didn't know was that such an opportunity would soon come.

“Boss, you're here.” There is a flat ground deep in the forest where a wooden house is built, and after hearing footsteps, Locke rushes out of the wooden house, and every once in a while Buska comes here to take away the magic scroll made by Ye Di.

“How was the boy these past two days?” Busca wiped the sweat off his face and although it was autumn, the weather was still dry and hot.

“These two days are honest, and 30 magic scrolls are done on time every day.” Locke replied with a smile, "is still going to paint some parchment. ”

“Huh, I don't care about those sheets of paper. Bring me all those magic scrolls.” Buska said, looking at the tiny, muffled cabin and not planning to go in, Locke turned around and shouted a few times inside, allowing Quinn to take out all the finished magic scrolls.

There is a simple homeowner in the cabin, there is a staircase leading down the corner, down the staircase is a tunnel, at the end of the tunnel is the warehouse where Ye Di is held, Quinn sits outside the warehouse drinking muffled wine on a wooden chair, he hears Rock scream, he mumbles a few times, he doesn't know what to say, there are some rough “muffled," knock on the iron door next to him twice: "Here comes the boss, take out all the magic scrolls you have completed! ”

So, Quinn got up and packed a box next to it, and it was a scroll that had been completed by the previous leaves. Every night, the leaves drooped out 30 scrolls that had already been completed from the vent of the iron door. The alley was tight and numb. There were hundreds of scrolls, and Quinn lifted the box and looked at the iron door with suspicion, and there was no response on the other side.

He kicked the door twice with his angry feet, "Duh, duh, duh," and shouted, "Send me the finished scroll, didn't you hear me? ”

Still no response.

Quinn's face, which had been ruined by Ye Dynasty's [lightning] attack, revealed an angry look. He put down the crate in his hand, pulled the vent open and looked inside the warehouse, his mouth continued to shout: “What are you dumb about? Didn't you hear me? Hurry up and give it to me...”

The sound stopped because... there was no one in the warehouse.

A tiny warehouse, at first glance, a table and chair bed, a pile of old garbage next to it, and the dusk lights emanating from the magic lights on the table illuminate the entire space, but Quinn didn't see Ye Dip in it.

This shocked Quinn so badly in the face that in the morning he went in through a vent for breakfast, but now he's suddenly gone?

Is this underground, or is it in the mountains, surrounded by hard rocks? How can a second-degree magician with the power of an unbridled chicken escape from here?

After a brief moment of hesitation, Quinn finally made the decision, pulling out the long sword between his waist, taking out the key and unlocking the iron door, and walking in carefully.

Leaf was imprisoned in a warehouse for three months, the air smelled suffocating and Queen held his sword in his nervous hands, sweeping the conditions in the warehouse.

“Son of a bitch, where are you? Don't try to hide...” He shouted in the direction of the bed, and if there was one place in the whole room where people could hide, it would only be under the bed.

But nobody's under the bed.

Quinn thought of that pile of crap hiding in the corner again, and he turned around and looked at it.

His expression suddenly stopped.

Previously there was a rusty old armor in the corner, that kind of broken old armor, even Queen never cared, but now the armor suddenly stood up...

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