Chapter 46 Rolling

  Old Tom was suddenly named by strange nobles, and he was a little confused. He didn't know where these nobles came from.

  A clever young man next to him got the warning from the knights earlier, so he pulled old Tom.

  The way the young man muttered to the old man fell into the eyes of the round-faced nobleman. It was the first time he had seen commoners dare to treat them so contemptuously.

   Sure enough, it is a troublemaker who came out of poor mountains and rivers!

   This is an offense to their nobles and must be severely punished!

  Bella Village is too closed, and these villagers have been with Charlie, who basically has no airs, for a long time.

  The aristocratic young man with a round face squirmed around like a headless chicken, and finally his eyes lit up, and he snatched the short riding whip from the hands of the knights.

  He brandished his horsewhip and rushed towards Old Tom, fiercely.

  Charlie couldn't stand it anymore, and chased him from the side.

   It's fine to come to her territory, but you still want to beat her? !

   Who are you bullying?

   Well, she couldn't beat this tall and burly nobleman with a round face, but she could easily do it by finding the bend of her knee and kicking him down from behind.

  Seeing that one of the legs of the 1.8 meter hunk was weak, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

  Charlie retracted his foot, moving like a graceful cat.

   "Hey, you are in my territory, do you want to respect me as the master a little bit, huh?" She straightened her uncluttered cuffs and said.

  The face of the round-faced aristocrat who just got up turned purple in embarrassment.

  The weak chicken who used to shiver and hide when seeing people, that crying and useless Charlie, how dare to humiliate him like this now? !

  The round-faced nobleman got up in a little embarrassment. When he thought that the third prince was looking at him, and the noble lady traveling with him was also looking at him, his mentality exploded instantly.

   "Duel! I want to fight you!"

  Charlie glanced at the jeweled sword hanging on the waist of this idiot, and then thought about his 6-line arcane magic and his second-level spellcaster level.

  She doesn't need to talk big, she can't beat her arcane instructors at this level, but her peers...

   Sorry, she can probably hit ten now!

  Frye wanted to stop this matter, but obviously, a small group that had already 'planned' had been paying attention to him.

  The two aristocratic men guarding him shot almost simultaneously and pressed Frye's shoulder.

   "Frye, Corian didn't do this first, you have to be reasonable." One of them lowered his voice and said to him.

   Within a moment of Frye's hesitation, Charlie had agreed.

   Originally, I just wanted to launch a missile at will and knock people into the air, but what happened, these young masters have so many tricks to kill people that it is hard to guard against.

   "Okay, okay! Why don't we sign another life-and-death contract? Save me from beating your arms and legs, and you ran to cry with Frye again!"

  Eris narrowed his eyes slightly, but was pulled back by Charlie.

   Anyway, the prince of the empire is also here. If they become skeleton soldiers playing with mud, the royal family of the Holy Platinum Empire will definitely go crazy, right?

   But Charlie also heaved a sigh of relief, but with a smile on his face.

Why?

   Want to trick people, dig a hole for people to jump, if you don’t pretend to be like a bit, will they jump?

  The one who meowed, and the bully who came to the door only to be pressed on the ground and rubbed?

   "Sign! Those who don't sign are the grandchildren of the tortoise!"

  Although it is a bit weird to say this in a different world language, everyone can tell that this is definitely a curse.

  Corian with a big round face smiled ferociously.

   It has to be said that the nobles prepared a complete set of things for their trip. As soon as they finished speaking, someone brought white paper and a quill with ink.

   Both parties signed their names on the provisional life and death contract.

  The contract is notarized by a neutral **** and takes effect immediately.

   Frye, who had been suppressed all the time, was so angry that he couldn't speak.

  He vigorously shook off the hands of the two nobles who were holding him, walked up to the bear-like noble and said something, but obviously, the effect was not good.

  The round-faced, strong guy looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

  He was just rushing to maim this little trash.

   His Highness the Third Highness frowned slightly, but Charlie, who squinted his eyes and looked at the fake smile, did not stand up to stop him.

  A noble lady holding a lace folding fan stood up and took the initiative to act as the referee.

   With an order, the giant bear-like guy raised his head to the sky and roared, "Ah!".

   He seemed to think it was very imposing to do so.

  However, if his opponent is a magician who needs magic chanting, then this is no problem. He rushed out after shouting, and the opposite party probably didn't finish chanting.

   But does an Arcanist need to bark?

   Just to use the new arcane that Eris taught me yesterday!

   "Calls the High Necromancer."

  In an instant, the black inert ioun stone emitted an inert black light that was just like its nature.

   This is equivalent to drawing cards in the previous world.

   There are big boss-level undead in the plane of the dead, and of course there are also weak chickens. The characteristic of this summoning technique is that what is summoned depends on the face.

  Charlie is not afraid of failure, after all, she has done a lot of times, so she will try again after failure.

  A lich wearing a torn mage robe appeared beside Charlie.

   From the torn rag-like mage robe, it can be vaguely seen that this is probably a red robe.

  Charlie is very satisfied, the 'number lottery' was successful!

  The lich returned to the world of the living, sensed the summoner's thoughts, and without hesitation raised his broken staff and launched a magic missile at a certain round-faced nobleman who charged.

   When a caster fights with others, the most important thing is to keep a distance from melee occupations.

  Magic Missile is the spell with the best knock-up effect, and it is the 'starter' of most spellcasters.

   Sure enough, the magic missile flew out, and a certain bear-type man who started to run after 'opening his voice' was directly knocked ten meters away.

  Well, this force is much lighter than the force that the mentor Melami used to smash the castle gate into slag.

   At least, this guy didn't crumble to pieces.

  Dragon fights, the loss of the castle has always been an untouchable pain in Charlie's heart.

   Is it the house that was demolished?

   That's money!

   It's all her little money!

  When I think about it, I feel so heartbroken that I can't breathe!

  Who said that female hormones are not irritable?

  The money is gone, who wants to be a quiet and beautiful girl? !

   "Beat him to death!" Charlie turned his grief into anger, and ordered the round-faced man in the arena of the lich to blast the hammer.

   "Fireball!"

  The rotting staff swung, and the scorching fireballs shot out.

   Originally full of confidence, Corian, who thought that resisting the only fire attack from an Arcanist would be able to abuse food, was immediately stunned.

  Who can explain to him why a rookie arcanist can summon such a high-level dead? ?

  The fast and precise spiral flame bomb exuded extremely high heat energy, and directly hit the tall nobleman.

  The seemingly flashy adventure protective clothing played its role at this time.

  It offset the damage of the fireball technique, but it couldn't offset the impact like a shell hitting his chest, and Corian was directly knocked to the ground.

  Is the enemy lying on the ground still an enemy?

   No, that's the target.

  The people watching the battle were dumbfounded, but Corian, the bear-type man lying on the ground, was even more dumbfounded, because soon he ushered in the worst duel in his life, two consecutive fireballs.

  This development is not quite as you expected...

  At this moment, Corian, who had taken four arcane spells in a row, was useless wearing anything.

   As soon as he was mature now, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black smoke that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

   The agreed junior arcanist can only make one fireball a day? !

   Did the Arcanist lie to the world, or the world to him?

   A rookie arcanist summons an intermediate magician dead with infinite fireball. Is it fair? !

  Only the third prince, George, who was born in the royal family and received a very strict education, was able to maintain his demeanor a little bit.

  His blue eyes were shining brightly, but he felt a little regretful at this moment.

  If he knew that Charlie was so powerful, he wouldn't indulge Corian's provocation.

   Now it is definitely much more difficult to throw an olive branch to recruit Charlie.

   However, the audience's relief was premature.

   Would it be a pleasure to use someone else's hand to ravage an enemy?

cannot?

  The lich is still rubbing fireballs.

  Corian, who was rolling all over the ground, was dying.

   It stands to reason that Corey will be hanging on his last breath soon, and any conscientious referee should stop.

  But why did the aristocratic lady with a fan who had already seen a little cold sweat on her forehead not stop?

  Of course it was because they wanted to trick Charlie before, but 'the car overturned too fast', they were caught off guard, and they covered themselves inside.

   That contract Charlie signed had a trap.

   It is stipulated that if one party is seriously injured in the game, both parties must agree to leave the field.

  Here's the fun, Corinne wants to stop crying now, but will Charlie?

  After he figured it out, Charlie began to search around, and finally picked up the short leather whip that Corian had cut off from the knight on the ground.

   "Hehe! You guys are the only ones who know how to play tricks, huh? Today, I saw that the young master smoked you, and your face is full of peach blossoms!"

   Frye: "…"

  His friends, what have they experienced? !

  Korian screamed like a pig butcher, and the nobles present, regardless of gender, turned their heads away, unable to bear to look directly at him.

  Only Eris, with a very weird face.

  Charlie couldn't stop until he took Corin's remaining breath until it was only half a breath.

  He said 'viciously' to the two nobles who came up to carry them with ashen faces, don't provoke me in my place if you don't want to die.

   Thank you for yesterday’s recommendation vote, and begging for today’s recommendation vote,

   Thank you (bow.jpg)

  

  

  (end of this chapter)

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