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To use one word to describe that person's appearance was: crafty.

If he were to describe it more accurately, he should be extremely cunning.

While he was shuttling back and forth through the little town in the Black Wasteland like a hungry wolf, he also felt the shadow of a person behind him. However, he didn't care that much. Indeed, at a time when he was so poor that even beggars didn't necessarily have to look at him, how could he have imagined that someone would try to catch his attention?

Unless he was a butcher.

His mind raced.

In such a turbulent era, the ones with the best businesses would probably be the meat dealers. Every time they sent out more than one scout to search the corners and corners of the country for the target they needed. Every poor man, those who had been beaten down to half a breath, or those young lads, was a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, a pauper, and a pauper. They were all the people they needed.

"Could it be that I've been targeted by a human meat dealer!?" Empty laughed coldly as he quietly paid attention to the person behind him.

This fellow was extremely thin. If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a large robe, he would have been skin and bones already. Let's put it this way. If someone like him were to stroll around the streets in the middle of the night, even if he were to just walk here and there, wouldn't he be caught by the patrolling knights? They were being followed by those boring assassins.

If a woman walked to the side, even if this guy only glanced at her for a moment, that woman would definitely lose her color when she saw her classic appearance. She would either tremble in fear and flee too late, or she would just shout "Help!"

It doesn't matter if you look ugly, but if you pretend to be a ghost in the middle of the night, everyone would have to beat you up!

Fortunately, it was empty.

Slowly, empty air quietly lured this wretched guy to a secluded place. It was as if this fellow didn't know what was going to happen next at all.

It was as if that person felt that he had arrived at a place where he could strike, and so he quickened his pace.

"Hehe, boy, hey!" "I might be hungry for two or three days, but I still don't need a finger to take care of a skinny guy like you." Empty laughed out loud in his heart.

"Hello! "Young man!"

That person had tried his best to be kind to him. But it was obvious that this kind of kindness was just an act. Those narrowed eyes, upon seeing it, made her feel so empty that she couldn't even breathe. This was because when his eyes met with Empty Eyes's, a wave of disgust rushed up his head. At the same time, his left hand quietly held the harpoon at his waist.

"What's wrong, brother? Don't be so nervous!" Do I look like a bad person? " The man chuckled.

This fellow asked even though he already knew the answer! His entire body was reeking of a bad guy, just like the fox inside the mountain. His entire body was smelly of a fox, and he even boasted shamelessly.

"Not a figure, but a certainty. However, "Empty was also thinking fast, but his eyes kept scanning the whole body of the guy," However, these days it's not that easy for bad people to survive. It's not easy for you either. "

The man suddenly showed an urge to cry. However, in the face of a poor person, he obviously felt that he was superior, so he put on an insolent front.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wiglius. It's a mage here. "

A mage?

Empty eyes stared unblinkingly at the man who called himself a mage.

When Wiggins saw how empty and strong he was, he gave up his original idea. But with a quick thought, he narrowed his small eyes and smiled as if he was pretending to be a businessman. "I want to make a deal with you!"

He looked at Wiggins blankly. He had no idea what was going on in his head, but there was no reaction at all.

It was as if the words' a prideful mage 'did not cause this beggar to feel even the slightest bit of reverence. For a moment, he felt a lump in his chest. It seemed that when the young man in front of him heard the words' mage ', it was as though he had just heard the words' fool '.

This made Wiggins angry. It had to be known that possessing the highest and most respected vocation in the Western Continent was extremely hard to come by. Right now, he was the noble magus Wiglius.

Of course, to a mere elementary level mage like him, this form of address was clearly too low. Moreover, he was already so old, and was even a low-level mage. It was already quite embarrassing for him. Moreover, what was even more unbearable was that during the Mage assessment, his potential to become a high-level Mage was completely negated.

However, in this continent's system, as long as one wasn't able to roam the world, being able to obtain the recognition of a mage was already something that would make ordinary people look at them in a different light. Although it was impossible to use the power of various elements to summon wind and rain like the true high-ranked mages. However, in the Black Wasteland, he would find a mercenary group as an assistant and earn some money. It was still a possible path.

Moreover, if he was lucky and met a country bumpkin aristocrat who had never seen the world before, he might even be able to make a small fortune. As a distinguished guest, he could not say for sure.

Of course, these treasures would have to be priceless, or some extremely powerful weapon in order to get the chance. Therefore, the Black Wasteland was where these whimsical people would try their luck.

Indeed, after wandering around for more than a month, his eyes finally lit up. He discovered a beggar that could make him rise to greatness, becoming a noble and wealthy country bumpkin.

All in all, he saw something hanging from his empty neck, a nameplate shining in the sunlight.

Clearly, this item was not suitable for the appearance of emptiness.

By chance, he found some steel nameplates of ancient Empire's totems in an ancient book. In the ensuing war, those generals who had swept the world and swept through thousands of troops had obviously obtained it. However, there were a total of six totem tokens. If these six tokens were to gather together, an unexpected situation would occur in the world. As for what the situation was, no one knew. This was because in the last thousand years, there had never been a time in an era.

It was obvious that this Lord Wiggly had always felt that it was a distant legend. And now, this beggar had unexpectedly discovered a sacred object that was similar to a totem plate. His entire body and mind was filled with excitement, and this discovery had stimulated his ambitions.

At the very least, if he could obtain it, he wouldn't have to worry about surviving for the rest of his life. If it was dedicated to any Empire's Emperor, it was very clear that it wouldn't be at the level of jumping speed. Instead, he used the explosive leap to turn the salted fish upside down in an instant.

On this point, Wigerius was a very unfortunate man. It was already very sad to be immersed in an unimaginable fantasy. What was more lamentable was that the fantasy rested on the methods of stealing, robbing, stealing, and deceiving, especially on the barbarians who had just been laid down on empty hills.

However … Almighty God! Wiggly silently chanted in his heart: Thank you for letting this beggar bring me such a dream-like sacred artifact! I will seize this opportunity.

After an awkward silence which lasted for a long time, and followed by the end of Wiggly's prayer, he finally lost patience and continued to stare at each other. Therefore, he coughed, "Hehe. Cough cough. Don't you think that meeting a noble mage was something that you spent your whole life cultivating? Furthermore, a kind-hearted noble like me is now prepared to help you through this crisis. "

"Don't tell me you really don't know who a mage is?"

"Got it." Kong nodded his head. Although he had never gone down the mountain before, under the influence of the smell of the old turtle's wine, he had been listening to a series of brilliant legends regarding the Dragon Knights, the mages, the strong fighters, and so on. How could he not know what the magi of the continent were?

"But. But don't tell me that you're not surprised at all that a mage that you can only hear about in legends has appeared in front of you? " At this point, even Wiggly himself was stunned by what he had said. If he were to meet a mage who was several times stronger than himself, or a real high-ranked mage, he would probably be lying on his stomach, piously shouting, "Lord!" Help me!

But this, this ragged beggar boy, this country bumpkin, unexpectedly did not change his mind in front of such a noble mage. Indeed, a hoodlum like him, who had wandered for many years, couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But from his appearance, no matter how you looked at him, he didn't seem like a well-hidden expert. He wore a tattered shirt and a grey robe. His hair was messy. It was obvious that he was dressed like a woodcutter in the mountains. That dull and lifeless expression on his face did not seem like that of an expert.

"Surprised?" Blank and confused, he scratched his own hair, bashfully and suspiciously said, "Why don't you look like the noble mage from the legends!"

"I feel that mages, noble mages, should emit some kind of supreme aura from their entire body, just like gods with halos above their heads. However … But you. There's no halo above your head! "

"Damn it, the one with the halo isn't a god, it's a ghost!" You really are. " Wiglius was so angry that he almost cursed out for being a country bumpkin. Smoke even began to rise from his head.

In the end, he did not curse out loud.

Therefore, he tried his best to maintain the air of an elegant person, and even spoke with a faint noble tone, "Then, who do you think I am?!"

"I don't know." To be honest, I don't feel good. " "The old head taught me that the sky doesn't drop meat pancakes, and even if it does, it will smash a hole in it!" "Therefore, if you were to smash a hole in the ground now, I wouldn't find it strange at all."

At this moment, the anger in Wiggins' heart rose up to the back of his head. He was so angry that he couldn't say anything for a long time.

Kong Kong, who was still smiling, nodded at Wiggly. "Respected 'Mage' Lord, you see, I am a person who runs around with my belt tucked around my waist. I don't have any good points, and if there is, I am just human flesh. So if you're a businessman, I think you're a butcher. "I've taken a fancy to it, the muscles on my body."

"You. You mean. I'm a human trader. " Wiggly seemed to have been instantly lit on fire by this name, and howled, "Bullshit! I am, after all, a genuine magus of the first rank who has been certified by the association! No matter what rank it was, it was still a noble person. You. What makes you think that! "

Empty seemed too lazy to bother with him any longer, so he tried to detour past Wiglius. How unlucky! Walking from the mountain pass ahead, he had only finished the last piece of dry biscuit during the day and hadn't even drunk a single sip of water. Now he still had the strength to tangle with this guy's head embroidery.

Right now, the most important thing was to tighten his belt, find a job to fill his stomach as soon as possible, and get something to drink. If it wasn't for the Black Wasteland that he was unfamiliar with, he would have long since kicked open this piece of trash's crotch, causing him to be unable to stand straight anymore.

Wiggly seemed to have started to become hysterical. Seeing that there was nothing left to go, he hurriedly pulled him back. "Hey, I said bro, you really don't believe that I'm a mage! "Why are you so unsophisticated and unkind? Generally speaking, the waiters who come down from the mountains are all very simple and honest people!"

"I say, honorable 'master', you are already an adult, so don't be like a doll and cry for your mother! What came from the mountain was simple, but not stupid! As someone who has seen much of the world, don't make things difficult for me anymore. " Empty pushed the man away, and the anger in his heart simmered. "I've said what I need to say, I've already made clear what is Empty. If you continue to pester me, I'll ignore the rules here and let you automatically disappear. "

"Haha, looks like you want to fight." Wiggins suddenly burst out laughing. To a woodcutter, although he was only level 1, as long as he used magic, he wouldn't scare the fool into crying for his mother.

"Right, if you want me to believe you, then show me your skills and let me see." He swallowed his saliva and said, "Look at your magic."

" You can! Yes. I'm not a showman, though. "However." He looked down on a noble mage like me, and thought that I really deserved a beating. However, in order to avoid hurting his comradeship, in order to get the sacred object on his neck, he threw away his face, lightly pulled the empty space to the side, and stretched out two fingers towards a thick tree in front of him, saying, "Boy, I'll open your eyes today too!" "You better get a better look."

Her cheeks flushed red as she chanted for a long time. Then, she closed her fingers and shouted, "Ksmi!"

Suddenly, a whooshing sound was heard as the air whirl in his hand rose up and rushed towards the tree in front of him. "Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Little Fireball?

Empty wondered. A mage's Fireball Technique?

He looked around, then patted the dust off his clothes.

"You. You see — ha-ha. " As if he had already proved himself to be a noble magician, Wiggly had a triumphant look on his face.

"Oh right, what magic is this?"

"Fireball!"

"Fireball?"

"Yes, it's the Fireball Technique!" This was indeed his most prideful fireball technique. Although it was just a decoration without the slightest hint of lethality, it was already enough to prove that he could use the fire element in the environment. Adding his own willpower, he could ignite the weak fire elements in the air.

However, Empty seemed to be a little disappointed. This was like the difference between a mage from his original imagination and a real one. He shook his head vigorously and said, "How could the Fireball Technique turn out like this?!" This was not how a magic fireball should look. Even the mountaineers who did not know how to use magic could use some method to spit out flames from their mouths. And you can order a room. "

"Even the tricks are better than yours."

The juggler, Wigerius, felt humiliated and almost vomited blood. "You country bumpkin, how dare you compare my magic to that of a juggler! You really are. "He's really the biggest idiot in the world!"

"You must be a magician!" Empty laughed out loud.

"If not. If not. "You country bumpkin, this sacred object in your neck — I will not waste so much effort to make you believe that I am a mage!" His face was as red as a monkey's behind. He had forgotten the purpose of this transaction, and the insult of character had made him forget that it was the nameplate on his empty neck.

Without a doubt, he had revealed his trump card.

"Haha." You liar — I knew you were after something else of mine. But your brain is as simple as your magic, as simple as a pig's. This thing on my neck is nothing but a relic of my dead father, and it's only the work of an old turtle's head. "Anyway, you're just a pig's head, hahaha."

What a joke, it was clearly a — Ah! Am I fooled by myself!

Wiggly's mind was already filled with water from the sewers, and he was in a state of confusion and confusion. I am a noble mage, but this country bumpkin actually treats me like an idiot. "

"You're the pig head. Take it off and take a look. What's the pattern on it?"

"You liar, I won't believe your words. If you still don't disappear in front of me, I will chop off your pig head like chopping firewood!" He could no longer hold back the emptiness in his body. He was so hungry that he almost thought of the skinny swindler in front of him as a pile of meat. He might even lose his mind and punch him unconscious, then drag him out to the wild for a picnic.

"You …" Wiggly had also lost his mind, and was frantically stamping his feet. "How dare you treat a mage like that!" "You …"

"Go on." Suddenly, two murderous eyes shot out from empty air. He put his hand on the harpoon and lightly pulled it out like a swordsman unsheathing his sword.