A level-13 Magic Shooter at the age of 20 … Was there anyone more terrifying than him in this world?
Orrin could not help but laugh bitterly at the thought of the battle just now.
Compared to this freakish roommate, what was he?
Then, Orrin thought of the potion he had drunk …
If he remembered correctly, it should be called the Recovery Potion.
Back in the Guild of Rotterdam, the President — his mentor — had bought a few bottles at a high price. Orrin could still remember how his face turned pale when he heard the price. The price of those few bottles of Recovery Potion was enough to equip a decent Magic Shooter!
Orrin could still remember that when he handed over the bottle of Recovery Potion, he did not even frown. It was as if what he handed over was not tens of thousands of gold coins, but an inconspicuous stone.
It was only today that Orrin knew what a freak this self-proclaimed level-seven roommate was.
He was not even 20 years old, but he already had the strength of a level-13 Magic Shooter. Moreover, the Recovery Potion that he casually took out was worth tens of thousands of gold coins. Perhaps only an idiot like Mason would treat him as an ordinary level-seven mage …
"In short, our roommate is a real monster!" Orrin concluded with this sentence.
While the two were talking, Lin Li pushed open the door and walked in. He did not say much, but only handed a blue glass bottle to Orrin, and reminded him to consume it before going to bed.
The sky gradually darkened. The three of them had been tossing and turning for a day, and were long exhausted. Once they lay on the bed, they slept until dawn.
…
The next day, Lin Li was woken up by a knock on the door.
When he opened the door while rubbing his sleepy eyes, he did not see Mason, but someone he had never thought of.
"Mr … Mr Macklin!" Seeing the shaking goatee, Lin Li's sleepiness immediately disappeared without a trace. It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that he had overslept, which was rare!
After the trial yesterday, Macklin had announced to them that they would meet at the guild hall at 8 o 'clock in the morning. Looking at the time now, not to mention morning … it was probably too late for lunch …
"Put on your clothes and follow me." Macklin's tone was very calm, but a few words were clearly written on his old face — I am very angry!
Macklin was infuriated just thinking about it. He had wanted to act like a mentor today and let the three little fellows wait for two hours. He had even thought of his lines. When the three of them became impatient, he would stand up righteously and teach them a lesson. "If you don't even have this little patience, how are you going to endure boring magic learning in the future? Young people … are still too rash. "
Thus, the old man spent most of the morning reading in the library. When it was almost time for lunch, he dawdled into the guild hall.
Who knew that when he went over to take a look, there was not even a shadow of a ghost inside! He was so angry that his lungs almost exploded …
Angered, Macklin ran all the way over, only to find that the three little fellows were all sleeping soundly in the room.
According to his usual temper, he would have already blasted a spell over.
I don't care which guild you're from, I'll teach you a lesson first.
Unfortunately …
Among the people snoring in the room today, there happened to be a fellow who could not be taught a lesson.
That was the hope of the Alanna Guild of Magic. Whether he could forge a magical weapon, whether he could win the bet with the Adventurers Guild, whether he could get the key to open the ruins — all of this depended on the mood of this old man …
How could Macklin dare to offend such an old man?
Now, even when speaking to him, Macklin had to weigh his tone repeatedly, for fear that he would make the old man unhappy. If that happened, where would the Guild of Magic find another blacksmith who was above the intermediate level?
Teach him a lesson? Only he would do that when he had nothing better to do …
"Oh …" Seeing that the old man's expression was not good, Lin Li did not dare to delay. He quickly put on the Robe of Wrath and took the Winter Staff in his hand.
When he opened the door again, Macklin had already knocked on the doors of his other two roommates.
This time, the way the old man knocked on the door was not as polite as when he was with Lin Li.
He raised his hand, and two Arcane Missiles with dazzling magical radiance instantly blasted open the door of the two men's room.
"Boom …"
The loud rumble echoed in the room for a long time.
"…" This strange way of knocking reminded Lin Li of Gerian who was far away in Jarrosus City.
The two consecutive loud sounds were like two claps of thunder. In the blink of an eye, Orrin and Mason were shocked.
"What's the matter, what's the matter? Is Matthias looking for trouble again?" Mason didn't even have the time to put on his wizard robe before he rushed out of the room. Then … he saw Macklin with a black face.
The old man was so angry that his goatee trembled. He stared at Mason fiercely as if he wanted to eat him up. "You still dare to ask me what's the matter?"
"Uh …" Mason's expression froze.
"I'll deal with you later …" Seeing that the blacksmith was still around, Macklin could not lose his temper. He only stared at Mason fiercely.
"…" That last threat scared Mason so much that his legs turned to jelly. It's over, it's over … This old man is a pervert. What if he gets another Fantama Panthera to deal with me? Then I'll really lose half my life …
After threatening Mason, Orrin came out of the room.
But compared to the other two who were in a hurry, Orrin was much calmer. He had already put on a black mage robe. When he saw Macklin, he was only slightly stunned. Then, he admitted his mistake. "I'm sorry, Mr Macklin. I'm late."
The old man's face was still very ugly. After staring at Orrin for a long time, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth. "You guys follow me!"
Macklin was indeed a man of his words. Indeed, he fulfilled his promise very quickly after saying that he would deal with Mason.
After the four of them left the Guild of Magic, they went straight to the Nightmare Mountains like yesterday.
The Nightmare Mountains today seemed to be more crowded than yesterday. On the way up, the four of them actually met two trial teams from the Alanna Guild of Magic. It seemed that the Nightmare Mountains was indeed a suitable place to train young people. The trial mentors had chosen this place unanimously.
The road ahead was unusually rugged. Apart from Macklin, who had reached the realm of an Archmage and could use the Levitation Spell to fly, the other three had difficulty walking. The effect of the Hastening Spell was negligible. On this rugged road, no one dared to walk too fast. The only thing the three of them could do was to cast the Feather Fall Spell on themselves. In case they accidentally fell, they could buy some time for Macklin to rescue them …
Along the way, there were frequent appearances of magical beasts. Although their levels were very low — most of them were only Three-eyed Blood Wolves — on this rugged road, even the lowest level of magical beasts was enough to bring great trouble to the three of them. They stopped and stopped along the way, and it took them more than two hours to finally get through the snake-like rugged road.
"Being an Archmage is really cool …" Mason secretly glanced at Macklin. The old man was flying towards the top of the mountain with the support of the Levitation Spell, looking as if he was having a leisurely stroll. Seeing this scene, Mason swallowed his saliva in envy …
"Idiot!" Macklin's eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. Once he saw Mason's envious look, he had already guessed what he was thinking. The old man floated above Mason's head and looked at him with contempt. "If you have time to be envious of me, why don't you think about how to improve your magic level? The Levitation Spell of an Archmage is nothing. When you reach the Legendary-realm, the Power of Flight will allow you to fly faster than a Gryphon!"
"Really?"
"Scram, I don't communicate with idiots." Macklin glared at him fiercely, and then announced with a solemn face, "Honestly, other than this idiot, you two little fellas have good abilities. Furthermore … that kitten yesterday was too tame, and did not pose any threat to you at all. So, after some consideration, I decided to increase the difficulty of the mission a little …"
"Do you see that forest?" As he spoke, Macklin stretched out his hand and pointed to a dense forest in front.
"I see it."
"Very good." The old man nodded, and took out a map from his pocket. "I hid something interesting in that forest somewhere, and your mission is to find that thing according to this map and hand it to me."
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