"You bastards, if you know what's good for you, you'd better keep your distance from me. Otherwise, when our boss arrives, all of you will be in big trouble!" The young man stumbled over as he was pushed by a few bandits. Along the way, he kept struggling and cursing loudly. However, in the midst of his struggles and curses, his eyes kept flickering, giving off a feeling of lack of confidence.
"Ga … Garso, how could it be Garso? That little bastard, didn't I tell him not to come back? Why did he come back …" Old Salatt's expression froze the moment the young man walked onto the square. His aged face instantly turned pale as he stared at the young man. The words that came out of his mouth were already disjointed, and it was difficult for him to form a complete sentence.
"What's wrong, Uncle Salatt?" Lin Li looked at Old Salatt beside him, and then at the young man on the square. He immediately understood everything. "Could it be that he is your son?"
"Yes, it's this little brat …" Seeing that his own son was captured by the bandits, the old man panicked. "What should we do, Felic? What do you think we should do? Why did this brat have to come back at this time? I've already told him not to return to Black Clouds Town before the fifteenth of every month …"
"Uncle Salatt, don't worry, your son will be fine …" Lin Li's words were not purely comforting. The reason was simple — the bandits were too weak. Even the strongest among them was no more than level-10. To a level-16 Archmage, they were no different from ants. If Lin Li wanted to, he could kill them all at any time, and save Old Salatt's son would not be a problem at all.
Hence, Lin Li was not worried at all. After comforting Old Salatt, his gaze landed on the young man named Garso. There were more than a thousand people on the square, and there were both residents and bandits. However, the one that Lin Li was really interested in was the disappointing son that Old Salatt had mentioned. This young man named Garso was rather interesting. He was wearing the tight-fitting leather armor that Adventurers usually wore, and his steps were light as he walked. It did not seem like he had practiced martial arts. Furthermore, when this fella walked onto the square, Lin Li clearly saw a small metal hook sticking out of his pocket. Lin Li remembered that this was the most common tool used by Jarrosus thieves …
It seemed like Old Salatt's son was even more disappointing than he had imagined …
A few bandits brought Garso to the Cathedral Square. One of them took a few quick steps and jogged all the way to the front of the long table. He whispered a few words to the small leader who was counting the money.
"What?" This bandit's words caused the leader to fly into a rage. He stopped counting the money and scolding the bandits, and stood up from behind the long table. With a fierce look on his face, he walked towards Garso step by step.
Then, there was a crisp "pa" sound.
"F * ck, how dare you!" The leader slapped Gaso so hard that half of his face swelled up on the spot.
Then, he kicked Garso so hard that he staggered. If it weren't for the two bandits behind him holding him steady, this kick would have knocked him to the ground on the spot. After the kick, the leader didn't stop there. He gave Garso a vicious beating. "Damn it, you have a boss too, right? Alright, I'd like to see whether your backing is harder or my fists are harder. What are you guys still standing there for? Beat them up, f * cking beat them to death!"
Amidst the clamor of the sub-leader, the other bandits also swarmed forward. For a moment, the muffled sounds of fists landing on flesh could be heard.
When the slap landed on Garso, Old Salatt had already clenched his fists tightly. At this moment, a dozen bandits swarmed up and started beating up his son, and Old Salatt could no longer hold it in.
"Marko, you bunch of bandits, let go of my son!" Old Salatt did not know where he got the strength from, but he raised his hand and pushed the crowd in front of him aside. Then, he dashed forward under the shocked gazes of the crowd.
Without waiting for the crowd to react, Old Salatt was like a mother protecting her chick, firmly shielding Garso behind him as he allowed the raindrop-like fists to land on his body.
However, Old Salatt was an old man in his fifties after all. Even though he had been forging iron all year round, he was no longer as strong as he was when he was young. How could Old Salatt withstand the combined attacks of a dozen bandits? In just a moment, Old Salatt was already vomiting blood, and was about to fall to the ground.
"Damn it, you old fart, do you want to die? Alright, I'll give you this chance! "
This time, Lin Li could not stay still.
Lin Li shook his head, and took out the Aether Staff from the Ring of Endless Storm. Then, he released a Blood-vine Spell.
In an instant, a bright red color spread across the Church Square. The scene of thousands of Blood Vines growing crazily was like countless red poisonous snakes tightly entangling each other. It was also like fresh red blood flowers blooming. At this moment, the more than a thousand people in the Church Square were all stunned. Everyone's gazes were staring blankly at the center of the Church Square, staring at the suffocating red color.
"What the hell, what is this …" The group of bandits did not even have the time to scream before they were swallowed by the red.
The first to bear the brunt of the attack was the bandit leader named Marko. Hundreds of blood-colored vines coiled around his body tightly, and coiled around him tightly. This was a real level-15 spell, and even an Archmage might not be able to resist it, much less a low-level warrior like Marko. He could neither struggle nor resist, and could only watch as the hundreds of blood-colored vines coiled around him tighter and tighter …
After doing all this, Lin Li patted the dust off his robe, and slowly walked out from the crowd.
"Honestly, Mr Marko, I don't think you will have the chance to have dinner …"
"W-w-who … Who are you?" Poor Marco was tightly entangled by the blood-vines. He could even feel the countless thorns on the vines slowly squeezing into his body. The pain was not intense, but it made him feel despair. It was like a blunt knife was slowly cutting into his body …
"Me?" Lin Li chanted a spell to control the speed of the blood-vines' growth so that they would not hurt the innocent people. Then, he answered with a smile, "Just someone who doesn't want to pay taxes …"
Just as the two of them were exchanging questions, whispers could be heard from the crowd in the Cathedral Square. At first, there were only two or three people, but soon, the voices of these two or three people spread like a plague to the entire Cathedral Square.
Everyone was asking each other if they knew where this young man came from. Then, naturally, there were people who knew Lin Li, and they proudly told them that this young man had just moved to Black Clouds Town a month ago, and had even bought something in their shop a few days ago …
However, regardless of whether they knew him or not, among the crowd of more than 1,000 people, no one would have thought that this seemingly gentle young man was actually a powerful mage!
This news was earth-shattering to the residents of Black Clouds Town. In their eyes, mages were the most mysterious profession in the world. They controlled lightning, wind, fire, and frost, and used extraordinary powers to create one miracle after another in the human world.
A month ago, when this young man had just moved to Black Clouds Town, the residents had only thought that he was a very likable young man who was gentle and humble, and would always smile at everyone. At that time, they had never thought that this likable young man would have such great strength hidden behind his gentleness and humility.
"Is Felic really a mage?"
"Of course!" The person who said this was Lin Li's landlord, a plump lady in her forties who owned a bakery. At this moment, the plump lady was proudly showing off to her neighbors, showing off how she could tell that this young man was extraordinary, and how she had given him so much care in daily life …
In any case, if not for the fact that Lin Li had only stayed in Black Clouds Town for a short period of time, she would have even bragged that she was the one who taught Lin Li magic!
All of a sudden, the Cathedral Square became bustling with noise and excitement. Everyone was relieved. At this point, no one cared about the bandits anymore. In their opinion, since there was a mage in Black Clouds Town, the only thing that awaited these insignificant bandits was death.
"I-I-I … I'm warning you, kid, we are from the Syer Bandits. If you dare to mess around, our boss will definitely not let you off …" Marko was no longer as imposing as he was before the Blood-vines Spell. Now, he was like a drowning man desperately trying to grasp at the last straw.
Unfortunately, this straw was of no use to Lin Li, because he did not know where the Syer Bandits came from, and who the "boss" that Marko mentioned was.
"To be honest, Mr Marko, you really talk too much …"
Then, the gem on the tip of the Dome Staff lit up …
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