"Stop right there! You want to leave just like that after offending Miss Rowling? "Bathrilor was filled with righteous indignation as he reached out to stop Lin Li, who was about to leave.
"This gentleman, whom I'm not qualified to know, can you tell me simply what you want …" Lin Li asked weakly. He was almost driven mad by this fellow. He didn't know where he came from or what he wanted to do. He didn't even know what his name was, yet he kept being accused of pestering and offending Rowling. Lin Li couldn't understand at all. Even if he pestered and offended Rowling, what did it have to do with him?
"This is a banquet hosted by the City of Isaac. I don't want to make a big deal out of it, but I advise you to apologize to Miss Rowling immediately!"
"…" The other party's incessant pestering had made Lin Li a little angry, and the expression on his face turned cold. "What will happen if I don't apologize?"
"You'll know when the time comes …" Bathrilor's smile seemed to have that undisguised sense of superiority again. "Maybe you'll be beaten up and driven out of this banquet. Maybe you'll even be kicked out of the Guild of Magic. I don't think your master, Mage Kevin, will fall out with the City of Isaac over a follower …"
Lin Li was dumbfounded by the various terrible outcomes. Could this be the legendary genius? He could speculate so many things with just a few drops of tears from the red-haired beauty, and he could even imagine all kinds of terrible outcomes. How strong of an imagination did he need to be able to do this? It was a pity that this person didn't change his profession to write knight novels …
"Have you thought it through?" Seeing that Lin Li was silent for a long time, Bathrilor's expression was even more smug. He seemed to have seen the other party's humiliation of admitting his mistake, and then being chased to Miss Rowling to apologize …
"I've thought it through. To put it simply, if I don't apologize, it might be very, very tragic …" Lin Li nodded honestly. He had indeed thought it through. "But after thinking it through, I still decided not to apologize."
With that, Lin Li turned and left. He really didn't want to be too close to a psychopath.
"You!" Bathrilor's face froze, and his superior smile suddenly became a little ferocious. Lin Li's words were like a slap on his face. Bathrilor, who had been in a favorable situation all his life, had never been in such a sorry state. After a brief moment of shock, anger instantly engulfed his only reason.
Bathrilor raised his right hand abruptly, and the ruby embedded in the ring flashed faintly.
Just as Lin Li took six or seven steps forward, he suddenly felt the magical elements around him distorting violently. He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but it was too late for him to react. He had no choice but to put up an Elemental Shield.
Immediately after, the ruby flashed and a dazzling fiery light suddenly spread out. It was as if fire dragons were galloping forward, and it was as if a huge flame net had descended from the sky.
"Bathrilor — Stop!" At this time, Isaac was whispering something to a middle-aged man. Who knew that as soon as he looked up, he would see such a horrifying scene. At that moment, Isaac's heart really went cold. That was the treasure of the Guild of Magic. If anything happened to it at his banquet, his cheap uncle Gerian would probably even tear down the Castellan's Mansion …
But Isaac's scream came a little too late.
At the moment when he opened his mouth, dozens of fire dragons had already hit the Elemental Shield.
"Boom!" There was a sudden loud noise in the banquet hall.
A dazzling fiery light splashed, and countless sparks fell on the carpet, burning small black spots on the thick carpet. Under the airwaves caused by the two magical powers, the surrounding tables and chairs were overturned, and more than a dozen white napkins flew under the crystal lights. A few guests who were a little closer were pushed to the ground by the airwaves.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
The eyes of the Castellan of Jarrosus City, including Isaac, were filled with despair as he looked at the sparks. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Bathrilor, wanting to scold him, but found that he couldn't speak at all. He just sighed with a complicated expression and slowly put down his outstretched hand.
In that secluded corner, Rowling, who was crying like a pear blossom in the rain, also witnessed this thrilling scene. Under the reflection of the splashing fiery light, Rowling's pretty face, which was still wet with tears, was full of horror. Her rosy lips opened slightly, but she felt that there was something stuck in her heart. At this moment, she was actually worried about the young mage …
Almost at the same time, Kevin had already dropped the wine glass in his hand and rushed over like a madman.
"What's the matter, Uncle Isaac?" Bathrilor seemed to be quite satisfied with his blow. He leisurely removed a napkin from his head and clapped his hands, revealing a relaxed smile. But when he turned around, he saw Isaac standing there with a livid face. For a moment, Bathrilor couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.
"Smack!" What awaited him was a solid slap. Isaac, who was in a rage, no longer looked as graceful as usual.
"Uncle … Uncle Isaac … Why did you hit me?" The slap made Bathrilor retreat. He covered the left side of his face with his hand, looking a little dazed.
Isaac was so angry that he was trembling all over. "Do you know what you've done?"
"What have I done? Isn't it just a little mage? Uncle Isaac, if you think it's a pity, I'll have my family send you 20 mages tomorrow. " Bathrilor had never been beaten in public in his life. Now that he had been slapped by Isaac, there was more or less some resentment in his tone, although he dared not resist directly.
"Twenty mages? Hahaha … "Isaac was so angry that he laughed out loud." You're so generous. Unfortunately, not to mention 20, even if there were 50, it wouldn't be a hair on his head. Forget it, do what you want. I'm not going to interfere in this matter. Besides, I can't interfere even if I want to. Write to your father yourself and hope it's not too late before Gerian returns … "
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