Salin chuckled, "Baron Minghui seems to think that being able to throw fireballs makes one a mage. I understand your ignorance, but I can't accept it."
Baron Minghui clenched his fists. The swordsman behind him whispered something in his ear, and only then did he calm down. But he was unwilling to be humiliated by a child with such an attitude. At Salin's age, he didn't deserve to be called a mage.
"The people of Skocania often say that everything can be bought with gold coins. Mage Salin, I'm willing to hire you to perform your best magic for everyone. "
"No problem, I'll go to Yaoyang City tomorrow and register as a mercenary. Sir Baron can send someone to accompany me." Salin looked like he lacked confidence.
"Why bother, Mage Salin? I'll make the decision. Let's do it now. Name a price and let us all gain some knowledge. Baron Minghui is a man of status, he won't refuse you. "The viscountess immediately settled the problem. Baron Minghui's mouth twitched, feeling a bit pained. But he couldn't refute such a beauty's praise. That would be too embarrassing.
"Two thousand gold coins. It's not easy for Sir Baron to travel." Salin looked indifferent, but his heart was filled with boundless joy.
"I'll pay three thousand gold coins. Duel with my swordsman. If you win, it'll be yours." Baron Minghui finally became angry.
The atmosphere at the table immediately became tense. Salin's pupils contracted. He'd forgotten one thing. Mages were indeed terrifying, but there was one kind of person who was an exception. That was the people from the remote villages who had never seen the world. They might be afraid of a mad dog, but they would never be afraid of a mage.
Because mad dogs could be understood, but mages had never appeared before.
Salin looked at the swordsman behind the baron and slowed down, asking, "Are you going to fight to the death with me?"
Salin's words were emotionless, without any fluctuations. The swordsman's back was already soaked in cold sweat, and he couldn't stop cursing his baron. He was only a senior swordsman and might be able to kill this youth, but a magic apprentice was different from a swordsman. If you killed an apprentice, the apprentice's teacher would be angry and would definitely send more lives.
He had just arrived and did not know what level Salin's teacher was. If he was above level four, even if he killed the baron, the emperor would not be too angry.
He was still young. Was his bright future going to be ruined in the hands of the baron?
Salin had been looking at the Swordsman's eyes the whole time. Seeing the Swordsman's emotional fluctuations, Salin heaved a sigh of relief. This swordsman didn't dare to kill him. Salin's heart calmed down. He looked at Baron Ming Hui and smiled. "Baron, when I said two thousand gold coins, I was referring to the price of hiring me to perform magic. The outcome of the duel needs to be added to the chips. If you can't afford it, then forget it. I don't care about a few thousand gold coins. I'm giving face to Viscount Guge. "
Salin's speech was very appropriate, befitting his current disguise.
Baron Ming Hui gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.
"How about this? The baron probably doesn't have much money on him, so we'll use your ring as a wager. If I win … "
"Alright!" Baron Ming Hui took off the dazzling ring from his finger and placed it on the table. "If you win, this is yours. If you get hurt, it's none of my business."
"Then let's begin." Salin suddenly waved his hand. The Swordsman behind Baron Ming Hui instinctively drew his sword. The two of them were separated by a table, so he didn't dare to jump onto the table and attack Salin. That would be too rude.
Salin didn't think so. With a wave of his hand, the flames in the copper basin in the center of the table suddenly soared, almost reaching the ceiling. But the originally red flames had turned into a ghostly blue, dancing in a demonic manner.
The Swordsman felt pain in his eyes and nostrils at the same time. His eyes could no longer see anything. He immediately used his sword energy to form a layer of sword veil, protecting himself. He still didn't know what spell he had been hit by, but he was terrified.
Salin didn't use magic. He directly threw the Witch's Gaze into the fire. Except for him, everyone in the room was temporarily blinded. Salin silently jumped onto the table. He raised his magic staff and hit Baron Ming Hui's head hard.
Baron Ming Hui didn't have martial arts like Viscount Guge. Since he was blind, he was already screaming in panic. The staff hit him squarely on the head. Baron Ming Hui saw stars. He didn't know what had happened. Salin hit him again, this time on the head.
"Stop, stop, stop, I've lost!" Baron Ming Hui was hit a few times. He finally felt what was hitting him. His throat was sore, and his voice was hoarse. He almost cried. Wasn't that demon a magician? Why did he hit me?
Salin finally stopped. He bent down on the table and picked up Baron Ming Hui's ring. He put it away, then stepped over the gradually extinguishing flames and returned to his seat.
Everyone's eyes gradually recovered. The Swordsman saw the bump on Baron Ming Hui's head and glared at Salin. Viscount Guge didn't know what to say. After all, Salin was his magician in name. If word got out that he had beaten up his guest, Baron Ming Hui would lose all his face.
Salin shrugged and said, "If your lord was killed in battle, you wouldn't be able to save your reputation even if you killed all your enemies, right?"
The Swordsman looked in the direction of Salin's finger, his heart cold. A hole the size of a basin had melted on the table. The location of the hole was right in front of Baron Ming Hui's eyes.
He knew about the Acid Splash spell. He wasn't afraid of it, but if a baron was drenched in it, even if he didn't die, his life would be over. Moreover, the previous spell made him lose his sight for almost 30 seconds. If the opponent released a level-one spell, he might not be able to resist it.
Only then did he feel grateful to Salin. He didn't know that Salin didn't know any level-one spells. Otherwise, he would have thrown a fireball at his head. Only a dead enemy was safe. Any profession would understand this principle.
"I lost." The Swordsman lowered his head and put away his sword.
"Then the Baron won't go back on his words, will he? Two thousand gold coins." Salin stretched out his hand shamelessly.
Baron Ming Hui Cook pulled a long face. He took out two Imperial Bank cheques and handed them to the maid behind him. Salin's expression immediately became kind when he received the cheques. He took out a small bottle and poured the potion in it into the charcoal fire. A fragrant smell immediately filled the room.
"Lord Viscount, I'm really sorry for breaking your table." Salin apologized to Viscount Guge while removing the aftereffects caused by the witch's gaze.
Viscount Guge felt a chill in his heart. He knew that his martial arts skills weren't as good as Baron Ming Hui's swordsman. If Salin wanted to kill him just now, it wouldn't have been difficult at all. Mages were really evil things. Wasn't his plan too risky this time?
He originally thought that Salin was an apprentice, so it wouldn't matter if he used him a little. But now it seemed that even a magic apprentice could cause people to die mysteriously.
"Salin, a table is nothing to be able to see such an exciting spell. Come, let's go somewhere else. " Guge called for everyone to get up. He knew that if they continued to stay in this house, Baron Ming Hui wouldn't be able to endure another minute.
After Salin ate with Viscount Guge, Chris had already returned. Viscount Guge couldn't hold him back, so Salin carried a large leather bag and left the city lord's mansion.
Baron Minghui was full of resentment. He wanted to provoke them, but Viscount Guge only said to him softly, "Even my title can't do anything to a magician."
Baron Ming Hui was instantly discouraged. He might be rich, but his title was three ranks lower than Guge's. Even a first-rank viscount said that. It seemed like he couldn't take revenge on Salin anymore.
Salin passed through the city gate with some pride and leisurely walked back home. Salin didn't need to pay taxes when he entered the city. This was the case in any city on the continent. Mages were people with special privileges.
After beating up Baron Ming Hui, Salin's mood was much better. He felt like he had turned over a new leaf. From now on, he was no longer the old Salin. The surname Metatlin no longer represented decline and poverty. He could even beat up a noble who was in charge of a town. What else could he be dissatisfied with?
Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to become a real mage. If Baron Ming Hui found out that he was an apprentice, it would be fine if he stayed in Ceylon City. However, once he left, he was afraid that he would be the target of revenge.
Now that he had ten thousand gold coins, he had to finish making the Magic Flux Potion as soon as possible. Otherwise, Baron Guge would need his help to eliminate the pirates when winter came.
Salin wasn't enthusiastic about eliminating the pirates. His ancestors had never been fishermen. At first, they were nobles, but later they lost their titles. They were successful in business, but they always ran the southern land route. Salin didn't have any enmity with the pirates, but Baron Guge's words moved him. He could save many sailors and soldiers.
Jason was still engrossed in his magic experiments and didn't care about what Salin was doing. Salin spent six thousand gold coins to buy six sets of materials and started preparing to make the Magic Flux Potion.
He still couldn't use magic flames, so he could only rely on alchemy equipment like crucibles. The process of making the Magic Flux Potion didn't go smoothly. Salin failed four times in a row, and the crucible was still filled with dregs.
Four thousand gold coins were gone just like that. Salin's heart ached, but the more he invested, the harder it was to give up. The day of the Hungry Ghost Festival was approaching, and Salin hoped to participate in the festival as a true magician.
It was another early morning. Jason had an early breakfast and entered the laboratory. The door was closed. Salin set up the crucible in his room and added the Magic Flame Potion. However, he didn't light it. He took out his badge and held it in his hand. He released a Level-0 spell and waited for the badge to drain his mana.
Every time he did this, Salin's spiritual force would grow after he recovered. If it wasn't for his poor elemental affinity, he would have become a real mage long ago. He wouldn't have needed to make the Magic Flux Potion.
The mysterious badge drained all the energy in Salin's body. Salin lay on the floor, quietly waiting for his recovery. The lightning-shaped scar in the middle of the badge flashed a blue color, and various negative effects came one after another. Salin didn't seem to feel anything. He was rehearsing the process of making the Magic Flux Potion in his mind.
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