The conversation between Crassus and Amy attracted the attention of the customers again.
Some of the regular customers had seen Amy attack Sargeras in the morning. Even with the lava demon's resistance, he was almost burned by that small fireball. Now, Crassus was asking Amy to attack as she pleased. Wasn't he being a little too arrogant?
"Look at that purplish-gold magic caster's staff mark on his magician's robe. If I remember correctly, only the robes of the magic casters worshipped by the Roth Empire would have that mark, right?" Right at this moment, a middle-aged man dressed like a merchant stared at Crassus' left shoulder with a shocked expression. There was a purplish-gold magic staff embroidered on that shoulder.
"It really is. Could this old magic caster be a worshipped by the empire?" His companions at the same table were also surprised to hear that. They looked at the mark on Crassus' shoulder. That was the highest honor that a human magic caster could receive. No one dared to impersonate one.
The conversation between the two fell into the ears of the people around them, and they couldn't help but look at Crassus' shoulder. Although most of them had never seen a worshipped magic caster in person, they had heard all kinds of rumors about them.
After the death of General Alex in battle, the empire's military hadn't seen a griffin knight who could slay a dragon on his own for a long time. In the past few years, when evil giant dragons appeared to attack the empire's cities and towns, the worshipped magic casters appeared. They used powerful magic to drive away the evil dragons and protect the peace of the land. They were increasingly respected and loved by the people.
Furthermore, the worshipped magic casters of the empire were at least 8th-tier magic casters. Every one of them was extremely powerful, and had made great contributions to the empire.
If this white-robed magic caster was a worshipped magic caster of the empire, then he was at least an 8th-tier magic caster with a high status.
He was a senior that most magic casters would have to take off their hats to show respect to, but he had been humiliated by Amy time and time again. From what he had just said, it seemed that he wanted to take Amy as his disciple, but the little girl didn't seem to be interested in him.
"When did it become so difficult for a magus of the eighth rank to take in a disciple?" The same question flashed through everyone's minds at the same time. If Amy was too young to understand, then with Meg's ability to set up such a multi-dimensional restaurant, he should be able to recognize the mark of an Imperial Consecrator, right?
However, even after Crassus expressed his interest, Meg was still calm and did not seem to be tempted at all. This unusual behavior surprised everyone, and they began to speculate about Meg's identity and strength. For example, "Maybe Mr. Mak doesn't like that old magician? Could it be that he is even more powerful than this old magician? "
As for Crassus's invitation to Amy, after knowing his identity, everyone felt that there was no more suspense.
One was a magic caster of the Roth Empire, and the other was the little daughter of the restaurant owner who could not even walk properly. The difference in status and strength between the two could be said to be the difference between heaven and earth. Even if Crassus stood there without moving, Amy would not be able to do any harm to him.
A magic caster who can defeat a giant dragon with a fireball is not only an 8th-tier magic caster, but at least a 9th-tier, or even a 10th-tier magic caster, Sargeras thought to himself. The scene outside Rodu that year was etched in his memory.
However, after looking at Amy, Sargeras's expression became a little strange. Even a 10th-tier magic caster would suffer if he underestimated this little girl's fireball magic, just like he did in the morning.
Although that fireball was small, its power was not small at all. Its temperature was even higher than the flames on his body. She had such terrifying talent at such a young age. If he were a magic caster, he would probably want to take her as his disciple.
Hearing Crassus's words, Amy was suddenly interested. She said in disbelief, "White-bearded Grandpa, are you serious? If I use this fireball, you might die. "
"Of course I'm serious, little girl. Just use all your strength. Don't worry about me. If I can't even block one of your fireballs, then I can only bully children." Crassus waved his hand confidently. However, he was still a little touched by the little girl's concern.
Hearing Amy admit that she could use a fireball magic, he was even more delighted. This meant that even if the bloodline of the two races was limited, she could still use magic. She was still a little malleable. However, he would only know how talented she was when he saw her up close.
"I'm just worried that I might accidentally burn the chair and table." Amy looked at the table in front of Crassus worriedly.
"…" Crassus did not know how to express his feelings at that moment. He did not expect that he could not even compare to a table and chair. Depressed, he could only say helplessly, "It's okay. If you burn it, I'll pay you the price."
"Alright, since you've asked so sincerely, then I'll have to throw a fireball at you. This kind of request is really annoying." Amy nodded. She looked at Ugly Duckling as if she were looking at a naughty child. She put Ugly Duckling on the other side of the counter, and reminded Crassus, "If you can't stand it, remember to call me out as soon as possible."
"That won't happen." Crassus shook his head with a relaxed expression. He had the demeanor of a grandmaster.
"Then I'm coming." Amy looked at Crassus and reminded him. She put her little hand in front of her, and a ball of flame suddenly appeared in front of her. It suddenly contracted into a small bluish-purple fireball, and she threw it at Crassus just like that.
"This is pure magic power!" Crassus' eyes were already wide open when he saw the ball of flame appear in Amy's hand. He looked at the shrinking bluish-purple ball of flame. The magic power in it was so pure and clean, and it was not affected by other elements at all. Although it was only a small fireball, it had such amazing power.
Of course, a fireball of this level was just a small flame to him, but he saw endless possibilities in this flame.
At the age of three or four, she had not received any magic instruction, but she had actually figured out the fireball spell on her own. Furthermore, she was able to cast it instantaneously. She even knew how to throw it. Wasn't this the kind of talent that he had been looking for?
Most importantly, his favorite spell was this simple and crude fireball spell. It was hard to say about other spells, but when it came to the fireball spell, he dared to say that his fireball spell was the fastest and the most powerful spell on the entire Norland Continent. No one would dare to say that they were even the second best.
After all, even when he faced a giant dragon, he would directly use the fireball spell to greet it. Furthermore, he could smash those big fellows all over the place. He was the only one on the entire continent who could do that.
While he was in a daze, the fireball had already landed on his long beard. It ignited immediately, and rose up in a whoosh.
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