The customers, who were expecting Crassus to casually take on Amy's fireball, watched as Crassus ran to the door with his beard on fire. The atmosphere became a little awkward as a faint burnt smell wafted in the air.
"Sigh, Grandpa Whitebeard's opponents must be children." Amy withdrew her hand, and said with resignation. She felt a little lonely as she waved at Ugly Duckling, intending to continue petting it.
Ugly Duckling ran to the other end of the counter and confirmed that there was no more fireball in Amy's hand. Then, it trotted over and nestled in Amy's arms in a comfortable position.
The customers, who were still feeling awkward, couldn't help but laugh when they saw this scene. They wondered if the worshipped magic caster whose beard was burned would get angry later. If he got angry, Meg's restaurant might not be able to withstand it.
"I really can't underestimate him. Even a 10th-tier magic caster can easily fall into his trap if he's caught off guard." Sargeras nodded with satisfaction. Indeed, no matter what kind of trap he was in, he felt much better after seeing someone step into it with him, especially when that person was much more powerful than him.
Meg turned to look at the door, and frowned slightly. Crassus was the one who asked to take action. His goal since yesterday was to find out how talented Amy was, so he didn't have to worry about him getting angry.
What he was worried about was that Ai Mi's aptitude had caught his eye, and that Ai Mi would come to his restaurant every day to harass him. Even though the situation was already like this, there was no way that he was going to back down on Ai Mi's decision to go to Rodu.
Crassus opened the door and rushed out. He pointed at his beard, and a ball of water exploded on it. The bluish-purple flames that were spreading up his beard were instantly extinguished.
Water splashed all over the floor, and some of the beard was burned to black ashes. Some splashed on his white magician robe, making him look very disheveled.
However, Crassus, who should have been frustrated and angry, was now ecstatic. He couldn't help but look up at the sky and laugh. He looked a little crazy, which made the customers in the restaurant stop smiling and look at the door anxiously.
This old magician's beard was burned. Could it be that he went crazy? If a magician above the eighth level got angry, he could raze the entire restaurant to the ground with a single spell. Looking at his current state, it seemed that he was not in a stable state.
"Grandpa Whitebeard must be crazy. If I had known, I wouldn't have burned his beard. I don't even know if it can grow back." Amy looked in the direction of the door, feeling a little conflicted. If he didn't grow back, she would have to give him a new nickname.
Crassu's weird laughter didn't last long, because he soon realized that he had lost his composure. He stopped laughing and adjusted his expression. He wanted to touch his beard, but there was nothing in his hand.
He looked down and saw that his white beard, which was originally more than 20 centimeters long, was now less than half of it. The bottom part was charred black, and it looked a little miserable.
He had kept this beard for decades and carefully maintained it every day. He had strict requirements for its length. Usually, he would be distressed if a strand of hair fell off, but now it had become like this.
If it was someone else who did it, even if it was a giant dragon, he would have smashed three big holes in his head with his magician's staff.
But now, the one who did it was Amy. Moreover, he was the one who sincerely asked her to throw a fireball and promised that nothing would happen to him.
Now, he had dug a hole for himself and jumped into it. He felt a little wronged, but there was no one to reason with.
Forget it. Why should I compete with my precious disciple? With such talent, even if she only knows one fireball spell, she will be able to unleash my Great Fireball Spell to the extreme. I won't look for anyone else. She's the one. However, Crassus quickly adjusted his mood.
Thinking back to that pure fireball spell just now, his heart could not help but beat faster. He had walked all the way south from Rodu for more than half a year. He had seen many prodigies, but he always felt that they were a little different from what he expected. The moment Amy released that fireball spell, he knew that he had finally found the most suitable disciple for him.
With a smile on his face again, Crassus waved his hand and threw two cleansing spells on himself. His magician's robe was soon refreshed, but there was no way to restore his stubble for the time being. He pushed open the door and entered the restaurant again.
This old guy values his beard more than his life. Now that his beard is gone, he is still smiling. Looks like that little girl's talent is better than I thought. I have to act in advance, too. Otherwise, it would be bad if that old thing beat me to it. Snatching a disciple is better than finding one himself. That old thing's eye for talent has never been bad. At the entrance of the magic potion shop, Julian looked at Crassus who had turned to enter the restaurant, and softly murmured to himself before turning to enter the shop.
The customers who were originally worried that Crassus would attack them in a rage, or at least come in to denounce them angrily, were all stunned when they saw Crassus enter the shop with a smile on his face. What is going on now?
Amy looked at Crassus who had sat down at the table again, and seriously said before he could say anything, "Say no more, Half-beard Grandpa. I think I can teach you how to defeat children. If you really want to learn, I can give you a cheaper tuition fee."
"Pfft …" Sitting at the door, Sargeras took out the water he had brought with him and spat it out. This time, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
A 10th-tier great magic caster was being scolded by a four-year-old girl, and she wanted to teach him how to defeat children. This was a great magic caster who had defeated a giant dragon with a fireball spell. In the 50 years he had traveled on the Norland Continent, this was the first time he had seen something so funny.
The restaurant suddenly fell silent. Everyone was staring at Sargeras. The two customers sitting next to Sargeras slowly moved away from him as if they wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
Although they were amused by Amy's old-fashioned words, they were sober enough to not laugh at a magic caster who was worshipped by the empire. Otherwise, they could be punished by a fireball spell in the next second.
In the Roth Empire, there was a written rule that magic casters could punish anyone who insulted a magic caster. If the situation was reasonable after an investigation, the magic caster would not be held responsible.
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