"High-level Healing Potion?" The female caster looked surprised. "This small bottle of potion is worth more than 500,000 gold coins on the market. How could you possibly have such a thing on you?"
The financial situation of this guy in front of him was no secret at all. Basically, everyone in the Gudilesi branch of the Magic Association knew about it. Every time he received a salary, it would never stay in his hands for more than a day. After that, this guy would return to the poor life of licking his face and going around on credit even when eating fried noodles. Back and forth, he was in debt for 29 days out of 30 days a month. It was hard to imagine that this guy could secretly save up 500,000 yuan.
"On Arbus' 90th birthday, the Church of Gudilesi sent three bottles of high-level Healing Potion to him through us. I thought that he wouldn't need that many at his age, so I kept one bottle for myself." The man scratched his butt.
"Are you crazy?! How dare you touch the stuff of a ninth-grade Supreme Magus? Wait, haven't we already submitted the list of gifts? Didn't anyone notice that one bottle was missing? "Lilith frowned.
"That's because I poured a third of each of the remaining two bottles into the third empty bottle, and then added a third of water into each of the three small bottles. At least on the surface, there doesn't seem to be much difference." Speaking of his proud work, the man could not help but raise his head and chest proudly.
The female caster sighed. "When will you act like a president?"
"Hey, since you know that I'm not reliable, President Lilith, why don't you pull yourself together! Without you, our Gudilesi branch will disband at any moment, "the man said these shameless words confidently. The man said these shameless words confidently. He bent down to pick up the staff at his feet, then made a face at the little girl on the second floor, scaring her into closing the window in a hurry.
Her sober state did not last long, and drowsiness surged into her head again. There was no cure for the poison of the Sin of Shadow. Lilith knew very well that even the high-level Healing Potion comparable to Great Recovery could only delay the process and not really cure her. The female caster yawned. She originally thought that she was not afraid of death. Not long ago, when Britz stabbed her heart with a knife, she only felt a little regretful.
However, when she saw that man and listened to him rambling on about nonsense, she actually had a desire to live again.
The next moment, Britz appeared outside the alley.
"Bingo, I've found you, President Lilith!" The latter grinned and looked around. There was some surprise on his face. "This doesn't seem like your style. You keep saying that you don't want to drag others into this, but in the end, you still can't help but ask for help from a stranger, and in the end, you even have to drag an innocent life into this. So, the justice you boasted about earlier was all fake?"
The man clamped the staff under his elbow, reached into his pocket, and took out a flint and rolled tobacco. "Do you disciplinary knights all talk so much?"
Upon hearing this, the smile on Britz's face suddenly froze. Due to the dark sky earlier, he did not recognize who the sloppy guy was at first glance. He subconsciously thought that he was just a tramp who happened to be passing by. It was not until the other party spoke and exposed his identity that Britz finally saw the guy's face clearly.
"Da … President D 'Darion?!" The disciplinary knight's expression was as if he had seen a living ghost.
"You seem very surprised. Oh, that's right. In your plan, I should be drinking beer and munching on melon seeds in some underground tavern, enjoying the special performance of the young ladies from the Gualar Peninsula, right?" The man noticed some of the subtle movements of the disciplinary knight, but he did not intend to stop him. He just stood there and watched the disciplinary knight greet his companions.
"Could it be that you had already sensed something before this?"
"No, I was kicked out because I touched the thigh of the waitress. But that's not the point," the man shrugged. "I don't actually have much of a grudge against the Court of Heresy. During this time, you've helped me buy new books and gave me free hospitality vouchers. You've successfully increased my favorability. I even thought that you would do such a thing to my vice president while I was away."
Britz still had a smile on his face, but there was an indescribable bitterness in it. He did not expect this man to appear here tonight. In the entire Gudilesi branch, there was only one person that the Court of Heresy feared. This person was not the powerful vice president Lilith in the eyes of outsiders, but the man named D 'Darion in front of him.
All these years, D 'Darion had done nothing in his position as the president of the Gudilesi branch. All he knew was to stay in his luxurious office all day long, eating nutritious and greasy takeout, holding erotic books that no one knew where he got them from, and living a depraved life like a domestic animal. Many people had forgotten how strong he was in the past.
He began to learn magic at the age of six. He was proficient in all types of magic, and his attainments in fire magic even amazed the Supreme Magi. At the age of 21, he advanced to the sixth grade, only half a step slower than the famous legends in history. And this was under the circumstance that he had three girlfriends. In addition, he was an out-and-out battle maniac. During his time in school, he had set an astonishing record of 372 battles without losing a single one.
Of course, the most legendary story about D 'Darion was that when he was 17 years old, he came to the South by boat alone and spent 10 copper coins to buy a book called "The Ranking of the Top 50 Academies of Magic in the South". Then, he started from the lowest ranked Academy of Magic and went all the way up. When he reached the 23rd ranked Florence Forest Academy of Magic, everyone finally realized what this guy was planning to do. After that, the entire Southern magic circle was in an uproar.
Damn it, this northerner is too arrogant. What he's doing now is a blatant provocation. He doesn't put the 30,000 magicians of the Free city-state in his eyes at all! This bastard actually dared to come to Roland's hometown and behave atrociously. However, until then, most people were still relatively optimistic. They firmly believed that this arrogant little bastard would soon receive his retribution. After all, the Academy of Magic that he defeated before was ranked relatively low. Compared to the real famous schools in front of them, whether it was in terms of foundation or strength, they were not just a little bit inferior.
Until two months later, D 'Darion single-handedly defeated the Silver Tower Academy of Magic, which was ranked tenth. He accepted the challenge and defeated the seven best students of the Silver Tower by himself. After that, he did another thing that angered the public. He actually flirted with the campus belle of the Silver Tower Academy of Magic, causing the latter to cry in front of all the teachers and students of the school. Finally, the southern magic circle was completely in an uproar.
Not long after, someone revealed that long before D 'Darion went to the Silver Tower, one of the top ten Academy of Magic, the Academy of Magic, was already feeling nervous. So, they secretly asked for help from several of the higher ranked Academy of Magic. Those Academies of Magic could not sit back and watch the reputation of the top ten be tarnished, so they secretly sent their own outstanding students to find that guy. No one witnessed the battles that happened after that, but seeing D' Darion still alive and kicking and bullying the Silver Tower Academy of Magic, everyone could guess the results of those battles.
Hey, isn't this guy a little too strong? Is there really no one who can deal with him? Such voices finally began to increase. At this time, no one could be optimistic anymore. Then, everyone realized a frightening fact — the southern Academy of Magic might really be defeated by this guy named D 'Darion alone, and the arrival of that day would definitely be the shame of all the Southern Academies of Magic.
As the hometown of Roland and the origin of magic, the southern magicians had always looked down on the northern magicians. Although the northern magic had developed rapidly in the past few hundred years, the mainstream voice of the magician community had always thought that the orthodox magic was still in the south. But now, it seemed that this little bastard named D 'Darion was using the staff in his hand to tell the old stubborn people in the south that they had lived in their own poor imagination for too long, and it was time to come out and face the cruel reality.
The entire southern magician community was filled with an atmosphere of panic until the previously silent St. Roland Academy of Magic finally opened its doors. The ace of the academy, known as the strongest magician under grade 6, would personally fight against the ace of the Royal College of Magic and Magic, D 'Darion, who was known as the Flaming Eyes, in a week's time.
This battle would determine the owner of the title of the strongest!
"Yo yo yo, which kid doesn't go through a rebellious phase at some point? The title of 'Eye of Blazing Flame' is a dark history for the rest of my life. The title of 'Strongest' or whatever is meaningless when I think about it now. Anyway, in two years, be it me or Olivia, we will all be crushed to death by the waves behind us. If we knew that that pervert would appear, we wouldn't have to fight that battle." D 'Darion exhaled a lonely smoke ring and glanced at the eight Punishment Paladins in front of him.
"Well, let's stop reminiscing about the past. I'm in a hurry. Since everyone is here, let's hurry up and get started."
After saying that, the man flicked the half-smoked cigarette in his hand into the air, then picked up the staff under his armpit.
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