Rob raised his eyebrows. Before he could say anything, the young man continued, "Even if you deny it, it's meaningless. Someone has already told me everything about you."
The unlucky guy behind him had his face downcast, looking ashamed and afraid to raise his head.
Rob finally found a chance to interrupt. He put down the wooden sprinkler in his hand and said calmly, "May I know who you are?"
"Painter, the new human guardian, friend of the elves and dwarves, honorary duke of the Lionheart Empire, guardian of the Divine Grimoire, and the youngest ninth-grade magician in the history of magic." The young man looked proud when he mentioned his titles. "Even in this remote place, I'm sure you've heard of my name."
"I'm sorry. My wife and I have been living in seclusion here for a long time. We don't know what's going on outside." Rob paused. "But why would a big shot like Your Honor appear in Niax?"
Painter thought that Zhang Heng was deliberately playing dumb and sneered in his heart. He felt that he could guess Zhang Heng's thoughts. The former Guardian of the Human Race had lost everything and was reduced to this desolate place. He had to rely on farming for a living, and even his own woman had to go to the lake to fish. How could Zhang Heng not have any complaints after seeing that Painter had taken away his identity and status? However, Painter did not have the courage to make a move, so he could only say a few sour words to vent his dissatisfaction.
The disdain in Painter's eyes became more obvious. "For the sake of Master Steins, I'll call you Senior Brother. I'm here to take back something that doesn't belong to you."
"I don't remember owing the Magic Association anything."
Rob took out the ancient book of Von Buurman from New Tyllt's treasure vault and returned it to the Magic Association after leaving the underground city. Apart from that, he also wrote two letters to Da Vinci and Steins, describing in detail what he saw in Matata's illusory world. After doing these two things, he felt that he owed Da Vinci and the Magic Association nothing.
"Lord of Eternal Night." Painter did not beat around the bush and directly said, "This Legendary staff is the best collection of the Association of Mages. It should belong to the new guardian of the human race, but you took it away without permission. I'm here today to take it back."
Finding fault also required skill, especially for someone of Painter's status. He could not possibly say that he was angry because he had always been treated as a substitute for Painter, so he specially came to teach Painter a lesson. Seeing Painter kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, he would probably be treated as a fool if word got out.
Therefore, Painter chose a relatively roundabout method. He used retrieving the Lord of Evernight as an excuse to make things difficult for Rob. If Rob refused, he would have a reason to make a move.
However, what he didn't expect was that the other party only responded with an "oh", then turned around and walked back into the small wooden house.
What did that mean? Painter, who was left hanging outside, felt a little baffled. Was it a silent rejection? Or was he already prepared to make a move and went back to write a will?
Painter was hesitating about whether he should make a move in this situation, but in less than half a minute, he saw someone walk out of the small wooden house again, holding a long wooden box in his arms.
Rob threw the wooden box to Painter, who was a little wary and even used magic to construct an elemental hand. After receiving the wooden box and opening it, Painter's expression became indescribably strange when he saw the Legendary staff lying quietly inside.
The staff was a mage's second life. Under normal circumstances, a mage would never hand over their own staff no matter what, because it meant that their life and death were in the hands of others, and they would completely lose the initiative.
In that instant, Painter even felt a little embarrassed for the first time. The other party had already given in to him to this extent, and he was still being overbearing. Wasn't that a little too much? But now, he was still far from his original goal of completely destroying the other party mentally, so it was impossible for him to let go just like that.
While Painter was in a dilemma, he heard Rob say, "Why? Is there anything else?"
The future Supreme Magus Your Honor had already picked up the sprinkler, but seeing that Painter was still standing there, he asked again.
At this point, it was impossible for Painter to give up halfway. Hence, he nodded and pretended to be serious. "The Magic Association would like to invite Miss Hartfilia to Budapella for investigation."
As soon as he said this, Luo Bu's movements stopped. He frowned and said, "Investigate? Whose order is this? "
Painter knew that he had found the right direction this time. It seemed that the rumors were true. Rob was indeed very concerned about that girl. He was just worried that he could not find a way to force the other party to make a move. Seeing this, he was not surprised but delighted. However, he still forced himself to keep a straight face and said word by word, "This is not something you should be concerned about. Hand over the person, and I will leave immediately. Otherwise, none of you will be able to escape when the special investigations team comes in two days."
At this point, Painter was already frantically hinting that if Rob planned to make a move, now would be the best time to do so.
However, when the latter heard this, his expression somehow calmed down. "Aren't you the new guardian of the human race? Didn't Da Vinci tell you anything?"
This time, it was Painter's turn to be stunned. "Tell me what?"
"Da Vinci and Steins already knew that I lived here last year."
"How is that possible?" Painter blurted out.
Rob said calmly, "You seem to have misunderstood something. No one has come here to disturb us, not because we have hidden well enough, but because no one dares to come here to disturb us."
Painter was stunned. Then, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he laughed so hard that he almost cried. "What's this? Don't you think it's a little too late to bluff? You don't even have a staff in your hand now, and you still dare to make up such a lie? What do you plan to use to deal with me? That sprinkler in your hand? "
"Since that's the case, I'll fulfill your wish." After Rob said this, he waved the wooden sprinkler used to water the flowers. The next moment, Painter's smile froze at the corner of his mouth. This was because he was horrified to discover that his body seemed to have been chiseled open. The magical powers in his body were leaking out at an unbelievable speed, surging into the toy-like sprinkler in someone's hand.
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