Even though he was invited to the mage's banquet, Lin, who didn't want to interact with strangers, still tried to make himself invisible. But even if he tried his best to avoid those outsiders who tried to get close to him with unclear intentions, it was inevitable that some gossip would enter his ears.
A country bumpkin, a poor sorcerer who looked like a beggar, a rude person, and many other derogatory names were deliberately amplified by the speaker. Not only did it arouse the laughter of the people who were talking to him, but it also attracted a group of people around them to join in the conversation. Of course, someone had to hear it, and it was all done on purpose.
But this level of provocation wasn't a problem for a man whose skin was as thick as a copper wall. He still ate his own food, admired the inorganic works of art, and listened to the pleasant music.
However, the comment that he was dressed like a beggar made a certain someone reflect on his own dressing. Was it really that bad?
Looking around, it was almost the same as his usual appearance. Even though he was wearing this set of clothes, he had already used the Blink spell to return. The decay wasn't obvious, but it was still worse than brand new. Was that the reason?
He raised his arm again and sniffed his sleeve. Hmm, there wasn't any strange smell. So the other party was just scolding him for the sake of scolding him?
But his taste, whether it was before or after his transmigration, was judged as a failure by most people. Maybe in this kind of situation, it was indeed not very dignified. And the main reason why he dressed so casually was because he expected the clothes to rot, so from the beginning, he didn't wear any good material on his upper body, so that he wouldn't be distressed later.
But it seemed that such a casual attitude had become one of the reasons why others looked down on him. It was inevitable that people would judge a person based on their first impression. It was fine to dress casually in private, but in this kind of formal situation, it wasn't showing off, but disrespecting others. No one would want to eat at the same table with a person dressed in rags, with fleas and flies all over him.
And taking advantage of this opportunity, there was something that he should face up to, and not continue to pretend that he didn't see it. Because of the effects of the Blink spell, he had been wearing the most ordinary clothes for a long time, and the accessories on his body were only of the consumable type, the kind that wouldn't hurt even if they broke. In gaming terms, his evasion rate was maxed out, but his defense was basically zero.
However, they had encountered an unavoidable situation before, which was the curse of the God of Plague. Fortunately, that big shot had only provided him with divine power, and there was someone else who had cursed him. In the end, not only did he dispel the curse, but he also gained a lot from it. But could he be so lucky every time? What if he couldn't get rid of it the next time? Could he only rely on Fen to resurrect him?
Because he had been wandering around for the past few days, he hadn't been able to settle down to solve this problem. Now that they had settled down, it would be inexcusable to put aside the matter of life and death. Combined with his recent research experience and results, an idea began to grow in his mind.
Just as Lin Fu was lost in his thoughts, a greeting came from behind him. "Sir Tripwood."
This time, he didn't flash away because the person behind him was someone he knew. One of the mages in attendance was Herri of the Imperial Guard of the Gervane Empire. It would be too disrespectful if he only turned the back of his head to an acquaintance, so he still had to entertain them.
Lin turned around and bowed. "Good day, Your Excellency Herri."
Basically, Lin Fu was very polite to the students he met in math class. It couldn't be helped. In terms of age, there weren't many who were younger than him. Even though he was only in his early forties, all of these people had a bunch of white beards.
He didn't dare to use his authority as a lecturer to order them around. Otherwise, if he had to deal with hundreds of mages at the same time, even if he didn't die, he would lose half of his life.
And this imperial guard, who had been taught a lesson by both Lin and Fen, had an indomitable spirit. He, who hadn't been messed with, had a way to talk to people with a thick face.
But before he went up to greet them, someone else said in a gloomy tone, "Strange, there seems to be a stench here."
"A stench?" Lin Fu didn't think too much. His nose twitched and he sniffed around. "There isn't any strange smell. Your Excellency Herri, do you smell anything? "
"No, is there any strange smell?" Although he said that, Herri's expression was very thought-provoking. It was as if he was waiting to watch a good show.
The two of them turned to look in the direction of the voice. It was a young noble surrounded by a group of people. Other than the magician's cape that showed his other identity, he had a strong noble aura. For a moment, it made people wonder if they had run into the wrong person or if they had run into the wrong person.
The young man with makeup on his face used an expensive silk handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose. He looked at Lin Fu with disgust and said, "You, who knows where you came from, are you sure you have the right to stand here? Hurry up and go back to where you belong, those slums full of dead bodies and feces. "
Lin Fu wasn't angry. Instead, he was happy. He said, "Oh, can I go? Can I really go? Then I'll go. "
Herri, who knew that he couldn't watch the show anymore, grabbed the math lecturer. Normally, if he wanted to keep this person after class, he would have to ask first and get the other party's permission. If he waited until the end of the class to stop him, he would never be able to stop him.
In a certain class, this person claimed to be the mage who was the best at running away. No one could refute that … Hundreds of mages tried for more than two months, but every time, they couldn't even get a fart. If he didn't tell them in advance, they could only see each other tomorrow.
Therefore, after Herri grabbed the person, he said, "Although I really want to see how those people will deal with this kid after you leave, I'm right beside you. But considering that I was right next to you, if I didn't stop them, those people would blame me as well, and that would be bad luck. So, do me a favor and stay a little longer. Those people should be looking for you. "
As if they were surprised by Lin Fu's reaction, the group changed their attitude and stood in a circle. The young man in the lead even took a few steps forward. If he moved a little closer, he would be able to draw the thin sword at his waist and hurt Lin Fu.
Looking at such a formation, Lin Fu leaned towards Herri and pointed at the group of people who were eyeing him covetously. He asked, "You know these people. What should I do to make them give up?"
"How about admitting defeat? Agree to all kinds of cannibalistic agreements, including the awareness that you can't protect your bone marrow. Maybe you can leave a little bit of it and leave them alone, "Herri answered seriously.
In his heart, he hoped that this mage would be willing to listen to his arrangements and let the Empire put him in all kinds of positions. In this way, there was hope for him to be promoted. Unfortunately, his career seemed to have come to an end. Therefore, he still stayed in the Holy City. Rather than saying that it was a continuation of the mission, it was more like he had given up on himself.
However, the group of people who were ignored looked at the two mages chatting casually. How could they accept such a scene? The young man in the lead scolded, "You still don't know that you're about to die. If you have time to joke, why don't you think of a way to save your life? "
Faced with such a threat, Lin Fu continued to ask the acquaintances behind him. "Are you sure your people want to go that far?"
Herri smiled and said, "A dog that barks doesn't bite. It's just disgusting. "
Before the arrogant young man could retort, Kabanbai's good friend, Bijan, who was also a great mage, passed through the crowd forming the defensive line. He even pushed a few people aside and opened a gap in their seemingly impregnable defensive line.
As if he had done something insignificant, the great mage bowed respectfully to Lin Fu and said, "Sir Cuipwood, the lords asked me to come over and invite you over for a chat."
How could the young man tolerate being ignored? He waved his hand and more people joined the defensive line. The noble's son said fiercely, "None of you can leave today. It doesn't matter who intercedes! Do it! "
When he gave the order, the whole place was silent. No one moved …
The three people standing in the middle of the encirclement were, of course, fearless. They didn't even look at the arrogant young noble. Instead, they looked at the mage who had walked out on the other side as if they were facing a great enemy. The captain of the First Magician Brigade of the First Legion of the Guevana Empire, Mage Saint Babak Abnahan walked out of the crowd that had automatically parted.
This truly important person walked towards Lin Fu and said, "Gabrach Cuipwood? You really made it difficult for me to find you. I waited for you several times but couldn't find you. After going through so much trouble, I finally got to meet you. "
"My lord." Although he didn't know the other's name, seeing that the two people beside him had lowered their heads, a certain someone didn't make an exception and bowed his head as well.
One had to know that Bijan was powerful and experienced. In the time that Lin had spent with him, other than Kabanbai's sworn brother, he hadn't seen this man bow to anyone. To be able to make him bow his proud head, this person was definitely not simple. But what did the other party mean by waiting for him a few times? He didn't have such an impression.
At this time, the young noble's son shouted angrily, "Abnahan, why aren't you letting your people take him down?"
Most of the magicians surrounding them either looked at them as if they were looking at an idiot or looked at them sympathetically. Occasionally, there were a few who wanted to listen to orders and go forward, but they were faintly blocked by others and unable to move, or were secretly controlled by others.
Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan ignored those strange instructions. Instead, he turned to his good friend Attila and said, "This young man is worse than his brother."
"Who is his brother?" After asking this, Attila looked at the young man's coat of arms and acted as if he had suddenly realized something. "Oh, you mean the one in the military map room? I think they're pretty much the same. They're both terrible. "
How could the young man who was being ridiculed not hear the contempt in these people's words? He said angrily, "Abnahan, don't forget your identity. My elder brother is a staff officer in the military map room, he can at any time … "
"Of course I remember. And I remember very clearly that according to the Empire's military system, even if your elder brother came before me, he wouldn't have the right to order me around. He would have to first get an order signed by the Minister of Military Affairs, and then send the order to the commander of the First Legion. Finally, the commander of the First Legion, Buda, would give the order to me, and only then would I act according to the order. Not to mention that I'm currently on vacation and have private time. Even the Emperor doesn't have the right to bypass these procedures and directly order me around. What right do you have? "
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