Chapter 251 Guard Against Thieves

How could Hoffman tell him such a thing? This kind of genius pharmacist may not be born for hundreds of years. The more powerful forces know about it, the more competitors he will have. Even though Hoffman never mentioned it, he had already made plans in his heart. What can you think of to get this young man into the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce?

That potion formula was a test. As a businessman, he knew how to make detours and build trust better than the likes of Jonathan Enroth.

I have to admit that Hoffman is indeed shrewd. After the exchange meeting, there were at least ten forces that wanted to win over Lin Li. But at present, there are only a few that are really promising, including Hoffman's Flash. Gold Chamber of Commerce.

He used the power of Ten Thousand Curses to build friendships, and also used the soul-drying curse to sell a huge favor. As long as nothing unexpected happened, Hoffman believed that the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce he represented would have the greatest opportunity among all the forces. Zhi, this is a twenty-year-old pharmacy master. If you give him ten years, he will become a master of pharmacy. It can be said that it is just around the corner. By that time, who dares to point fingers at the Glitter Gold Chamber of Commerce!

Seeing the opportunity, Hoffman was as guarding against a thief as Herza.

This old man represents the Supreme Council. In terms of status, when Ferre joins the Garros Magic Guild, he is equivalent to joining the Supreme Council. If this old man digs a corner, it will be much easier than him. It only takes one step. After the paper order was issued, many forces, including the two major temples, could only watch helplessly as the genius pharmacist joined the Supreme Council.

"Damn it, I can't tell you even if I kill you..." Hoffman gritted his teeth secretly, but his fat face was full of confusion: "If you ask me, who should I ask? I'm not from the Magic Guild, why? Do you know where he came from? Old guy. Can you stop being so suspicious..."

"Don't come here..." Herza didn't believe it at all. He knew this damn fat man too well. He seems to be loyal and honest, but secretly he is full of bad intentions. If there is even one truth in his ten sentences, this damn fat man's conscience will show up.

"This is a trade secret, you can't tell me even if you ask me!"

This time. Hoffman simply lied. No matter what Herza asked, he always used commercial secrets to explain it away, so that the dignified Supreme Council controller had no way to deal with him. The only thing Herza could do. All he could do was stare at Hoffman fiercely and curse in his mind, Damn it, you didn’t tell me. Can’t I see it myself?

While the two were talking, the battle in Dawn Square also ended.

Aldwin stood up from the VIP seat: "The winner of the first game is from the Garros Magic Guild. Feyre!"

"Hua Hua Hua..."

There was thunderous applause in Dawn Square. Thousands of magicians stood up in unison. With warm applause and cheers. Salute to the winner of this game.

In the magical world. The strong are always worthy of respect.

For the truly strong. Magicians will never be stingy with their applause.

That game just now. It's so beautiful. From start to finish though. The place used by the young man from Garos. Always just some low-level magic. But there are thousands of magicians present. How many more are blind? How could they not see it? What do these low-level magics mean?

Ever since that insidious ice storm, everyone has known that this young man's spell-casting skills are no worse than those of many great magicians. Although the elemental structure of the ice storm is simple, it cannot be changed at will. There is no need for magic. With a deep understanding of the essence, without precise control over magic power, who would dare to take such a risk? If you don't pay attention, the magic power will backfire, let alone if he lifts it with ease, without any lag, he raises his hand to release the ice storm.

Of course, the final result was not ideal...

But this has nothing to do with magic. Battle mages are inherently different, not to mention a battle mage with barbarian blood. They are born with unparalleled brute strength and frightening magic resistance, especially when they add it to themselves. After applying various buff magics, this resistance will reach an astonishing level.

Those battle mages in the legend are monsters that can forcefully absorb magic below level 10 with their own strength. Thinking about it this way, Loken holding on to three ice picks is actually nothing...

What's more, the subsequent magic dispersion and flame storm are the real highlights of the entire game.

If I had to use one word to describe everyone's feelings, I'm afraid it can only be - "amazing".

Flame Storm Level 8 and Magic Dispel Level 5. The difficulty of using these two magics at the same time makes even a great magician daunted. To master this almost abnormal spell-casting technique, it will take several years or even decades. After repeated study, only in this way can it be possible to divide the mental power into two parts, control the two magic powers at the same time, and cast two different magics in a subconscious state. This process seems to be very simple. , but the dangers in it seem to be dancing on the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you will end up being shattered to pieces.

Among the thousands of magicians in the audience, there are many people above the level of great wizards, but at this moment, few of them dare to pat their chests and say that they can play such a superb game like this young magician. Spellcasting skills.

No one will think there is anything wrong with paying tribute to such a person with applause.

"Well done, Feyre!" Seeing his roommate win easily, Ma Sen was even happier than he had won.

"I just happened to seize the opportunity..." Lin Li smiled and asked Ma Sen casually: "How is it? When will your game start?"

"Don't worry about the third game. Don't I know what kind of strength that guy Larry has? It's too easy to beat him. When I get to the second round, let's see if that old guy still dares to curse me..."

"Idiot, it's good to have confidence, but it's not right to not understand the situation.

No one knew when Medellin came over. This old guy was like a ghost, appearing quietly behind Mason. Mason was so frightened that he was speechless on the spot...

"You, you, you... aren't you at the VIP table?"

"Idiot, Feyre won so beautifully. How can I, a trial instructor, not come over and give you a few compliments? It's you, kid. You'd better be careful. I'm not joking with you. That kid Larry came back from Shadow Valley. After that, I made frightening progress, and my current strength is probably as good as yours."

"Really?" Mason was a little stupid. The expression on the old man's face really didn't look like he was joking. Could it be that Larry, that boy, has really made such great progress recently? Damn it, why am I so unlucky? I thought I picked up a softie. But I didn’t expect that this softie actually took aphrodisiac!

"You'll know when the game starts..." After Medellin gloated, he glanced at Dawn Square again: "Yeah, that little bastard from Gryffindor seems to be on the field..."

"Oh?" Lin Li followed Medellin's gaze. I saw Gryffindor walking towards the center of Dawn Square with a smile on his face and a staff in his hand. And his opponent was also an acquaintance of Lin Li. He was one of Sarson's teammates during the Shadow Valley trial. Frederick once wanted to take action against Lin Li.

When he saw that his opponent was Frederick, Lin Li immediately lost interest. This guy was only level 11 or above in strength. He was like an ant in front of Gryffindor. He expected to figure out Gryffindor in this game. The details of Fendo are nothing more than idle dreams/

In fact, this was the common thought of everyone present - including Frederick himself.

When he stood in front of Gryffindor, Frederick was really desperate. He never thought that he would be so unlucky and win the Gryffindor lottery.

The man in front of him is the number one magic genius in France. He broke through to the level of a great mage in his twenties. Although he has improved greatly after returning from Shadow Valley, he is now only at the peak level of the eleventh level. What chance does Gryffindor have of winning? You can crush yourself to death with just one finger...

"G...Gryffindor magician, please show mercy..." Probably only Frederick himself knew that these words were really not polite, he really hoped that Gryffindor would show mercy.

"Magic Frederick is too humble." Gryffindor smiled and didn't say much. He just slowly took two steps back, slightly increasing the distance between the two parties, and at the same time signaled to the referee that he was ready. alright.

"It seems that both trial apprentices are ready, so the competition will begin now!"

Almost at the same time as the referee's voice fell, Frederick began to chant the spell. The voice coming out of his mouth was urgent and fast, and even sounded a little hoarse. The magic fluctuations surrounding him seemed extremely disordered, and even Lin Li, who had no intention of paying attention to this battle, felt that this Frederick was already on the verge of magic backlash. His spell chanting speed was so fast that almost one of every three characters was compressed, UU Read www.uukanshu.net This is something that only a great magician can do. For a magician to do this, it is almost the same as seeking death.

But Frederick had no choice.

In terms of strength, he was far different from Gryffindor. The only thing he could do was to use a regular magic to gain a slim chance for himself while the battle had just begun and the two sides were still on the same starting line. .

It's a pity that Gryffindor didn't even give him this chance.

Frederick was just halfway through chanting the spell when he suddenly felt as if the magic power in his body was blocked...

"Oops, how can magic feedback be so fast?" Frederick's heart tightened, and his fat face suddenly turned pale. He couldn't figure out why Gryffindor's magic feedback was so fast. It didn't happen at all. At the slightest sign of casting a spell, it was as if the magic feedback was released with just a thought.

I ate some short ribs for dinner last night, but I ended up typing until I got cholecystitis again. I went to hang out for water in despair, and didn’t come back until 9 o’clock in the morning. I will update a chapter first, and there will be an update later. I will keep typing until Too sleepy to sleep anymore. (To be continued. If you want to know what happened next, please log on to Chapter 6 for more information.