Chronicles of Ryan the Wizard

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Everyone lowered their voices at once, and only heard a drunk voice outside saying, "Damn, why can't we drink the best Bordeaux? Isn't my gold coin money?"

A weak voice explained: "Sorry, this bucket of superb Bordeaux is reserved by guests and cannot be transferred to ..."

The voice did not fall, only heard the sound of "Ah", the sound of the wine barrel falling on the ground came from outside, and then a very strong aroma of wine passed into the room.

"Damn." Oz stood up suddenly.

Faras looks dignified and makes trouble in Dream Bar, is it for himself?

With a bang, the door of the room was slammed open, and a drunken drunkard stumbled in and mumbled, "I'm going to see who is drinking this bucket of superb Bordeaux."

The drunkard walked into the room and saw Flushing standing there solemnly. His eyes lit up and said, "It turned out to be a pretty chick. Forget it, I don't know anything about you. This chick came to accompany me for one night. , This matter will not be pursued. "

After hearing the drunkard's words, Farath's eyes almost burst into flames. She picked up the magic wand that was set aside, and she must cast magic to teach the drunkard fiercely.

Ryan patted Farath's shoulder lightly, preventing Farath from casting his spell.

Faras looked at Ryan inexplicably. Ryan did not explain anything, but said to Faras: "I remember you said that this is the estate of the Minister of Administration. I don't know how he will deal with people who make trouble in his own industry. Why should we come forward? "

Reid listened to Ryan's words, and his heart moved. He shouted loudly: "Reeves! Someone is making trouble in your bar, do you care?"

Reid shouted several times in a row, and a **** walked in with some burly bodyguards. Seeing this scene in front of him, **** shot with a burly bodyguard, and the burly bodyguards beside her immediately came up. The individual dragged the drunkard and framed him out.

**** An apologetic expression appeared on his face, and he said to Faras: "It turns out to be Sister Faras. I'm so sorry today. I swept away your friend's interest. It's better to be like this. "

Faras said coldly: "This is the dream bar? In the luxurious private room, there will be drunkards rushing in casually? My 200 gold coins are considered white flowers?"

**** Slowly walk into Faras and say, "Sister, don't be so angry. The dream bar is so big. There are so many guests every day. It is inevitable that you will not be well cared for. Today's thing is that we are wrong. Sister, I am here. I'll pay you back. "

Faras waved his hand and said, "No more, I think, this is the last time I have come to dream tonight." After that, Faras took out a purse and dropped it on the ground. Then strode out.

Ryan they followed Farath and went out.

As soon as Faras walked out, the smile on **** 's face disappeared, as if she had never laughed. She said coldly, "I can't do anything well and break one hand."

A gentle female voice replied: "Observe, ma'am."

"Don't be angry, mother." The voice of a magnetic young man rang.

**** Looking at the young man with golden hair who just walked in, he said to him: "Bere, it seems that Farath's cultivation has improved. In the usual way, she has already thrown out the fireball."

The young man known as Bere had blue eyes. He smiled slightly, revealing a smile that fascinated countless girls in the emperor, and said to his mother: "Having gone out for half a year, if there is no growth at all, it is not the emperor. Rose. "

Beret carefully looked at the arrangement on the table, he said to himself: "A barrel of superb Bordeaux is almost finished, it seems that she has found a few drunk teammates, plus the **** thunder Germany, hey, why are two people not drinking? "

Bailey picked up the wine glass Ryan had used and smelled it, saying: "It's a juice. Is there anyone in this world who can resist the temptation of superb Bordeaux?"

**** said: "Who knows, but there are indeed two people in her team who don't look like they came out of a big city, or come from a country?"

"Okay, don't say this. Mother, is there any other news?"

It turned out that this young man was the son of Chad Reeves, the imperial minister of state affairs, and was called the "repair genius" of Beré Reeves. **** is his mother Mary Shelley.

Mary Shelley waved her hand, and the bodyguards behind her receded respectfully.

Mary Shelley said: "The current team that came to the Royal Capital has some threats to you. I have arranged for personnel to carry out a key investigation. In addition to your old opponent Farath's squad, there is a team that comes to the north. Prairie Squad ... "

Bailey interjected and said: "This team is not a problem, I am afraid they have another purpose."

Mary Shelley smiled and said, "It's my smart son, who broke their origin in one sentence. There is also a squad that comes to the Southern Murmur Forest, but they are obviously not for the championship. It is said that they hope Get a piece of land, maybe this can be used. "

Bailey nodded and said, "It's easy to handle if you have desires."

Mary Shelley added: "Several more famous mercenary groups have also sent teams to participate. Their ability may not be as good as yours, but they cannot be underestimated in experience."

Bailey opened the window elegantly, looking at the full moon in the sky outside, and said in a magnetic male voice: "These are just supporting roles. As long as I can beat the Royal Cavaliers, then this year's championship belongs to me. . "

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Mai Ya stared blankly at the full moon in the sky, listening to Carl Hitt's song in her ear, and Catherine-Landy sat quietly as if it were a stone statue.

Mai Ya slowly lowered her head. He was somewhat hostile to this newly-joined teammate, perhaps because he always put on a shelf that no one can believe me?

Mai Ya never understood how his captain, Catherine Randy, could form such an inexplicable team.

Catherine Randy is a magician, and Meyer admires her strength.

Carl Hitt is half a magician. If it wasn't for Karl Hitt to cast a third-level fireball, Mai Ya always thought this guy was a thief, and his eyes were full of indifference.

As a pastor, Mai Ya is quite confident in her strength.

Then the two twin brothers lying there, although very tall, were not fighters but thieves.

Mai Ya thinks that a thief of this size can be considered good at fighting other people.

The most ridiculous thing is the substitute, that is, the thief who went out to find food. God, is he also a thief?

Mai Ya thought viciously: "Perhaps the staff of the Adventurer's Guild took a nap that day? Otherwise, how could this be called Randolph-Valentine pass the thief strength test? He can also arrange a trap to catch a few unlucky ones A velvet rabbit, will he fight? Can he assassinate? Or sneak sneak attack? I'm afraid I can't even beat myself. A thief who can't win even the priest? What a joke. "