Create the Age of Magic

As a first-class soldier, he at least knew that he would never be able to write with his fingers on a wooden board.

He knew that fighters above the third level could release their grudges, and with the help of the released grudges, they could easily write on the wooden board.

But this is obviously not something that can only be done by exposing the fighting spirit, because the handwriting on the wooden board is charred black, as if it was burnt by flames!

He had never heard that fighting spirit would have attributes like flames!

This brand is definitely not made by ordinary people, so there is a good chance this place is not a scammer!

Shocked by Horn's newly added sign, the two solemnly walked into the gate of the Magic House.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Marsile sitting on a chair, and Roger's expectations for the House of Magic dropped a lot.

Let such a vicious guy who is not a good person look at the door, are you sure this place is not a black shop?

And he glanced at the layout of the building by the way. Since it is a new building, there is not much decoration. Perhaps the only advantage is that it is clean.

In the eyes of Master Roger, who was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, this almost reveals a poor atmosphere everywhere.

Seeing Roger's expression, Marsile curled his lips in disdain. This kid is not too young, but he is quite airy, and all his thoughts are written on his face.

He had doubts about this at the first sight, and he secretly smiled in his heart waiting to see the shocked expressions of the two when they had seen the methods of Horn and others.

You must know that the first guest of the Magic House is him!

Marsile found Horn immediately after distributing the leaflets last night and said that he wanted to learn magic, and Horn did not refuse him to study because of his status as a robber.

In fact, it was Marsile who avoided the embarrassment that Horn had no one on the first day of opening, and his request made the first day of the Magic House finally open smoothly.

Touching the small wooden stick stuck in his waist, he showed a satisfied smile on his fleshy face.

"Hey, we're here to see what the magic is, where should we go?"

Seeing Marsile sitting still after they came in, with an enigmatic and wretched smile on his face, Roger couldn't help asking Marsile.

"Ahem, turn left and walk to the innermost room."

Marsile coughed twice in embarrassment, he was lost in thought just now and forgot about the existence of these two guys.

Roger's expectations dropped again. With such poor service, can he really do what he described in the leaflet? How unreliable is it?

Pushing through the innermost door, I saw a young man with glasses and one eye closed sitting on the desk.

The moment he saw this person, Roger's low expectations became even less. Can this frail appearance be a fierce man who can write with his fingers on a wooden board?

Now he's walking away without turning around just to see what the hell they're up to and the finger-writing guy.

After all, no matter how bad you can write on a wooden board with your fingers, you will be a fighter above level three.

Horn pointed to the opposite chair and said:

"Please sit down." He didn't invite the first-level soldier bodyguard, because he knew that the master was the haughty young man in front of him.

Yesterday was the first day of opening, but only Masile came.

And it is expected that many people will come today after the leaflets are distributed, so Horn personally sits in the township on the first day.

After the first day, the remaining magicians took turns working in the reception room, and Horn could go out and do other research independently.

As the speaker of the parliament, Horn still has this privilege.

Horn showed a gentle smile to Roger who sat down with a dissatisfied face, and then took out a piece of paper with a special mark from the drawer.

"What is your name, please?"

"Roger Yoham."

Roger proudly said his name. Many people in Boulder City were shocked when they heard his name, and then began to compliment him. I think the man in front of him is the same.

Horn wrote down the name on the paper indifferently, and then continued to ask solemnly:

"age."

"fifteen."

Roger frowned and replied, doesn't this person know their family name? They are in charge of the second largest business group in Boulder City!

Among the information collected by Enoch, only the merchant group with fourth-level fighters was recorded.

Although the second-ranked Yoham business group is almost the same as the first business group in terms of commercial strength, it has not entered the range of forces worthy of vigilance in Enoch's Boulder City.

So Horn really didn't know what was amazing about the so-called Yoham family.

But even knowing that Horn's attitude towards Roger will not change, because that is meaningless to Horn, the only meaningful thing is that Roger is a witch, that's all.

"Gender?" Horn continued to ask without raising his head.

"Did you do it on purpose, you can't tell if I'm a man or a woman?"

Roger's patience with Horn had come to an end, and it was a waste of time for him to come to such an inexplicable place.

"Ahem, don't mind."

Horn pushed his glasses in embarrassment. He suddenly remembered the questioning method of a force called the police that old Douglas told him, so he slipped.

"It was an accident just now, when did you wake up?"

"Huh! Twelve years old." Roger said angrily.

"Now please show your talent." Horn held a pen in his hand and said, looking directly at Roger.

"You call this a talent? When is the ability of a witch considered a talent? To me, it's just an obstacle to my journey as a warrior. It's more appropriate to call it a curse."

Roger stood up, it really was a wrong choice to come here, he actually called that kind of thing a talent.

"That's talent. It's the best gift the world has given us. You think it's a curse because you don't know how to use it."

Horn looked at Roger very seriously and said that he wanted to correct this wrong concept.

But now Roger has completely regarded Horn as a liar, he looked at Horn contemptuously and said:

"You said it was a talent, as if you got some benefit from this damn ability, it's enough, let's go back, I've had enough of this liar."

Roger turned around and called his first-level soldier bodyguard and wanted to go out. Originally, he was here to make trouble, but after seeing the wooden board, he had a glimmer of expectation for this place.

Now that his expectations were shattered, he was in no mood to make trouble.

But his bodyguard didn't follow his words and walked back, but pointed in Horn's direction with his mouth wide open.

"What are you referring to? Go back!"

Roger followed the bodyguard's guidance and looked in Horn's direction, and then his mouth slowly opened.

I saw Horn stretching out his palm towards him, in that palm,

A bright fireball the size of a fist quietly floats above it!

The fist-sized fireball exuded astonishing heat, and Roger felt a little hot in just a short while.

In this cold early winter, this flame gave him a great shock!

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