The conversation between Crassus and Amy once again attracted the attention of the guests.
Some old customers had seen Amy take action against Sargeras in the morning. Even with the resistance of the lava demon, he was almost burned by the small fireball. Now Crassus actually asked Amy to take action and scream. Wouldn't it be a bit exaggerated to assume that he loses?
"Look at the purple-gold mage staff mark on his mage robe. If I remember correctly, it seems that only the mage robes dedicated to magicians in the Los Empire have this mark, right?" At this moment, someone stood aside. A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman stared at Crassus' left shoulder and said with some surprise, there was a purple gold staff the size of a little finger embroidered there.
"Really, is this old magician a tribute to the empire?" The companions at the same table were also a little surprised when they heard this. They looked at the mark on Crassus's shoulder. This is the highest honor recognized by a human magician. No one else has Dare to pretend casually.
The conversation between the two fell into the ears of the people nearby, and they couldn't help but look at Crassus' shoulders. Although most people had never seen the enshrined mage, they still heard a lot of rumors.
After the death of General Alex in battle, the imperial military has not had a gryphon knight capable of slaying a dragon with one person for a long time. In the past few years, when evil dragons have attacked imperial towns, most of the ones who have appeared are those who worshiped them. The figures of magicians use their powerful magic to drive away evil dragons and protect the peace of a place, gaining more and more respect and love from the people.
Moreover, the empire enshrines magicians, at least level eight magicians and above. Each one has extraordinary strength and has made great achievements for the empire.
If this white-robed magician is a magician worshiped by the empire, then he is at least an eighth-level magician with a high status.
This is a senior who would make most magicians take off their hats, but he has been frustrated by Amy again and again. Listening to what he just said, this attitude is probably because he wants to accept Amy as his disciple, but this little girl It just seems so disdainful.
"When did it become so difficult for an eighth-level magician to recruit an apprentice?" A question flashed through everyone's minds at the same time. If Amy is too young to understand, then Mag can arrange such a multi-faceted restaurant. He is definitely not so knowledgeable that he can't even recognize the mark of the mage enshrined by the empire.
But after Crassus showed this intention, Mag still looked calm and showed no feeling of being tempted. Not only did this abnormal performance surprise everyone, they also had some other guesses about Mag's identity and strength. , for example: "Maybe Boss Mai doesn't like that old magician? Is he a more powerful magician than this old magician?"
As for Crassus's invitation to Amy, after knowing his identity, everyone felt that there was no suspense.
One is a magician worshiped by the Los Empire, and the other is the little daughter of the restaurant owner who can wobble when walking. The gap in identity and strength between the two can be said to be worlds apart. Even if Crassus stood there motionless, Amy would not be able to It can cause him no harm at all.
"A magician who can defeat a giant dragon with a fireball is not only an eighth-level magician, but at least a ninth-level magician, or even a tenth-level magician." Sargeras thought in his heart, and the scene outside Lodu made him sad. He has a long memory.
But after looking at Amy, Sargeras's expression became a little weird again. Even if he is a tenth-level magician, if he underestimates this little girl's fireball technique, he will probably suffer a lot just like he did this morning. .
Although the fireball was small, its power was not small at all, and its temperature was higher than the flames on his body. At this age, with such a terrifying talent, if he were a magician, he would probably want to take her as his apprentice.
After listening to Crassus' words, Amy suddenly became interested and a little disbelieving: "Grandpa Whitebeard, are you serious? If my fireball comes over, you may die."
"Of course I'm serious, little girl, try your best, don't worry about me, if I can't even block one of your fireballs, then I can only bully the children." Crassus said with confidence He waved his hand, but still felt a little warm in his heart for the little girl's worry.
He was even more happy to hear that Amy admitted that she knew the fireball technique. This showed that even if the blood of the two races was limited, she could still use magic, and she still had a certain degree of plasticity. However, her specific talent needed to be seen up close. You only know once.
"I'm just worried about accidentally burning the chairs and table." Amy glanced at the table in front of Crassus with a little worry.
"..." Crassus didn't know how to express his feelings for a while. He didn't expect that he couldn't even compare to a table and chair. When he was depressed, he could only say helplessly: "It doesn't matter, if it burns, I will compensate according to the price."
"Okay, since you asked sincerely, then I have to throw a fireball to you. This kind of request is really annoying." Amy nodded, the expression on her face was like looking at a Like a naughty child, he put the ugly duckling on the other side of the counter, looked at Crassus and warned: "If you can't stand it, remember to call it out early."
"This will not happen." Crassus shook his head, with a relaxed and carefree expression on his face, somewhat like a master.
"Then I'm here." Amy looked at Crassus and warned. She put her little hand in front of her, and with a breath, a ball of flames burst out, and suddenly shrank into a small blue-purple fireball, and then just like that It was thrown towards Crassus.
"This pure magical power!" Crassus' eyes widened when he watched the flames leaping from Amy's hand. Looking at the shrinking blue-purple flame, the magical power in it was so pure. It's clean and not affected by other elements at all. Although it's just a small fireball, it actually has such surprising energy.
Of course, to him, a fireball of this magnitude was just a little bit of flame, but he saw infinite possibilities in this flame.
At the age of three or four, without receiving any magic training, he actually understood the fireball technique on his own, and it was instant. He even knew how to throw the fireball technique. This kind of talent was not what he had always wanted. Looking for a genius?
Moreover, the most important thing is that his favorite is the simple and crude fireball spell. It is hard to say about other spells, but when it comes to the fireball spell, he dares to say that his fireball spell is the fastest in the entire Nolan continent. , the most powerful, no one even dares to recognize the second.
After all, even if he faced the giant dragon, he could directly use the fireball technique to greet him, and he could also smash those big guys everywhere. He was the only one on the entire continent who could do it.
After being stunned for a moment, the fireball landed on his long beard, ignited instantly, and rose upwards with a roar.
"Oops!" Crassus exclaimed, ignoring what he just said, he stood up and ran towards the door, his chin blazing with flames.
