The joking expression on Evan's face froze for an instant, and his eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions. If he was angry with a little girl, it would be harder to win Sivir's heart. He has also been a little nervous during this time. I figured out some of Sivir’s preferences.
The mercenaries burst into laughter. Usually they didn't have much favorable impressions of Evan, who had a high self-esteem and always put on a shitty expression. Now that Sivir had let Mag and his daughter get on the carriage, and they would be there after arriving in the Misty Valley. Being separated will not affect their actions, so there will naturally be no hostility. And this little girl is indeed cute and has the ability to choke Evan to death with just one sentence.
"Little girl, can you say that to Master Evan! He is a powerful third-level ice magician! And he is also a space magician! I now ask you to apologize to Master Evan immediately!" At this time, sitting there The girl not far from Evan suddenly stood up, looked at Amy angrily and said.
Mag raised his eyes. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a blue and white dress. Her appearance was just ordinary. There was a white magic wand hanging around her waist. She looked like she should be a magician, but she didn't even have the magic robe. None of them are wearing it, so he must be a first-level magician.
Seeing her angrily defending Evan, as if the most important person in her life had been insulted, this made Mag think of a word - 'brainless fan'
"Look, little sister, your breasts are so small!" Amy looked at Eva with a surprised look on her face, and extended her little finger to point to her chest and said, "It's like there are none."
Everyone's eyes followed Amy's little hand. Sure enough, everything was smooth and smooth. They couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
"You, you, you..." Eva's expression suddenly changed. She sat down and retracted her position. She hugged her knees with her hands, trying hard to block her breasts. Her face was as red as a monkey's butt, and her eyes were fixed. He looked at Amy as if he wanted to eat them both.
"This little brother, are you also a mercenary? Are you a knight or a magician?" Dennis, the bull-headed demon sitting next to Mag, looked at Mag and asked with a hearty smile. Others also looked curiously after hearing this. Come on, Mag's equipment looks really strange, making it a bit confusing to figure out what he does.
Even Sivir looked back at Mag and wanted to know why he had such confidence and dared to bring his little daughter into the wilderness. Having strength means pampering. If you don't have enough strength, it is completely irresponsible. Behavior.
Mag looked at everyone's curious eyes and said calmly: "Actually, I am a chef."
"Um?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, looking at Mag, feeling like they had heard something wrong.
"The food made by my father is super delicious." Amy agreed from the side, with a look of pride on her little face.
"Cook... chef? Then why are you looking for the iron bull?" Dennis waited for a pair of huge bull's eyes to look at Mag. He thought he had heard wrong, but now listening to the little girl's proud tone, it seems that he did He heard it right, but he still couldn't hide his surprised expression when looking at Mag.
The mercenaries had similar expressions, and they even thought it was a bit ridiculous. A group of mercenaries who had experienced many battles were actually sitting in the same car with a cook, and they were still heading towards the same goal.
"Chef?" Sivir looked at Mag and frowned slightly. Looking at Mag's eyes before, he thought he was a rational and wise person, but if he was really just a chef, he brought his daughter to this dangerous place. In the wilderness, he definitely cannot be called a competent father, or he simply doesn't know what level four monsters mean.
"A new dish that the restaurant is going to launch requires the use of meat from the Iron Barbarian Bull. I went out to get the meat." Mag replied honestly, with a frank look on his face. A mercenary who can't cook is not a good chef.
Moreover, when it comes to qualifications, he has the dragon-slaying tutorial left by Mag Alex in his mind. It's not that he looks down on everyone here. They are indeed rubbish when it comes to hunting.
"Your idea is really strange... But did you know that the iron-skinned bull is a level four monster? Even I don't dare to confront it head-on. After running, it can easily break through three or four people surrounding it. The big tree, with its copper skin and iron bones, is nothing to boast about. Even a third-level knight's full sword attack can only leave a shallow scar on it. You don't even have a sword, are you... ready to fight it hand-to-hand? ?" Scott, who was sitting on the other side, pressed the long sword on his waist and looked at Mag and said, feeling more and more that this guy didn't seem to understand what kind of situation he would face if he went to the Misty Valley.
"I actually brought a weapon, a butcher's knife." Mag pointed to the butcher's knife sealed in a black scabbard at his waist.
The expressions of the mercenaries were even weirder. They looked at Mag with expressions of looking at monsters. They had been mercenaries for half their lives, and they had never heard of any mercenary carrying a slaughtering knife when they went out on a mission.
Sivir also had a headache. He was thinking about whether to leave this guy who didn't understand the situation at all and let him take his daughter back to the city of chaos. A chef ran out to join in the fun.
"A cook actually dares to go out into the wilderness to seek death. Let me see what your butcher's knife looks like and whether it can chop down trees." Evan looked at Mag with a mocking look on his face, and then stretched out his hand towards Mag. Out the right hand.
A ray of ice-blue light appeared in Evan's hand. The cattle-butcher's knife on Mag's waist suddenly trembled. The buckled leather scabbard opened with a snap. In a flash of cold light, a brown-black cattle-butcher's knife with a sheath emerged from the The sword flew out of the scabbard.
All the mercenaries looked a little nervous when they saw this scene. Taking weapons from people is taboo among mercenaries. For mercenaries, weapons are their most loyal partners. If this happens between two mercenaries, , a duel is very likely to break out.
Sivir also looked at this scene with some displeasure. Evan's behavior was indeed as disgusting as ever, but now she also wanted to make Mag understand the dangers of the wilderness, and then take the initiative to take the cute little girl back, so Didn't stop it.
"You can see, but you have to hold it steady. This knife is very fast." Mag said with a smile, then reached out and flicked his finger on the knife that was flying towards Evan.
"Ding!"
The butcher's knife that was originally flying smoothly towards Evan's hand accelerated instantly, and its direction turned sharply downward, spinning towards Evan's crotch, at an incredible speed.
"No!"
Evan's expression changed drastically, but the hand he raised in front of him could not change the direction of the butcher's knife at all. He only felt a cold feeling on his crotch and let out a scream in horror.
