"What happened to Elder Brent? Why was he beaten like this?"
"Yes, it looks like he was hit in the face with a chair, but with Elder Brent's strength, how could he be hit in the face with a chair?"
"Could it be because Elder Brent usually likes to do something to female magicians, and then he was plotted to take revenge?"
"He deserves it. If it were me, I'd want to slap this old pervert in the face with a chair!"
Seeing Brent being beaten like this, the magicians were surprised and even more gloated about his misfortune. Some of the female magicians also cursed with deep resentment.
"This slap in the face is really the essence of it. It took away my breath." Crassus looked at Brent's face in amazement, feeling happy.
While everyone was talking enthusiastically, Brent woke up, and his subconscious reaction after seeing Amy made the entire first floor of the Mage Tower quiet.
The magicians looked at Amy who was holding Mag's hand in disbelief. Could it be said that it was Amy who hit Mr. Brent like this?
You know, Brent is a level ten magician!
No matter how talented Amy is, she is only a fifth-level magician, and the gap between her and the great magician is nothing more than a chasm.
Cora, who came downstairs in a depressed mood, was stunned when she saw this scene. If even Uncle Brent was beaten like this by this little guy, what kind of gap is there between them?
"Little Amy, did you really beat this fat guy?" Crassus looked at Amy in surprise and asked, not blaming him at all, but rather looking forward to it.
Richard glanced at Amy and frowned. There were only a handful of people in the world who could beat Brent in the mage tower without being discovered by him, but that obviously did not include this half-elf brat. He said coldly. Said: "Brent, what on earth is going on?!"
Brent, who was holding his head and closing his eyes, was trembling for a while. He raised his eyes and glanced at Richard and the magicians surrounding him. Only then did he realize that he was no longer in the dark room. He let out a breath and went directly into the dark room. Sitting on the ground like a puddle of mud, he looked at Richard feebly and said: "That woman... that woman came to Luodu, she..."
"Shut up." A dangerous glint flashed in Richard's eyes, interrupting Brent and looking at Amy, "What does this matter have to do with her?"
Brent realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said. He shrank his head and looked at Amy. The image of her holding the chair high and then slapping him in the face flashed through his mind. His voice became a little sharp: "This kid hit me, used a chair, slapped me in the face."
"No, I didn't, you're talking nonsense." Amy shook her head, threw out the standard three consecutive denials, and then said with an aggrieved face: "I'm just an elf passing by. Is this fat grandpa probably beaten stupid?"
Compared to Brent, who has a swollen face like a pig's head, the words of the cute and cute Amy are obviously more convincing. Who would believe that such a cute little loli would hold a chair and photograph people?
Moreover, the elder of the dignified Mage Tower, a tenth-level great magician, actually said that he was knocked unconscious by a little girl less than four years old with a chair?
This is simply a naked slander!
The mood of the magicians has become a little angry. The Mage Tower can lose to others, but it still has to be shameful. Brent's behavior is simply discrediting the Mage Tower, and it is the most brainless kind.
"Okay, Brent, I told you to stop drinking. It seems that you drank a lot this morning and made yourself confused." Richard's expression was also a little ugly, and he looked at Roy standing aside and said. : "Hel him back to rest."
"I..." Brent opened his mouth, but what he said later was frightened back by Richard's sharp look. He could only swallow his grievances in his stomach. He glanced at Crassus standing aside and felt his heart skip a beat. Liang suddenly thought of who this half-elf kid was. Wasn't the apprentice Crassus accepted a half-elf kid who was less than four years old!
"But..." Roy had something to say. He found Brent unconscious in the corner in the dark room, with sawdust and broken wooden chairs on the ground beside him. Such a scene did not look like he fell down drunk. Yes, but after seeing Richard's face, he still swallowed what he said and led the two magicians to carry Brent again and prepared to leave.
Amy looked up and gave Mag a small proud smile.
Mag also smiled and touched her hair. The little guy was really a clever little kid, and he had already begun to know how to use his own advantages.
"I didn't expect Mr. Brent to be such a person. Is it because the little girl defeated Hank before, so he deliberately wanted to frame her?"
"Yes, I heard that Hank used sealing magic in the duel, but was defeated by her head-on. Later, he was deposed by Master Crassus. He deserved his punishment. I didn't expect Brent to want to avenge him?"
"As expected, master and disciple are both of the same virtue."
The magicians looked at Mag with some disgust and whispered, their dislike for Brent suddenly burst out, all at once.
"Wait a minute."
At this moment, Crassus, who had been silent, spoke up. He walked forward with a smile, looked at Brent who was lying on the stretcher, looked at his face from left to right, and said in amazement: "Can you use a chair?" There are not many people in the world who can make it look so beautiful, like a work of art, there is simply no room for me to do anything with it, it’s a pity, it’s a pity.”
Brent, who was lying on the stretcher, was obviously shaking, and cold sweat fell from his forehead. He endured the pain and forced a smile, "Lord Crassus, I heard you were coming, so I hurried downstairs. I accidentally fell and I didn’t come to greet you immediately. I hope you will show your kindness and respect...ahhhh...it hurts..."
"It hurts? I think you are quite thick-skinned. It's almost as good as the city wall of Luodu. Would it still hurt if you pinch it so lightly?" Crassus pinched a large piece of Brent's flesh. , and then twisted and turned to one side, with a smile on his face.
Brent's face turned pale, covered in cold sweat, and he almost fainted, but he still had to force a smile and said in a crying voice: "No...it doesn't hurt..."
"It doesn't hurt? Do you think I'm old and have no strength?" Crassus pressed his hand a little harder, and his already swollen face was almost deformed by the twist.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Brent's shrill wail echoed throughout the mage tower.
"Enough! Crassus, this is the Mage Tower, not a place for you to run wild!" Richard raised his hand, and a big blue hand made of water grabbed Crassus's hand.
"Noisy." Crassus waved away the menacing hand, and then slapped the wailing and screaming Brent on the face with his backhand.
The screams stopped suddenly, and Brent lay on the stretcher with his head tilted, and passed out again.
Crassus turned to look at Richard and sneered: "Let's have a duel, the last one."
