Salin chuckled and said, "Baron Minghui thinks that he can throw a fireball is a magician. Although I understand your ignorance, I cannot accept it."

Baron Minghui clenched his fists, and the swordsman behind him whispered something in his ear, and he was not angry. But he was unwilling to be humiliated by a child with such an attitude. Salin's age was not worthy of the word "Master".

"The Skochenya often said that everything can be bought with gold coins. Master Salin, I am willing to hire you to improvise your magic on the spot."

"No problem, I will go to Yaoyang City tomorrow and register as a mercenary. Lord Baron can send someone to accompany me." Salin looked unconfident.

"Why do you have to be so troublesome? Master Salin, I'll make the decision now. You can offer a price and let us all have some knowledge. Baron Minghui is a person with status and will not refuse you." The Viscountess immediately solved the problem. Baron Minghui's mouth was sagging and a little painful. But he couldn't refute the praise of such a beauty, which was too embarrassing.

"Just two thousand gold coins, it's not easy for the Baron to go out." Sally looked careless and was already filled with joy.

"I will pay three thousand gold coins, you will duel with my swordsman, and if you win, it will be yours." Baron Minghui finally became popular.

The atmosphere on the table became tense immediately, and Salin's pupils contracted. He forgot something. Although magicians are terrible, there is an exception to one kind of person, that is, people who have never seen any world. They may be afraid of a mad dog, but they will never be afraid of a magician.

Because the mad dog is understandable, the magician has never appeared.

Salin turned his eyes to the swordsman behind the baron, slowed down and asked, "Are you planning to have a life-and-death battle with me?"

Salin's words were without any emotion, without any ups and downs. The swordsman's cold sweat had already soaked his back, and he kept cursing his baron in his heart. He was just a high-level swordsman, and he might be able to kill this young man, but the magic apprentice is different from the swordsman. If you kill the apprentice, the apprentice's teacher will definitely give you more lives when he gets angry.

He was a newcomer and didn't know what level of mage Sarin's teacher was. If he exceeded level 4, even if he killed the baron, the emperor wouldn't be too angry.

I am still young, will my bright future be destroyed by the Baron?

Salin kept looking at the swordsman's eyes. He saw the swordsman's mood fluctuations in his heart. Salin breathed a little relieved. The swordsman dared not kill him. Salin calmed down. He looked at Baron Minghui and smiled and said, "Baron, I said two thousand gold coins, which means that you hired me to perform magic. The winner of the duel is to add chips. If you can't afford it, forget it, I haven't seen it yet. I'm giving the Viscount Gu Ge."

Salin's conversation was very appropriate, and he was worthy of his current disguised identity.

Baron Minghui gritted his teeth hard, but he could do nothing.

"Will this happen, the Baron may not have much money, just use your ring as the lottery. If I win..."

"Okay!" Baron Minghui pulled off the dazzling ring from his hand and placed it on the table. "You won, this is yours. If you have any damage, it's nothing to do with me."

"Then let's start." Salin suddenly waved his hand, and the swordsman behind Baron Minghui instinctively pulled out his sword. The two of them were separated by the table, and he did not dare to jump onto the table to attack Salin. It would be too rude.

Salin didn't think so. With his wave, the flames in the copper basin in the center of the table suddenly surged and almost rushed to the roof. However, the original red flame turned into a dark blue color at this time, and it was beating strangely.

The swordsman felt a pain in his eyes and nostrils at the same time, and his eyes could no longer see anything. He immediately used his sword energy, and the sword formed a layer of sword curtain to protect himself. He didn't know what magic he had been hit, and he was extremely frightened.

Salin didn't use magic, he threw the witch's gaze into the fire. Everyone except him in the room had temporarily blinded their eyes. Salin quietly jumped onto the table, swung the magic wand in his hand, and knocked hard at Baron Minghui's head.

Baron Minghui did not have martial arts like Viscount Guge. He was blind and screamed in panic. The staff hit his forehead firmly. Venus rose, and Baron Minghui didn't know what was going on. Salin hit his head again.

"Stop, stop hitting, stop hitting, I lost!" Baron Minghui was beaten a few times, and finally felt something hitting him. His throat hurt, his voice hoarse, and he almost cried. That demon, isn't a magician? Why did he hit me?

Salin then stopped, bent over the table, picked up Baron Minghui's ring, put it on, and then stepped over the gradually extinguished flame and returned to his seat.

Everyone's eyes gradually recovered their vision. The swordsman saw Baron Minghui's bag and glared at Salin. Viscount Guge didn't know what to say. After all, Salin was nominally his magician, and beat his guests up and threw away Baron Minghui's face when he said it.

Salin shrugged and said, "If your lord is killed in the battle, even if you kill all your enemies, you will not be able to save your reputation, right?"

The swordsman looked in the direction of Salin's finger, and his heart was cold. At some point on the table, a hole the size of a washbasin melted, and the hole was located in front of Baron Minghui.

He knew the magic of acid sputtering, and he was not afraid of it, but once the baron was sprayed, even if he didn't die, his life would be over. Moreover, the previous magic made him lose his visual ability for almost thirty seconds. As long as the other party released a first-level magic, he might not be able to withstand it.

He was grateful to Salin at this time, but he didn't know that Salin would not have any first-level magic at all, otherwise he would have thrown a fireball on his head. Only dead enemies are safe, and any professional understands this truth.

"I lost." The swordsman lowered his head and put away his sword.

"Then the baron won't be able to pay the debt, two thousand gold coins." Salin reached out his hand shamelessly.

Baron Minghui, Cook, was disappointed, took out two Imperial Bank receipts from his arms and handed them to the maid who served him behind him. Salin got the receipts and his eyebrows immediately became kind. He took out a small bottle and poured the potion from the bottle into the charcoal fire. The fragrance immediately filled the room.

"Sir Viscount, I'm sorry for breaking your table." Salin apologized to the ancient plaque while eliminating the sequelae caused by the witch's gaze.

Viscount Gu Ge's heart was a little cold. He knew that his martial arts skills were not as good as Baron Minghui's swordsman. If Salin wanted to kill him just now, it would be no difficulty. The magician is really an evil thing. Isn't his plan too risky this time?

He originally thought that Salin was an apprentice, so it didn't matter if he used it. Now it seems that even a magic apprentice is enough to make people die inexplicably.

"Sarin, if you can see such wonderful magic, what is a table? Come, let's change the place." Guge asked everyone to get up, and he also knew that Baron Minghui would probably not be able to bear it for a minute to continue in this house.

Salin had dinner with Viscount Guge. Chris had already returned. Viscount Guge could not keep it. Salin left the city lord's mansion with a huge skin on his back.

Baron Minghui was full of resentment. He wanted to provoke a few words, but Viscount Guge just said to him softly: "Even my title can't do anything to the magician."

Baron Minghui was instantly discouraged. He might be very rich, but his title was three levels apart from Guge. Even the first-class Viscount said so. It seemed that he had no choice but to take revenge on Salin.

Salin walked through the city gate with some pride and walked slowly towards his home. Now Salin enters the city without paying taxes. This is true in any city on the mainland, and magicians are privileged people.

The hard beating Baron Minghui made Salin feel much happier. He felt like he was completely turning over. From then on, he was no longer the original Salin. The surname Metatriline no longer represents decline and poverty. Even the nobles in charge of a town can be beaten. What else are they dissatisfied with?

Of course, the premise is that you want to become a real magician. If Baron Minghui knows that he is an apprentice, it will be fine in Ceylon City. Once you leave, you may be retaliated by the other party.

Now I have 10,000 gold coins, and the refining of magic string potion must be completed as soon as possible. Otherwise, after the winter begins, Baron Guge will still need to help eliminate the pirates himself.

Salin was not enthusiastic about extermination of pirates. His family had never had fishermen for generations. They were originally aristocrats, but later they lost their titles and were very successful in doing business. They all ran to the south by land. The pirates and Salin had no hatred, but Baron Guge's rhetoric made Salin fall in love with him and could save many sailors and soldiers.

Jason was still obsessed with his magic experiments, and asked about what he did to Salin. Salin spent 6,000 gold coins, purchased a full six parts of the material, and began to prepare for the refining of magic string potion.

He himself was unable to cast magic flames, and could only rely on alchemy equipment such as the crucible. The process of refining magic string potion was still not smooth. Salin failed four times in a row, and there was still a pile of medicine residue in the crucible, and nothing was refined.

The four thousand gold coins were gone like this, and Salin felt heartbroken, but the more he invested, the harder it was to give up. The day for the sea sacrifice of the Zhongyuan Festival was coming, and Salin hoped to attend the celebration as a real magician.

Another morning, Jason had dinner early and entered the laboratory. The door was closed. Salin set up a crucible in his room and added magic flame potion, but did not ignite it. He took out his badge, held it in his hand, released a level 0 magic, waiting for the badge to take away his magic power.

Every time he does this, after he recovers, Salin's mental power will grow a little. If it weren't for the poor elemental affinity, he would have become a formal magician long ago and he wouldn't have to refine any magic string potions.
Chapter completed!