I asked you to be a mage, not to raise a nine-tailed fox

Chapter 116 Lucia drinks the last drop

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In fact, the Silver Hand is not bad either.

Each one of them has made outstanding achievements.

But unfortunately, the number of Silver Hand members in the royal capital is too small, and the ranking... ahem, it is also a cause for celebration to be ranked in the top ten among the top ten knight orders.

Of course, this is also related to the intense war, the continuous outflow of goblin armies, and the fact that the Silver Hand's clearing area is also a heavily deployed area for goblins.

In this area of the Silver Hand, there is almost a fifth-level elite team for every ten goblins.

Every battle is a tough one.

Although these high-level goblins have high points, each battle is quite difficult and takes a long time to finish.

The overall efficiency is still a little weak.

Every day I just manage to complete the Royal Knights' mission.

If it weren’t for Big Sister Mel who occasionally paid out of her own pocket to support some supplements in her spare time.

Maybe I really can't hold on any longer.

Silver Hand
The first ones to collapse were the two life mages.

It was an easy time when they were in the North. It was not like they had not been to mazes and fought against underground monsters.

But there is no such method of squeezing.

How many days has it been?

Every morning when I get up, I knead bread, drink water, replenish my energy and knead bread.

It wasn't until bedtime that I was able to gather enough food for this group of guys.

Sometimes Umos tries to kill himself.

Then they will have to work overtime until midnight. Is this what human beings do?

If Mina hadn't provided some supplies every once in a while, they really wouldn't have been able to hold on.

But since Monday, Mina has stopped sending supplies to the camp.

Master Mel said Mina would be here soon and asked them to hold on.

Persevere day after day.

Now I really can't hold on any longer.

Boss Mina, when can you come?

On the other side, Umos was expressly forbidden from going on missions.

I could only squat in the rest area and watch the other Silver Hands go out.

I'm really jealous, but there's nothing I can do.

Big Sister Mel said that his body couldn't hold on any longer and his physical potential had been squeezed beyond recognition.

But Umos clenched his fist and felt that his strength had increased a lot. He easily knocked out two minas with one punch.

Big Sister Mel is really something. If she doesn't want him to charge, then she won't let him charge. She insists that his body has reached its limit.

how could it be possible.

Umos stood up and staggered.

I shook my head, wondering why my vision suddenly went dark.

Umos closed his eyes tightly.

no problem!

Tonight, he must participate in Brother Igor's raid mission!
When Mina comes back, I will definitely punch her until she cries in the toilet.

At the same time, Mel's rest area welcomed two uninvited guests.

"Master Meier, I hope you can seriously consider our proposal."

The person who spoke was the newly appointed acting chief of the Sword of Ashes.

During the time when Kusma was injured, it was this young man who was in charge of all matters concerning the Sword of Ashes.

"This is also for the Silver Hand." He looked at Mel with a sincere expression: "The current situation of the Silver Hand is obvious. Everyone must be very tired."

"How could the Royal Knights entrust such an important task to you, the Silver Hand?"

"I also sincerely want to help my colleagues in the Silver Hand."

"We are here to provide you with supplies. You just need to return some of the supplies you took from our Ash Sword."

The young man spoke very sincerely.

But Mel disagreed at all and kicked them out.

"Go away, go wherever you want. The Silver Hand doesn't need you, the Sword of Ashes, to take care of it. Don't let word get out after this battle that "the Silver Hand's supplies were all made by the Sword of Ashes". I can't afford to lose face like this. I won't be able to explain myself if Isa asks me about it."

Mel glanced at her sideways, wanting to play these little tricks on her, haha.

The young man didn't care that his thoughts were exposed. He continued, "Master Meier, let's put it another way. What would it take for you to return the supplies of the Sword of Ashes to us?"

Mel glanced at him with a hint of amusement.

"If you want it so badly, then show enough sincerity and stop trying to go around in circles every day. Do what a knight should do."

The young man blinked and suddenly smiled.

"I understand. Master Mel wants to have a knight bet."

Mel laughed too.

"If you want something, show your sincerity. You, the despicable Duke of Ashes, were not like this in the past."

Doyle left with a satisfactory answer.

The bet between the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Knights of the Ashen Sword will begin in three days.

The specific form can be discussed later.

This matter can be big or small.

But they must show the momentum of their Sword of Ashes and make a name for themselves.

Let the Marquis, and the prince above the Marquis, see that he, Doyle, is the one who can preside over the Sword of Ashes in the royal capital and can easily suppress the Silver Hand.

Kusma He is old.

As for how to play this game well...

Doyle narrowed his eyes, thinking of Caesar's hidden strength, and soon he had a general idea.

"Silver Hand..."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Doyle's mouth.
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"Your Highness Lucia, dinner is ready."

A tall Silver Dawn Knight yelled from beneath the tree.

Lucia in the tree shook her head.

"Go eat, don't worry about me."

Lucia's voice was flat.

The captain of the Silver Dawn scratched his head, and seeing that his prince had no intention of coming down, he could only pout and turn away.

However, not long after the man left, Lucia's stomach began to growl.

That face, which was more beautiful than most elves, showed a hint of helplessness, and there was also a little bit of resentment in the helplessness.

Looking in the direction of the royal capital, he was like a child waiting for his father to come home from get off work and pick him up.

The Knights of the Silver Dawn had no idea what their Highness was waiting for.

The whole morning passed without doing any clearing tasks, and without eating a single bite of bread, he just sat there waiting.

What are you waiting for?

We can't just wait for the rice and the goblins to appear from that direction.

All the knights of the Silver Dawn returned to the camp.

The sun had already moved to the west, and Lucia's stomach had begun to rebel.

But she just took out a bottle of magic water.

The last bottle of tetraploid gold-made water was covered with a small sip.

My stomach growled again and I couldn't help but take another sip.

By the third sip, there was not a drop of magic water left.

Lucia was helpless.