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

Chapter 62 Look how much they look like Teddy
Mina blinked. The last person who had this reaction after hearing his last name was Igor.

It seems that the surname Ernst once had a glorious record in the Silver Hand.

Of course, it was also because Igor knew his father.

And this sister... Aunt Lucia, could it be possible that she also knows my grandfather or...

Ruthkania took the small bottle of magic water handed to her by Mina and gargled.

He wiped the corners of his mouth and gave a meaningful smile when looking at Mina.

"That's a good last name. Your father is Mist, right?"

Mina blinked, it turned out that he knew his father.

But the old man is pretty good. I originally thought he was just a small noble on the border, but I didn't expect that he actually knew so many people in the royal capital.

We briefly chatted about the adventures that Mist and Igor, the stupid and rough guy, had previously experienced.

Lucia is back, and she's brought back some of the Master's magical meals.

Ruth Kania's attention was immediately attracted by the master's magic meal.

I couldn't wait to start gobbling it up.

Mina discovered that this person suddenly became a little... casual.

"By the way, you and Lucia are close in age, so help each other out."

Mina and Lucia looked at each other.

Lucia nodded repeatedly.

"I will continue to eat for free in the future."

In Lucia's opinion.

Mina's compressed magic meal is actually more to her taste than the master's magic meal.

Ok……

Well, the most important thing is to keep yourself full.

These master's things were gone after just a few bites and I had to give some to my aunt. It was really not satisfying.

If I hadn’t had a big meal at noon, I’d probably still be hungry now.

Lucia is eating for free.

Mina nodded immediately.

Of course you can.

When Mina came to this world, the first two friends he made were Lucia and Ansana.

If they hadn't gotten him the staff and robes last time, he would probably be lying in the intensive care unit with Clo.

Ruskaniah looked at the two of them nodding their heads, and then they studied the magic meal together, studying how to make it closer to the master's, which kind of magic meal needed a more delicate bread texture, and so on.

It's just like two friends discussing which witch house is more suitable... Why did they think of Igor and Mist?

Mina Ernst, though, tut tut.

When Ruth Kania looked at Mina, she had a little more interest, but at the same time she also felt a little sigh.

Just friends.
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Heaven on Earth, next room.

Everyone in the room was on edge.

Isara was calm and composed, sitting in the middle of the room, allowing the four or five fifth-level professionals around him to lock their magic power on him, and he just picked up the black tea lightly.

Take a small sip.

"That's all. Of course, if you have a better plan, you can propose it. Otherwise, think about the consequences of sending that video to the Royal Knights."

Isara lowered her eyelids, completely ignoring the murderous gaze of Count Kusma opposite her.

"Yesterday!" Kusma stared at Isara and gritted his teeth. "Yesterday, yesterday, each person still got 300 points."

"The prices have gone up, isn't this normal?"

Isara glanced at Kusma with contempt, then looked at the fifth-level swordsman beside him who seemed to be unable to hold back any longer.

He raised his eyebrows and whistled: "Why, you want to come over and try your hand with me?"

She hooked her finger with a playful look on her face.

The swordsman who was just thinking about attacking suddenly froze.

It was as if a Teddy bear that had been howling at a large dog was suddenly let go of the leash by its owner.

With an embarrassed look on his face, he immediately controlled his sword intent.

Isara sneered.

He stood up, seemingly having no intention of continuing to waste time with these people.

"I have already stated the conditions. This is the final ultimatum. I am not here to bargain with you."

Her eyes swept across the room.

He didn't even have a knife in his hand to play with.

But everyone who was touched by her gaze avoided her gaze. "You have come to provoke me, the Silver Hand, time and again. Do you really think that I, Isara, will be easy to mess with when Meier is not here? Tomorrow morning, I want the final answer."

Isara glanced at Kusma calmly.

Turn around and leave.

bump!
Until Isara left.

Kusma then slammed the sword in his hand heavily onto the table.

Smash the dining table directly.

"what!!!"

You damn stinky woman, I'll make you pay sooner or later!
bump.

The door was pushed open.

Isara walked in, leisurely picked up the magic roast chicken on the side table that had not yet been served, then looked at the table that had been smashed to pieces and smiled happily.

Charming.

However, at this time, no one had this idea.

"Enjoy your meals. By the way, this meal is mine. Please settle the bill when you leave. Remember to reimburse me when you settle the bill tomorrow."

"you!"

When Kusma came to his senses, he was shocked to find that Isara, who had just been there, had disappeared.

And he didn't react at all
when……

Marcus closed his eyes.

He knew that this was Isara's warning to him.

Sixth level assassin...

Level six...

It was just a little bit off, damn it!!

"Knock down."

The door was knocked again.

This time, everyone in the room was like a frightened bird, and they all became alert.

The door was pushed open and a white-haired old man walked in.

"Huh? What are you all doing here?"

Seeing the person coming, Kusma suddenly felt relieved.

He waved his hand to send everyone else away.

Marcus and the old man sitting opposite him were the only ones left in the room.

"Tell me, what did Isara ask you for?"

The second-ranked elder of the White Dragon's Eye looked at Kusma.

Kusma shook his head slightly, there was nothing to hide.

Just tell Issara and their Sword of Ashes what they want.

Craig didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"This Isara really has a good appetite."

At this price, the Sword of Ashes is basically going to be destroyed.

"Just a few reservists."

Kusma shook his head.

"It's mainly the magic image."

Craig nodded: "Peace is the most important thing. Who told you to provoke them?"

When Kusma heard this, he looked up and glared at Craig fiercely.

Craig raised his hands and said, "I am telling the truth. It is not time for you to quarrel. Grand Duke Ashes is not in the capital. The Marquis does not care about these trivial matters. He even..."

"do not talk."

Kusma said coldly.

"Okay, okay." Craig smiled and said, "Actually, I have an idea."

He glanced at Kusma and said, "That woman Issara may not necessarily want points. Doesn't your Sword of Ashes have a maze? The casualties are quite heavy. You can consider it.

I know you paid a huge price for this, but do you think the Silver Hand will be able to pass?
The ancient Ansu ruins.

It's just one month's usage fee.

Isn’t that enough?

Listening to the old wizard's words, Marcus fell silent.

(End of this chapter)