"You actually told me that the succubus won't hurt you? Are you kidding me?"

Layton's eyes widened, and there was a faint flash of lightning in his hand.

The surrounding guests also noticed the abnormality. After all, the thunder element in the air had affected the entire tavern. The magic lamp in the tavern was disturbed by the torrent of elements, flickering on and off, making a harsh crackling sound.

"That's right, Your Highness, Naina will never hurt me, let alone forcefully absorb my essence."

Oroback hugged the weak and helpless succubus tightly, and said to Layton: "Your Highness, do you want me to take off my pants to prove it to you? We have conquered the abyss plane earlier, and we also know the virtues of normal succubi.

, they absolutely cannot resist the temptation of essence!”

"You actually have to take off your pants in public?!"

Layton pointed at Orobak, his fingers trembling. He could hardly recognize this former genius of the Violet family.

"How can you still have the elegance and magnanimity of a mage!" His voice gradually became louder, and the thunder element in his body became active to the extreme, even turning into golden electricity that flashed in his blue eyes.

"Two mages, fighting is prohibited in Winter City, especially in the inner city. If you want to fight, you can go to the arena in Winter City. Not only can you have a good fight, but there will also be a professional team to collect the body of one of you.

, and even hold a funeral for you based on your remaining property."

The bar owner spoke. He was a bald middle-aged man. The moment he raised his head, a bright white light flashed in the bar.

The surrounding guests were all dazzled by this shining light.

Of course, this also includes Layton and Orobak, who are at war with each other.

Orobak's strength is actually about the same as Layton, so he is not particularly afraid of Layton.

He did treat this prince with respect before, but after staying in Winter City for a long time, he found that princes and princesses were just like that.

Just look at King Winter and you will know that the emperors of the Northern Continent are treated like dogs, and whoever they want can be made emperor.

The mage in the Southern Continent is indeed powerful and can overwhelm the knights, but this strength is based on the magic network. Without the magic network, the mage's casting speed is directly reduced by 60%. When he first came to the northern continent

All kinds of discomfort, this feeling is like you used to poop very freely, but after arriving in the Northern Continent, not only did someone watch you when you pooped, but they also pinched your butt to prevent you from pooping out!

Moreover, Orobak also discovered that the mages of the Northern Continent have very strong overall qualities and their control over magic is much better than those of the Southern Continent, because they have long been in a situation where casting spells requires them to do their best to grab spell runes from the rules.

In this state, you have to cook and eat the food by yourself. Unlike the mage in the southern continent, the runes come out of the mouth under the influence of the magic net, which is equivalent to feeding the food to the mouth.

Unknowingly, the mages in the southern continent have been spoiled by the magic net.

But Orobak cannot deny the benefits brought by the magic net. The faster spell casting speed allows mages to play a greater role in battle. Under the coverage of the magic net, mages have a better understanding of magic and analysis of spell models.

efficiency, which further promotes the progress and development of magic.

The Magic Network is a double-edged sword. It provides a high-speed channel for masters to develop, but it also makes mages overly dependent.

Sometimes Orobak thinks that mages from the Southern Continent should travel to the Northern Continent for two years after graduation to get used to the thin density of magic elements in the Northern Continent, and feel the magic runes that ignore you, and then go back to the Northern Continent.

When he goes back, he can guarantee that he will be able to defeat a mage who has never traveled in the same realm.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?!"

Layton turned his head and looked at the tavern owner coldly.

He was already in a bad mood, and now he was even more angry. He faced his boss with his palms, and five overlapping and gradually intertwined hexagrams instantly lit up. This was the superimposed release of five one-ring magic trembling lightning.

The real power of this technique is comparable to the four-ring lightning strike technique, but the casting speed is twice as fast and the magic power consumption is about the same. The only disadvantage is that the user needs to have enough mental power and magic control to build five spell models at the same time.

Layton didn't want to kill anyone, so he pursed his lips. Two of the five spell models were shattered, leaving only three.

Along with a thunder, three hexagrams overlapped and turned into a golden thunder snake that rushed towards the tavern owner.

The fat, bald boss seemed to be frightened, which is exactly how most ordinary people would react when faced with the magic of a mage.

As soon as this idea came up, Layton saw the boss take out a shield with shining holy light from under the counter to block the shaking lightning, and then the figure appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Leiton's pupils shrank, and he secretly said something was wrong. He was about to use the teleportation technique to leave, but found that the magic runes usually did not obey the instructions at all. In the northern continent, those magic runes that were as obedient as lambs under the suppression of the magic network have now become

Became a proud fox.

A one-level spell like Tremoring Lightning is okay, after all, a spell model only requires three lightning runes.

There are 27 arcane runes in the three-ring teleportation technique. Opposites attract and same-sex repels. These arcane runes will immediately give up.

The teleportation spell failed to work instantly, but the bald boss almost teleported.

Then the sandbag fist was raised.

"Bang!"

Leighton only felt a pain in his nose, and it felt like ten thousand buzzing flies had been stuffed into his ears. His eyes were already dark, and he vaguely seemed to see the dead teacher waving to him surrounded by golden light.

Consciousness is buried in the deepest part of the brain.

The little prince from the Holy Land of Mage in the Southern Continent fell straight to the ground and fell into a coma.

"With such strength, you still come to the tavern to cause trouble? Didn't you know that this tavern is run by the Paladin of Light? You're a bastard!"

The Bright Knight wiped the nosebleed on the back of his hand with a rag, and then put the shield back on his back.

"Everyone, keep drinking. I'm going to treat you tonight!"

The whole tavern was boiling instantly.

"wow!!"

“The boss is awesome!”

"I wish the boss a prosperous business!"

"Boss, would you like a Gwent card with a tight and swollen cock?"

"No." The Paladin of Light and the owner of the tavern waved his hand and said with a smile: "I still have to deal with this person. You can take your time and drink as much as you want except the special wine, but don't sleep outside my tavern when you are drunk.

!”

"Don't worry, boss! Even if we have to crawl today, we will crawl home~"

Layton was dragged away by the tavern owner. Orobak curled his lips and sat back down with the succubus in his arms.

"I just wanted to remind you that the owner of this tavern is a sky knight and plays Holy Light, but... tsk tsk, as expected, as the saying goes, those who play Holy Light have a dirty heart~"
Chapter completed!