The establishment of the Rikka Mercenary Group was like a pebble falling into the ocean. It did not make any waves, and it was not favored by anyone, or in other words, no one cared about it at all.
The two of them went about their daily routine as usual. Rikka went to the market to buy ingredients in the early morning, and in the afternoon she either stayed at home and slept, or went for a walk in the Golden Ji Plain.
Boom, on the other hand, stayed at home all day long. Although he could do nothing about the annoying bells every day, he still had no intention of being lazy.
Through this period of research, Boom finally touched the threshold of space magic. In other words, many of his previous ideas were both correct and wrong.
It is correct to cultivate and condense the magic power in the body at any time. But it is a mistake to have a body of magic power but not be able to use it perfectly.
The mysterious parchment once said that most magicians in this world are stupid and spend their whole lives just chasing bigger magic tricks.
However, they don't know that they have already lost their way on this road of no return. They will eventually turn into dust and condense into stone tablets that mislead the latter.
When a fire magician encounters water or ice, the first consideration should not be to fight, but to escape. Elemental restraint is the truth, and the only price for impulsiveness is death.
A smart person will only choose a battle where he is at a disadvantage from the beginning when facing someone he must protect. In this case, the magician must learn to use his brain more.
Victory is the same as cultivation. There are no shortcuts, but there are countless roads to victory. It’s just that most of them are hidden under the shade of trees and in the soil.
No one stipulates that magicians must use magic when fighting, or that they can only use magic. Many times, the power of a dagger is far greater than any chanting of incantations.
People should try to become a dexterous arrow, rather than living like a cumbersome magic cannon or a city-defending crossbow.
Space spells are ever-changing, so superficial practitioners can only understand the surface, even if they can reach the peak.
But those who transcend will create a path exclusive to themselves. Therefore...incompetent wastes should give up as soon as possible!
"Three years of high level, ten years of being a magician, twenty-five years of peak life, and now I am just a junior shrimp. I should be what the owner of this parchment calls a waste."
Boom put down the parchment roll in his hand, and it instantly turned into a leather rope. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the glass window, leaving the dust floating in the air with nowhere to hide.
When Rikka saw this, she tied up her hair instantly, then opened the courtyard door with a smile, and swept up the scattered leaves. Boom stood aside, holding a steaming milk tea in his hand.
"Look, look, this pretty boy lies at home and sleeps all day long, while his sister goes out early and comes home late."
"I heard that they were being hunted by their enemies, so they just chose to hide in Newk City."
"We don't know whether we will chase her or not, but no matter what, as a brother, I have to take care of my sister."
"Keep your voices down, he is a junior magician. I heard he can produce more than ten fireballs at a time."
"When will junior magicians be able to show off in the Principality of Xisai? Do you think this is Aogu City?"
Words of gossip flowed into the courtyard like waves. Rikka, who was originally smiling, was stunned for a moment, while Boom on the side shook his head and reached out to close the courtyard door.
However, Rikka slapped Boom's hand away, and saw him slowly draw out the two meteorite swords, and a heart-stopping coercion spread rapidly in the air.
"You don't want to take action in Newk City, are you crazy?" Boom stood on the spot and asked coldly.
"Even in the Hall of Valor, we cannot allow anyone to insult my brother, not anymore!" After Rikka said that, she ignored Boom's dissuasion and walked straight out the door.
Dongcheng District, which was already very noisy, became even more noisy, but most of them were theatergoers, and there were even many city guards among them.
"This is really a good place." The arms under the Viking dress turned brown, and Rikka raised the two meteorite iron swords and chopped them down in an unpretentious manner.
However, at this moment, a dark green branch appeared out of thin air and stood in front of Rikka. Seeing this, the city guards hurriedly bowed and saluted, while Boom used the black wood circle.
"Little girl, is he your brother or your lover?" The figure of Christo, the Iron Tree Knight and Lord of Newk City, appeared outside the crowd.
"Love... Lover? You... don't talk nonsense. Believe it or not, I will chop off your head!" Rikka was stunned when he heard this, but then his expression became less cold.
"Hahaha, it's up to you. But this is Newk City. If you want to go to the Golden Halberd Plains for a fight, I won't just let it go next time."
Christo changed his past cruelty and even laughed without any image. But no one noticed the tears welling up in the corners of his eyes when he turned around.
As a weirdo, his heart is also wrapped in flesh and blood. The reason why he chose to let Rikka go is just because she has the shadow of his deceased wife.
As for that bullshit junior magician, Christo didn't even look at him. This was the unruliness of a strong man, and even more disdain for magicians.
The crowd dispersed and the street returned to normal. The door of the small courtyard was closed tightly, Rikka stood in the room with her head lowered, and Boom's sighs continued.
"First of all, I can understand your anger, and even more so, your painstaking efforts. Frankly speaking, if it were me, I would do the same thing."
After putting the black wooden staff into his storage bag, Boom said softly. This was his true thought, as if he had once pulled the other person to escape from the black market.
"But you are so stupid today! Can't we remember each other's appearance and then find a place where no one is around to deal with them!"
Boom motioned Rikka to come closer, and then reached out and grabbed the other person's little face, or it would be more appropriate to call it a kneading. As his only relative, how could Boom be so cruel, not to mention that the other party still gave him
Stand out for yourself.
"Stop hitting, stop hitting. If you hit me again, you will become stupid!" Rikka saw that Boom was not angry, and then he moved closer to him with a playful smile.
"Next time, remember to learn to be patient. Killing those people is easy, but not being discovered is perfect." Boom stroked Rikka's little head and said softly.
"I know, from now on, even if others say that my brother is a pig, they won't care." Liuhua nodded and replied.
"But they will never see the sun the next day, and it will turn into a rain of blood." Rikka's voice sounded again, and Boom's bloody look came to mind again.
It was night, and Boom and Rikka chatted for a long time. The former always warned the other, but the latter took out countless snacks from the dimensional space and lay on the bed as if watching a play.
Knight of the Iron Tree, Christo, stood by the window, and below was the street that once existed. The moonlight was scattered on the ground, eventually forming the silhouette of the dark elf.
However, a carriage sped out of the east gate. The old slave sitting in it had a pale face, and his eyes were even scarlet due to excessive blood congestion.
It is self-evident that its direction of travel is the High Court, known as the heart of the Principality of Cisse.