"Stop! You've offended Miss Rowling and you just want to leave like this?" Bartholomew was filled with indignation and stretched out his hand to stop Lin Li who was about to leave.
"This gentleman I am not qualified to know, can you tell me simply what you want to do..." Lin Li asked feebly. He was almost driven crazy by this guy. He didn't know him from beginning to end.
Where did he come from? I don’t know what he wanted to do. I didn’t even know his name. However, he kept accusing him of pestering and offending Rowling. Lin Li couldn’t understand it at all. Even if he pestered her,
Offending Rowling, does this have anything to do with him?
"This is a banquet hosted by Isaac City. I don't want to make a big deal out of it, but I would like to advise you that it is best to apologize to Miss Rowling immediately!"
"..." The other party's constant pestering had already made Lin Li a little angry, and the expression on his face became colder: "What will happen if I don't apologize?"
"You'll know when the time comes..." There seemed to be an unabashed sense of superiority in Bartholomew's smile: "Maybe you'll get beaten up and kicked out of the banquet, maybe you'll...
You will be kicked out of the Magic Guild. I think your master, Kevin the Magician, will not fall out with the Lord Isaac over a follower..."
Lin Li was dumbfounded after hearing all kinds of terrible endings. Could this be the legendary genius? With just a few tears of the red-haired beauty, he could guess so many things and imagine all kinds of terrible endings. This required
What kind of imagination does it take to do this? It would be a pity that this person does not change his profession and write chivalric novels...
"Have you thought clearly?" Seeing that Lin Li was silent for a long time, Bartholol looked even more proud. He seemed to have seen the humiliating confession of his mistake and then was rushed to Miss Luo Lin to apologize...
"I've thought about it clearly. To put it simply, if I don't apologize, it might be very miserable..." Lin Li nodded honestly. He had really thought about it clearly: "But after thinking about it clearly, I decided not to apologize.
.”
After saying these words, Lin Li turned around and left. He really didn't want to get too close to a psychopath.
"You!" Bartholol's face froze, and that condescending smile suddenly became a little ferocious. Lin Li's words were like a slap in the face, hitting him hard in the face. He was in good times all his life.
Bartholomew had never been in such a panic before. After a brief moment of shock, his anger instantly swallowed up his only sanity.
Bartholomew raised his right hand fiercely, and the ruby embedded in the ring flashed with a faint red light.
As soon as Lin Li took six or seven steps forward, he suddenly noticed that the magical elements around him were violently distorted. He almost subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but it was too late to react, so he had to barely hold up an elemental shield.
Immediately afterwards, I saw a flash of light on the ruby, and a dazzling fire suddenly spread out, like fire dragons galloping away, or like a giant flame net falling from the sky.
"Barcelona - stop!" At this time, Isaac was whispering something to a middle-aged man. Who knew that when he raised his head, he saw this horrifying scene. At that moment,
, Isaac was really heartbroken. It was the treasure of the Magic Guild. If something happened to him at his banquet, his cheap uncle Greg would probably even demolish the city lord's palace...
But Isaac's exclamation came a little too late.
The moment he spoke, dozens of fire dragons had already hit the elemental shield.
"Boom!" A loud noise suddenly came from the banquet hall.
A dazzling fire splashed, and countless sparks fell on the carpet, burning small black dots on the thick carpet. Under the air waves aroused by the two magic powers, the surrounding tables and chairs were blown away.
It was tossed around, a dozen white napkins were flying under the crystal lamp, and several guests who were a little closer were even pushed to the ground by the air waves.
At this moment, everyone was stunned.
Including Isaac, the Lord of Garros City looked at the little splash of sparks, his eyes filled with despair. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Bartholol, wanting to curse him, but instead
Then he found that he couldn't speak at all. He just sighed with a complicated expression and slowly lowered his outstretched hand.
Luo Lin, who was crying in a secluded corner, also witnessed this thrilling scene. Under the splashing firelight, Luo Lin's pretty face with wet tears was filled with a look of horror.
Her red lips were slightly open, but she felt something was blocking her heart. At this moment, she was actually worried about the young magician...
At almost the same time, Kevin had dropped the wine glass in his hand and rushed towards this side like crazy.
"What's wrong, Uncle Isaac?" Bartholomew seemed quite satisfied with his blow. He took a napkin away from his head leisurely, clapped his hands again, and then showed a relaxed smile.
But when he turned around, he saw Isaac standing there with a pale face. For a moment, Bartholomew couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Pa—!" What was waiting for him was a solid slap in the face. In his rage, Isaac no longer looked as graceful as usual.
"Ai...Uncle Isaac...why did you hit me?" This slap made Bartholomew retreat repeatedly. He covered the left side of his face with his hand and looked a little dazed.
Isaac was so angry that he was trembling: "Do you know what you did?"
"What have I done? I am just a little magician. Uncle Isaac, if you feel sorry for me, I will ask my family to send you twenty magicians tomorrow." Bartholol has never been a magician in his life.
He had been beaten in public, and now he was slapped by Isaac. Although he did not dare to resist in person, his tone was somewhat resentful.
"Twenty magicians? Hahaha..." Isaac was so angry that he laughed out loud: "You are so generous. It's a pity that not to mention twenty, even fifty, you can't do it."
Just a piece of hair, forget it, do whatever you like, I don’t care about this matter, and besides, I can’t control it even if you want to. You write a letter to your father yourself, I hope it’s not too late before Greg comes back...