Recently, pedestrians who walked past Anthony's magical lodge often saw the little girl named Debbie sitting alone on the steps in front of the store. The 15-year-old girl was very petite. There is still a huge sword weighing a hundred pounds. In this contrast, the little figure seems to be more peculiar.

She often stays in a daze, and the childish little face occasionally shows a few grievances, and the eyes are fixed on the other side of the street, as if to see a figure suddenly popping out from there.

"The hammer hasn't come back yet? It's really pitiful. You see that I don't know how much I lost this time. I looked distressed. How did the hammer go and leave?" The two passing by are far away. Looking at Debbie's figure, whispering, the voice was full of complaints about the hammer that suddenly left.

"Why do you say go and leave, don't you understand?" Another big sister pulled the arm of the big man and said, pressing down the voice, "Call me, the hammer must have been caught, how is the child's character?" Sincerely, you don’t know, what magician is fancy that he accepts him as an apprentice. Is this reliable? This shows that the old fox of Busca is a ghost."

"What you said is also that I recently heard that Busca's magic store has a large number of magic scrolls for sale every day. There must be something stinking inside." The other big brother actually knows very well. "Poor Debbie, she waits like this." It’s not the way... It’s been three months since the hammerhead disappeared to the present?”

"It’s just three months... Hey, Buska’s heart is hot, even if he really tied his hammer, what can he do than a little girl? The city’s main house will definitely not care about this kind of leisure, so wait for the last paragraph. Time may be restored, and it is said that Busca will release the hammer."

Speaking of this, the two big sighs sighed at the same time, they all understood that if the hammer was really taken away by Busca, then he had no chance to come back again, and the two men sighed and sighed away.

Debbie is holding a giant sword in his arms and continues to be dull.

After a moment, I took out a piece of paper from her arms. It was a piece of parchment. Because of the long time, the paper was covered with wrinkles, but it was preserved very well. It was the original leaves that passed through the cloth. Skar gave it to Debbie. Of course, the letter suddenly appeared on the counter of the magic lodge. Debbie did not know that the letter was sent by Busca, but she was familiar with the writing on the letter. The paragraph has not been known how many times.

From the first time I saw the anger, then doubts, and then worried, slowly became the only hope, she may not believe that the information in this letter is true, the hammer of her family is so stupid How can I be valued by a super magician? I also defend the peace of the world. Fortunately, he does not need people to defend him. He also defends world peace... But what can she do at this time?

She can only hope for this letter.

"Hammer, you are there, are you coming back soon?"

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Ye Ding is ready.

This day was approaching noon, Busca and his son Kerry took the carriage out of the city, all the way to the Inta Mountain in the suburbs of Stan.

Because Tashan is a small hill, those who have amazing destructive power will not be seen here, at most some barbarian beasts will inhabit the mountains, but in such an era, even beasts such as bears and wild boars, swords There is absolutely no threat at all, so it is always said that Mount Tashan is a very safe hill.

In the early years, Busca had been doing prey purchase business for a while, so he owned a hidden residence for the warehouse on Mount Inta.

During this time, Yeh had guessed that he was being held there by Busca. From the warehouse, he could only accommodate the fist-sized vents. He could occasionally hear some bird songs and saw that it had fallen from the inside. The leaves, so he guessed that the place he was in should be a manor filled with trees, but he did not expect it to be in the mountains.

The carriage stopped at a jungle in the foothills of Mount Inta, and Buska jumped out of the car. He looked around with a vigilant look. After confirming no one, it was difficult to walk into the jungle.

Kerry followed the jump from the car and tied the reins of the carriage to a big tree, followed by his father.

Compared with three months ago, the current Kerry looks like a lot of people, and the wounds that have been abused by the magic scrolls have been healed. Even the traces of fire on the face and body are in the famous bright magic. The teacher's treatment was completely restored, but he never had the spirit of the past. Because of the reason of using the guardian of war, his swordsman's realm fell from the fourth order to the third order, and there is no possibility of recovery.

Even worse, he was circulated by a second-order magician, which made him almost a joke in Stan. The originally promising guard of the city government was naturally dismissed. He still wore the city government. The armor distributed by the guards is only severely damaged, and has long since lived up to the previous glory.

The father who originally regarded him as a proud man was always swearing at him and making him feel depressed.

I thought that the wicked and awkward magician is now imprisoned here. Every time he comes here with his father, there will always be an unbearable anger in his heart, holding the long sword of the waist tightly, thinking The lesson to be blazed.

"If I play with him again, I will never lose to him..."

Every time he always thinks like this in his heart.

What he does not know is that such an opportunity is coming soon.

"Boss, you are here." There was a flat in the depths of the jungle. There was a wooden house built there. After hearing the footsteps, Locke hurried out of the wooden house. Every time Buska would come here, Take the magic scroll made by the leaf drop.

"How was the kid in these two days?" Busca wiped the sweat from his face. Although it had entered the autumn, the weather was still hot.

"These two days are honest. Every day, thirty magic scrolls are also completed on time." Locke replied with a smile. "It is still a few pieces of parchment."

"Hey, I don't care about those few pieces of paper. I will bring those magic scrolls to me." Busca said, looking at the narrow and stuffy wooden house, there was no plan to go in. Locke turned and rushed inside. Shouted a few times and asked Quinn to take out the completed magic scrolls.

There is a simple house in the wooden house. There is a staircase leading to the lower corner. The stairs are a ramp. At the end of the ramp is the warehouse where the leaves are held. Quinn is sitting outside the warehouse and sitting on a wooden chair. With a boring wine, he heard the sound of Locke, he snorted a few times in his mouth, and did not know what he said. Some rude "咣, 咣" knocked the iron door next to it: "The boss is coming, put The magic scrolls you have completed are taken out!"

With that said, Quinn got up and packed up a box next to it, which was the scroll that had been completed in the previous days. Every night, Yeh will send the completed 30 reels to the outside from the vents of the iron gate. Inside, it was estimated that there were hundreds of reels. After Quinn picked up the box, he looked at the iron gate with doubt, and there was no response on the other side.

He was annoyed with his feet and "squatting, squatting" and slammed the door twice. He shouted in his mouth: "Give me the finished reel. Didn't you hear it?"

Still no response.

Quinn’s face, which had been disfigured by the lightning attack, showed an angry look. He put down the wooden box in his hand and opened the vent to look inside the warehouse. He continued to shout: "You give What do I have to do with dumb, didn't I hear what I said, hurry up to me..."

The sound stopped abruptly ~lightnovelpub.net~ because... there is no one in the warehouse.

The small warehouse, at a glance, the bed and table bed, the pile of dilapidated garbage next to it, the dim light from the magic lights on the table can illuminate the whole space, but Quinn did not see the leaf in it.

This made Quin's face very shocked. In the morning, he also sent in for breakfast through the vent, but now how suddenly he disappeared?

Is it underground, or in the mountains, surrounded by hard rock, how can a second-order magician with a hand and a handless force escape from here?

After a short hesitation for a moment, Quinn finally decided to pull out the long sword at the waist with one hand, open the lock of the iron door with one hand, and then carefully walked in.

Imprisoned in the warehouse for three months, the air had a suffocating smell, and Quinn’s nervous hands held his long sword and scanned the situation in the warehouse.

"Bad boy, where are you? Don't want to hide..." He shouted in the direction of the bed, and if there was a place in the room to hide people, it could only be under the bed.

No one under the bed.

Quinn thought of the pile of rags hiding in the corner, so he turned and looked at the pile of ruin.

His expression suddenly stopped.

There was a rusty old armor in the corner, the broken old armor, even Quinn never cared, but now the armor suddenly stood up...

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