In a alley in New York, Barsazer was unkempt and wearing a dirty windbreaker, leaning quietly against the wall. He was like a homeless man, and anyone who saw him had to walk around.

You can't afford to offend the American empire's homeless man because you never know what these homeless man did before and what big things that would do in the future.

For example, the one in front of him is the old monster who has lived for more than a thousand years. In a few minutes, he will seal a passerby who accidentally entered the cluster into a box, which is terrible to think about.

However, a certain king said that he dared to provoke because he was also a kind of person he could not provoke, a time traveler in China who enjoyed a famous Chinese state in all worlds.

In the future, when you go to Liang Kingdom, you can also see how high school students in the island country cannot provoke law. Are they really that awesome?

A minute later, a middle-aged man holding a pen made of crystal in his hand and walked into the alley writing and drawing on his notebook.

When he saw the homeless man not far away, he immediately stopped, held his breath, and slowly turned around without hesitation.

"I've come here, let's go now? Don't you have a good chat?" Gray appeared from behind, blocking his retreat, and smiling.

"What are you doing? I'm just passing by. I'll call the police like this." The middle-aged mage was so nervous that he felt a little panicked, and his face was as if he had put himself in an ordinary role, and his performance was vivid.

"If you are an ordinary person, you will pass by. Unfortunately, you are not an ordinary person. If you have such poor acting skills, don't act. How embarrassing it will be to be exposed? Are you?" Gray took out a spear from behind and gently wiped the tip of the gun, "Give you another chance, so good things."

Barsazer shook his head, walked over from behind to form a surround with Gray, and spoke lightly, "You don't have to pretend in front of me, we know Foster!"

Damn it, didn’t you look at this place? Who wants to know you?

Foster immediately put on a smile with a surprised and gratified face, "Barsazze, how could it be you? Sorry, I thought I had met a criminal just now? I didn't expect it was you. Where have you been in the past ten years?"

But he leaned against the alley and faced the two of them, and was full of vigilance, not at all like an old friend who should be together.

Although this will not be able to achieve the most effective defense, it will not expose the back to anyone.

"I think you should know, after all, you are here to find me, aren't you?" Barsaz sneered.

"No, I just passed by here, I was about to go home, my wife made me a steak. You guys chat slowly, I'll leave first."

"When you go back, there is no need to do that. We have a better place for you. Cooperate with you so that you won't suffer." Gray shook his head slightly, saying that he had prepared the best service for him, and he was the only way to check in with his bag.

"Don't go too far. I just came for a generous reward. I never thought of really finding you. Let me leave and just pretend that nothing has happened. I will not tell you about your situation to Hoffas." Foster said quickly, wanting to ask for and.

Bassaze alone is enough to deal with him. Now there is another powerful magician. How can he beat him? Isn’t that going to die?

He is just dealing with inquiries, not to die.

It's nonsense to let him deal with a thousand-year-old monster. Now he's blocked by two people, so he won't fight for a little bit of magical materials.

Both of them shook their heads and showed up. How could they let you go back? Isn’t that stupid?

"I can make an oath and never give your news." Foster said anxiously: "Otherwise, if there is a stir, Hoffas will definitely notice you. If you let me go, I will never go out. I will have the best of both worlds, right?"

Barsazze continued to approach, "If we don't want you to inform us, we just don't come out on our own initiative. Why are we waiting for you here? Don't worry, I won't kill you, and I'll let you out when this matter is over."

"Are you really not afraid of me causing trouble? At worst, you can die together." Foster was sweating profusely. He held a crystal pen with a fierce look on his face.

Gray didn't want to talk too much nonsense, but Barsazer insisted on verbal guidance and told them that they would come out soon if they didn't resist.

But in the real situation, who will really surrender and not resist in the face of this situation?

As for whether there will be any trouble, Barsazze has a crystal called the silent barrier on his hand. As long as it is activated, the sound within this range cannot be heard within fifty meters, as if it is isolated from this place.

That's why he would accompany him to talk so much nonsense, otherwise he would have been stealing behind his back long ago... It would be better to start first.

Seeing that their negotiations were not going well, it was probably necessary to repeat the previous plot. Gray was ready early. He just waited for the cup to be the number, and then the swords and axes came out and stepped forward to chop the guy in front of him into meat paste.

"It's arranged here..." Before Basazze finished speaking, he saw Gray's body turning into a afterimage, and in a blink of an eye it appeared in front of Foster, and his spear roared like a stick.

Obviously, this is because of Bassaze, otherwise he would not have chosen to hit, but chose to stab, and could instantly pierce several transparent holes on his body.

"You..." Foster was shocked and angry. He never expected that this person would suddenly take action during negotiations. It was too unpretentious. What about the etiquette between the mages? Do not teach etiquette nowadays? Just like a barbarian.

But no matter how shocked and angry he was, the spear had been shot down. If he did not resist, he might die here. So with a wave of the crystal pen, a transparent magic shield blocked his head.

The magic shield was extremely tough. When the spear was shot, it was only slightly transformed and successfully protected the mage below.

"Grey, I'm not finished speaking yet." Barsazer was dissatisfied, but his hands were not slow. He raised his hand and a thunder ball shot at Foster for a moment.

"Two fight one, shameless." Foster shouted, blushing, holding up a shield again with his face, feeling extremely anxious, defense was his limit, and there was no way to fight back. If this continues, he will lose sooner or later.

"Damn it, I wouldn't have greed for that little material if I had known it. Now I'm going to spend my life in it."

Just when he thought it would be a stalemate, the mage took a new move. While holding the spear, he kicked his body hard.

Half of the kick, a raging flame ignited on his feet, and his lethality increased to a higher level.

Originally, the main defense of the magic shield was concentrated on resisting the spear above. Gray's kick was a weakness attack, instantly breaking the balance point of this magic shield, and then causing the entire magic shield to shatter.

After the magic shield was removed, Gray's kick on him was not too heavy, but he still kicked him to the ground and screamed.

The magician's physical fitness is quite good compared to that of ordinary people, but he can't compare with the real warrior. Foster feels that most of his life is lost on this kick.

Can magic still be used like this? Foster's mind is full of question marks. Although the American mages are melee mages, they are melee spell casting, which can add a small amount of melee scenes. How can you bless the spell to yourself to fight? Excessive!

Barsazer came over, looked at the autistic Foster and sighed, silently opened a wooden box and put it in.
Chapter completed!