The broken leg was placed on a haystack and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss. He just squinted his eyes and lay weakly, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

When Roland walked to him, his eyes widened slightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "You have pity in your eyes. Do you think I might not be able to get through?"

Roland really had this idea. Now he is in the wild and has a serious injury with a broken leg. Similar to sepsis, tetanus can easily make people lose their lives.

Of course, he had a superficial understanding of the world and was not sure whether the world had these two diseases.

"You will definitely get better." Roland can only say that.

He tried to make his tone and expression look respectful. The other party was a mage at least. Although his previous performance was not outstanding, judging from the attitude of the sergeant commander Hrud, the mage's status is quite high, so it is absolutely right to express respect.

"Ha~~ Of course I will get better." Miller smiled and turned his eyes to Weiss behind Roland: "Who is she?"

"She is my...sister."

As soon as Roland finished speaking, he heard a gentle voice of objection coming from behind: "It's obviously my sister."

Although it is true, unfortunately the voice is too light, no one can hear it clearly except Roland.

"Oh~"

Miller nodded. He was not very interested in the shy and weak little girl, and his attention quickly turned back to Roland: "I heard Kenster say, are you an enchanter?"

"Yes." Roland nodded. He didn't know why Miller asked, but these were facts and there was nothing to hide.

Miller chuckled, and a ray of light flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes: "That's interesting, I've never heard of an enchantist who can use flame spells!"

Roland felt that the situation was not very good, but why wasn't it? He currently had too little information and could not think of it at all. He could only ask directly: "What [new] flame spell?"

Miller's smile turned cold and his voice became heavier: "I'm still pretending to be confused with me? Or do you think I'm the same as the Sergeant, and I know nothing about magic?"

The abnormal movement here immediately attracted the attention of others. Several soldiers turned to look at him. An alert soldier still looked alert on his face, and his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

The atmosphere was wrong, quite wrong. Roland knew that there must be some misunderstandings in this. He must explain it clearly as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable today.

He looked upright and said seriously: "Dear mage, I don't know why it aroused your hostility. But I am really an enchantist, and the flame spell in your mouth was learned by chance from a spell scroll. I didn't know in advance that it was a flame spell. The previous concealment... I just don't want to attract too much attention."

He said seriously and his expression was not fake at all, but Miller's face became colder: "The spells learned on the spell scroll? It's ridiculous! If it were other types of spells, such as enchantment, alchemy, spiritual sense, and even curse-type spells, I might believe your words, but you are using flame spells, violent and wild. With your own strength, how could you tame this beast?!"

Before Roland could explain, Miller shouted sternly: "Say, is it Vermiya taught you... No, Vermiya can't teach you. He can't control the flame spell at all. It's not Vermiya... No one will teach you in this wilderness. There is only one possibility, that is, you have made a deal with the evil god!"

"..." Roland was dumbfounded.

Even the evil god was pulled out, which was too a turning point, completely beyond Roland's psychological expectations.

"Young man, your astonished expression tells me that my guess should be not far from the truth. Soldiers, come here, arrest him, take him back to Turin, and leave it to the magic supervision committee to carefully review it!"

Miller did not give Roland any time to react. He made a series of consecutive punches and directly defeated Roland from a hero who defeated Vermia to a prisoner who traded with the evil god.

Five soldiers had already surrounded them. They all heard Miller's words and believed them. At this time, they all held the steel sword in their hands tightly, looking alert.

Roland believed that as long as he had any abnormal movements, there would definitely be five steel swords on him in the next moment.

Weiss was frightened and shivered on Roland's back.

Miller shouted: "Warriors, be careful. Once you find that he has signs of casting spells, kill him immediately!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone was afraid, and the surviving prisoners were even more frightened and ran away from Roland.

Sergeant Chief Hrud was finally alarmed and strode over and asked, "Miller, what happened?"

Taking advantage of this gap, Roland said quickly: "Master, please give me a chance to defend myself!"

Miller directly rejected: "There is nothing to say, young man!"

The Sergeant Chief Hrud was still confused. He admired Roland very much, and said, "Miller, what's wrong? OK, why did it suddenly happen?"

Miller sneered: "Master Sergeant, you probably don't know that when this young man killed Vermia, he used not a phlogist potion, but a flame spell?"

A look of extreme shock suddenly appeared on Hrud's face: "What did you say, flame spell?!"

He stared at Roland with his eyes widened and said, "How did you release the flame spell? You didn't have anything in your hand at that time. Did you put it empty-handed? How could this be possible? Mage Miller, who was wearing a torn dress on him, without a staff or a scroll, how could he release such a powerful flame spell?"

He was very excited and almost incoherent.

Roland has been observing the reactions of Miller and Hrude. Their expressions were not fake. They should not be intentional acting to harm him. Then we can only say that in this world, flame spells seem to be some kind of taboo. Even if they are not taboos, they are definitely not something that ordinary mages can use.

In this world, it seems incredible to release flame spells without using tools.

Miller sneered: "Sergeant, I have the same doubts as you. However, when Vermia died, I clearly felt a violent mana storm. This mana is very violent and will only appear when the flame-like spell is released. Trust me, as a qualified official mage, I will never make low-level mistakes in this simple detail."

At this point, Roland knew that the situation was critical and his situation was very dangerous. If he had an inappropriate reaction, he might have ended up with a corpse on the spot.

Thinking of this, his body remained motionless, trying not to stimulate the warriors who had been scared out of psychological shadows by the spell, and his tone also tried to ease: "Master Sergeant, I'm sorry for my previous concealment. But I have no malice. If you still believe me, please give me a chance to prove your innocence."

He spoke earnestly, and when the sergeant commander Hrud heard this, his face calmed down and he was about to agree.

Miller hurriedly shouted: "Hrud, be sober, don't bewitched by him! He released the flame spell with empty hands, and there is only one reasonable explanation, that is, he has had a deal with the evil god. Such a person's soul has been defiled by the evil god and cannot believe a word!"

Hrude showed hesitation and silence.

Everyone looked at him, and Roland stared at him, waiting for him to make the final decision.

At the same time, he was also secretly prepared. If he really couldn't argue at all, he would have to find a way to run away.

He can release 2 more in the Fist of Fire.
Chapter completed!