Another World's Versatile Crafting Master

Zhuang Bifan

Chapter 85 - The Winner

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The applause in the square lasted for a long time—until Lin Li walked up to the stand with a smile.

When Lin Li stepped onto the stands, the square suddenly quieted down and everyone automatically made way for him. Eyes filled with all sorts of emotions—curiosity, envy, admiration and awe—fell on the face of the young mage. No one knew the background of this young Magic Shooter who had appeared like a comet; no one knew what else he could do.

They knew only one thing—after this duel, this young Magic Shooter would be the most dazzling star in Jarrosus!

Lin Li walked up to the stand surrounded by various looks. He greeted the audience with a smile first, then went straight into the crowd and found Gerian, who was jumping and shouting.

"Call a few Magic Shooters from the guild to go to the Merlin Family with me. There're two people I have to look for." When Lin Li finished his sentence, he suddenly saw that the place where Old Merlin had been sitting was already empty. He could not help but ask, "Where's Old Merlin?"

"Eh?" Gerian turned around and realized that his old rival Matthew had left unknowingly. But now that the result was certain, Gerian couldn't care less about Old Merlin. So what if he was an Archmage? Gerian could drink a bottle of Awakening Potion and throw another one away and still be able to tire him to death. The old fellow grinned lewdly. "He must have hidden away to cry after seeing that his son has died…

"Oh right, whom are you looking for at the Merlin Family?"

"I have two friends captured by Cromwell."

"b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l! That little b.a.s.t.a.r.d Cromwell has guts, stirring things up when he was going to die anyway. Come, I will go with you. I'll be just in time to see that fool Matthew crying his head out… Haha!"

"You're experienced…"

It was less than two hours after the end of the duel; the leaders of the forces who had just returned home received a message almost at the same time—Gerian came out for a walk again!

Gerian, who was riding high, was walking ahead of the crowd. He swaggered with his obese body as if afraid that others might not see his upstart temperament. Walking beside him was the winner of the duel at the Daylight Square, the one who had just defeated a level-fourteen Magic Shooter—Felic.

But the young mage seemed to constantly have a helpless smile on his face, and looked as if he wanted to stay away from Gerian…

And behind these two people was a group of Magic Shooters who looked ferocious like a pack of wolves.

Over the past ten days, it had been these wolf-like Magic Shooters who had vividly and intuitively demonstrated what a bandit was like to everyone.

Everyone in Jarrosus City was kept on their toes as soon as this group of people came out from the Emerald Tower.

Up to half an hour later, the leaders of the forces finally relaxed.

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For they had received news that the people from the Guild of Magic had arrived at the Merlin Family.

"Scram far! You are not qualified to talk to me yet, get Matthew out!"

Before Evan could speak, one of the mages could not tolerate it any longer; he was almost pointing at Gerian's nose as he denounced, "Gerian, the Merlin Family is not a place you can run berserk at, scram back to your Guild of—"


Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by a burning fireball with a long flaming tail in tow. How could he, a level-ten mage, withstand the strength of an Archmage? Almost in an instant, the unlucky mage had turned into ashes under the burning fireball.

There was a sudden silence in the street. Evan had an incredulous look on his face. He knew that the Guild of Magic was a sun at high noon at present and that Gerian had always been arrogant, but he had never thought that this fat old man would be so unbridled and tyrannical to such extent. He was standing in the Merlin Family's sphere of influence and killed someone when he felt like it, totally disregarding the Merlin Family.

The fireball was like a bucket of cold water pouring over Evan's head. He finally remembered what day it was…

The young pharmacist was standing there, safe and sound. That meant Cromwell… The look on Evan's face suddenly froze.

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