"Hmph!"
The Genie Sylas quickly flew back.
Then it shook its absurdly swollen body, and countless Ice Galls fell out from the mist, basically the same effect as a puppy shaking water off after a bath.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless Ice Galls dropped down and instantly piled up into a small hill.
Ethan roughly counted them. There were at least a thousand Ice Galls, and probably even more.
"Well? I can get this many in three breaths," The Genie Sylas glanced at Nostradamus in provocation and said, "Can you do it?"
"Heh! Three breaths and you only got this little?"
Nostradamus let out a cold laugh and said, "And you actually have the nerve to show it off? They say the older someone gets, the thicker their skin becomes. I didn't believe it before, but after hearing what you just said, I finally believe some sayings really aren't baseless!"
"You!", The Genie Sylas flew into a rage, "If you can do it, then go ahead!"
"I'll go then, I'll go. Just watch closely."
Nostradamus raised its stone eyebrow. Then its two sausage-like stone lips began muttering a chant, "Wind, please balabalabalaba!"
At the beginning, Ethan could still hear what Nostradamus was chanting, but later on he couldn't make it out anymore.
But did he care?
Not at all. Right now he was staring straight at the two Archmages, waiting for them to start fighting.
If they didn't fight, he would have to go over and add some fuel to the fire at the right moment. Otherwise if they stopped competing, the one who'd suffer a loss would be him.
Hoo~
When a few snowflakes drifted onto Ethan's face, he finally noticed that the wind had started blowing. And it was the kind that suddenly rises from flat ground.
As Nostradamus's incantation grew longer and longer, the whirlwind around it grew bigger and bigger as well. By the end, neither Ethan nor the villagers could even keep their eyes open.
"Wind, rise!"
Nostradamus shouted.
Everyone saw the whirlwind instantly act as if it had gained a mind of its own and quickly flew toward the snowy ground.
Wherever the wind passed, those Ice Galls would all be sucked into the tail of the whirlwind, then start spinning rapidly. The effect looked just like a washing machine washing crayfish.
The whirlwind moved extremely quickly. In just a few seconds, it had already made a full lap around the entire villa courtyard. It even automatically avoided the place where Mr. White was standing.
But the whirlwind didn't spare even the Ice Gall Mr. White had just fished up in his hand. It directly swept it into the wind and carried it away.
Wherever the wind passed, the snow was blown aside and the Ice Galls were all sucked up.
In roughly a few seconds, inside the small whirlwind over ten meters tall, countless Ice Galls had already been swept up.
Snap!
Nostradamus snapped its fingers again.
The small whirlwind seemed able to understand human speech and quickly spun its way back.
In the end it stopped beside the pile of Ice Galls that the Genie Sylas had gathered. The wind vanished, and countless Ice Galls fell from the sky, piling up into another hill, one twice the size of Sylas's Ice Gall mountain.
"Hehe! See that?", Nostradamus lifted its head high and said, "This is what you call catching Ice Galls. I even let you go first, and yet the number you brought back isn't even half of mine. With that, you still dare to call yourself the strongest?"
"Bullshit! Wasn't I trying to demonstrate what it means to catch the most Ice Galls in the shortest time?", The Genie Sylas argued unwillingly, "Why don't you look at how much time you spent catching Ice Galls, and how much time I spent catching them! If I had spent as much time as you did, I definitely would've caught more than you!"
"Oh really?", Nostradamus sneered, "If you've got the ability, catch some right now and let me see!"
"Catch what now? The Ice Galls in this ground have already been plowed clean by you, you production team donkey. What the hell am I supposed to catch now?"
"If you can't do it, just say so. Why make excuses?"
"When did I ever say I couldn't!"
"You just can't…"
The two Archmages started arguing again.
Meanwhile Ethan crept over with a sly grin. Of course he wasn't there to break up the fight, but to add a sentence, "Two Archmages, I think the main issue is that my territory here is too small. It's not enough for the two of you to compete."
"But outside the villa there's a vast, boundless world. I think that place is more suitable for the two of you to compete."
"And both of you feel that the time spent and the number caught aren't fair, right?"
"So I suggest the two of you set a one-hour time limit. Then see who catches the most within that hour. Whoever wins, everyone will recognize them as the number one in the world."
"What do you two Archmages think?"
"Hm?"
Nostradamus and Sylas both looked at Ethan at the same time.
In Nostradamus's eyes, a faint glimmer of insight appeared, as if it had noticed the wisdom Ethan was hiding. But Sylas immediately said, "I think this idea is pretty good! It's settled then. Whoever gets the most Ice Galls in one hour is the number one in the world."
"I feel like…"
Just as Nostradamus started to speak, Ethan immediately cut him off, "Master, you have to work hard! I believe you can definitely defeat Sylas. You're the best!"
"Heh! The best my ass. I think it simply doesn't dare to compete," Sylas added more fuel to the fire, "If it doesn't dare, then hurry up and admit I'm number one in the world!"
"Who says I don't dare? With you, you think you deserve to be number one in the world!"
After being mocked by Sylas, whatever glimmer of wisdom Nostradamus had was instantly burned away by anger.
Then the two of them flew out of the villa like birds.
Outside was dangerous.
Ethan naturally wasn't stupid enough to run after them. After all, those two were Archmages, while he was nothing more than a trembling little fisherman waiting for the snipe and the clam to fight.
So Ethan looked at the Ice Galls the two Archmages had produced and said, "Everyone, get your tools ready. Let's deal with this pile of Ice Galls first. Tonight we'll eat Ice Gall dishes."
"Thank you, Lord."
All the villagers were overjoyed.
Meanwhile Mr. White looked somewhat enviously at the two small Ice Gall mountains placed beside the cafeteria, his eyes filled with jealousy.
Then he silently lowered his head again and used his fishing net, continuing to scoop and scoop and scoop.
But… After the ground had been plowed clean by two Archmages, how could there possibly be any fish that slipped through the net?
Mr. White fished for a long time, yet still didn't manage to catch anything.
In frustration, he threw the net in his hand aside and cursed, "Damn it! This is too damn annoying! I finally found a place with Ice Galls and thought I could make a fortune. Are they not letting people live anymore."
"Mr. White, please calm down," Ethan walked over to Mr. White with a smile, "Professional matters should be handled by professionals. After these Ice Galls are salvaged, I'll take ninety percent and you take ten percent. How about you help sell them?"
"Thirty-seventy!", Mr. White immediately started bargaining.
"Then forget it. I'll just eat them myself."
"Twenty-eighty, that's the most," Mr. White quickly stopped Ethan and said, "And I still have to handle storage and transportation. This money won't be easy for me to earn."
"Alright, deal!"
Ethan nodded in agreement. After all, the Ice Galls were basically picked up for free anyway. Free money was still money.
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