"Makarov is an S-Class Magician, and also one of the Ten Wizard Saints of the Ishgar Continent."
"Are you sure you can take him out with this one shot?"
"If you can't, then I'm afraid it's the two of us who will die."
"Let's just follow the client's request and deal with a few promising children."
Beck was a little unwilling, looking at the sleeping Makarov through the binoculars:
"That's a Ten Wizard Saints..."
"If we kill him, we'll be famous throughout the continent."
"This is the latest Magic firearm developed by the Empire. One shot can penetrate the skull of a A-Class Magic beast, the Tyrant Lion."
"Even Lord Val Icht, the 'Judge' among the Holy Shields, praised its power."
"Makarov's head can't be harder than the skull of an A-Class Magic beast, can it?"
Jeremy frowned tightly and said:
"Beck."
"Don't cause trouble."
"There isn't a single Magician who can cultivate to S-Class who can be easily dealt with."
Beck was slightly annoyed:
"So what?"
"Everyone is going to die. I'm just sending him on his way earlier."
After grumbling for a few sentences, Beck finally decided to listen to Jeremy:
"Fine, I'll listen to you."
"Let's deal with a few children and make Makarov, the Ten Wizard Saints, feel some pain."
"Hahahahaha."
Seeing this, Jeremy finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Beck would get a hot head and assassinate Makarov.
Their own Magic talent wasn't that great to begin with. A-Class was the limit for them in this life. If they didn't kill Makarov with one shot and he caught up to them, what would they use to fight him? They would definitely die.
That's a Ten Wizard Saints, one of the top figures on the Ishgar Continent.
Who knows if the bodies of guys who have cultivated Magic to that level have changed, or what peculiar effects their Magic has.
It wasn't like no one had taken a Magic sniper rifle before, confidently going to assassinate someone, shooting the target in the head, only for the target's head to instantly elementalize, and the bullet passed right through.
The Magic firearm instantly became scrap metal.
It is said that the assassin who died later died particularly horribly...
Jeremy didn't want to follow in that guy's footsteps. Compared to assassinating a Ten Wizard Saints to gain fame on the continent, it was better to honestly take out a few children, get the money, and leave.
Suddenly.
Jeremy's pupils shrank sharply.
Clang—
The firearm in his hand dropped to the ground. Sweat dripped uncontrollably from his forehead, and he didn't dare to move.
Beck was squatting on the ground, taking out the disassembled firearm, preparing to assemble it. Hearing the sound behind him, he couldn't help but turn around and mock:
"Jeremy."
"If you can't even hold a gun steady, you're not worthy of being my partner..."
Clang—the firearm in Beck's hand also dropped to the ground.
Looking at the expressionless woman staring at them, both of them recognized her as one of the targets, the S-Class Ice Magician, Ur...
Beck's mouth twitched, cold sweat streaming down. He raised his right hand with difficulty, trying to say hello:
His left hand suddenly reached towards his waist, his expression twisted:
"Die for me..."
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack—!!
Ice instantly spread upwards, and a lifelike ice sculpture appeared before Jeremy's eyes. Beck's hand didn't even touch the instant explosion bomb at his waist before he was frozen solid...
More than half of the hillside was frozen. Ur slowly exhaled a breath of cold air and looked at Jeremy:
"What about you?"
Jeremy had no intention of resisting at all. He raised his hands high:
"I surrender."
Oh god...
When did she sneak over? So close...
Fiore Kingdom, Northern Region.
Venedor City.
Located in the northern part of the Fiore Kingdom, situated on a vast and boundless plain, it is an important transportation hub connecting all cities in the northern Fiore Kingdom.
After several days of tracking, six of the eight known Dark Guilds in the Fiore Kingdom have been eliminated by Gar.
The traces of the remaining two Dark Guilds were cleaned up very thoroughly. Even though Gar summoned Arcanine, it only tracked them to Venedor City before the scent completely disappeared, making further tracking impossible.
Gar then directly entered Venedor City to rest there and investigate the situation.
After entering the city,
Gar hailed a carriage and first went to the Kelman Auction House in the city, preparing to sell some Magic items.
Inside the Kelman Auction House.
The appraiser, Freeman, was sprawled on the sofa in his office, constantly yawning.
Just then, there was a knock on the door from outside:
"Appraiser Freeman."
"A Magician named Gall Brons said he has a big order and needs you to come and see it personally."
Freeman jolted and immediately became energetic:
"Are you saying Gall Brons?"
"Quick! Invite him to the VIP room!"
"Make a list of all the strange and rare materials in the inventory and bring it to me!!!"
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