Bailén 40

  Due to getting drunk quickly, everyone sent Penny to a village hut to rest early. Thanks to years of monk apprentice training, Penny was able to make up for his sleep quickly, so the sleeping time wasn't long. When he opened his eyes, it was only midnight. He heard a rustling sound by his ear and saw a small silver-white ball moving around on his package. As soon as the little thing noticed Penny opening his eyes, it lifted its head, and Penny saw the golden dust on its teeth. His eyelids twitched, and he snatched the package back, seeing the metal scraps under the package, he was speechless with grief.

  Of the few hundred gold coins that were left, a small portion had vanished into thin air, leaving only a tiny bit of glittering dust. A little mouse with shiny silver fur and blue eyes blinked at Penny, holding in its paws half a coin with teeth marks on it, looking utterly innocent.

  A mouse's teeth grow throughout its life, so it must constantly gnaw on hard objects to wear them down.

  Obviously, ordinary wooden products cannot satisfy this freakishly hard-toothed mutant mouse. Earlier, Penny had discovered that it liked to gnaw on metal, from buttons, pocket knives, all the way to silver and gold coins...

  Those who spoil their pets can't bear to hurt them.

  Penny Xi couldn't help but laugh and cry, and could only helplessly stroke the mouse's head to educate it: "Don't gnaw on these things anymore...the prices in the North aren't cheap..."

  The mouse squeaked and nodded, but still stuffed the remaining half piece of gold coin into its mouth, chomping a few times before swallowing it down.

  Its intelligence is not low, and it understands the principle of not wasting.

  Penny rolled her eyes, counted the packages, and found that there were more than a hundred gold coins missing. The pile was several times the size of a small mouse's body. It was really unknown where the mouse's belly led to.

  "Let's just call you Bell then." Penny counted the remaining gold coins, stroked the mouse's back hair in distress, and closed her eyes for her daily meditation that was as unshakeable as a thunder strike.

  A personally established demonic web link, if not maintained from time to time, will malfunction like a long-unused computer, making it difficult to gain power points and mysteriously downgrading.

  Sometimes this meditation also brings various surprises, such as now Penny is behind the second layer of magic net and sees a glowing curtain-like giant light shadow. This surprise almost made him jump up, fortunately, his calm work was still okay, suppressing the impulse to open his eyes, his heart still racing non-stop.

  The ability to cast third-level spells is the minimum standard for a formal member of the Red Robe Mages.

  In the concept of Fa Shi, the practitioner has reached this level and can remove the apprentice sign.

  Now, Penny can proudly call herself a legal master.

  After all, what kind of magic should he learn? Pan Ni was somewhat at a loss. He didn't have any ready-made magic materials in his hands because he hadn't expected this promotion to come so quickly.

  However, he was not entirely without a plan. The few scrolls of spells he had prepared to deal with the Qixi Master were still unused. Among them, the third-level defensive spell "Dispel Magic" was a compulsory spell that Panni thought was worth studying. He decided to study it over the next few days. But then he thought again and realized he needed to prepare an attacking spell as well, so his mind turned to the famous Fireball Spell.

  In some games of the previous generation, fireball techniques were a trademark of mages. As a mage, not being able to throw fireballs is almost unthinkable. Some organizations even created the mysterious cult of the Five Fireball Gods to express their reverence for fireball techniques.

  Even Panni thinks it's a pity that as a monk he won't be able to use fireballs.

  Moreover, he lacks effective attack spells, and due to his distrust of low-level spell damage capabilities, the spells he chooses tend to be control-oriented. The reason why Fireball is considered a signature spell of the Plastic Arts is that its practicality among the spells at this stage is indeed excellent, and it's not difficult to learn (most Plastic Arts spells are like this). If Penny wants to quickly master a third-level spell, studying the Fireball spell is indeed a good choice.

  Panny carried a scroll of fireballs and walked to the outside of the village, just about to cast a spell - when using a scroll to study magic, one must first experience the process of the scroll guiding the magic. However, as he walked under the moonlight to the outskirts of the village, he found a familiar figure crouching under the canopy of a small riverbank tree.

  Taking a closer look, the poet had a lewd expression on his face, with an oil painting brush dipped in oil paint writing and drawing on a piece of cowhide paper, wholeheartedly doing his professional work.

  Panni gazed in the direction indicated by the painting, and indeed saw a girl's figure soaking in the blooming river water upstream. He furrowed his brow, beginning to assess just how robust one's physique would need to be to bathe naked in such a cold region. Due to reading more books in this life than in his previous one, his eyes were inevitably somewhat nearsighted. Although his perception made up for the inadequacy of his field of vision, it was still rather strenuous to clearly discern the details of a specific object at a distance. He tilted his head to glance at Anel's canvas, where the girl revealed half her back, with tension filling the smooth lines beneath, and seemingly enormous energy flowing under her pale skin.

  The misty vapor of ice water scattered under the stimulation of body temperature was also dotted with a few strokes by the poet, which set off a kind of transcendent beauty.

  "In front of it is also surging ~" Anier smiled slyly, and at the same time, he used pink ink to dot a stroke on the girl's chest, from thick to thin, instantly bursting out infinite spring colors, the whole oil painting came alive. Pan Ni looked at the girl in the river again, then lowered her head to look at Anier's work, and her tongue gradually felt dry.

  "Behold, how my art has turned out?" The minstrel sketched a few strokes to capture the Saint Warrior's slightly distracted expression and glanced back at the mage with satisfaction.

  "Not bad! Not bad, worthy of a professional rogue." Penny nodded in approval, this feeling has been absent for a long time, it's like the atmosphere of a dormitory discussion during university days when a group of guys would study A-rated movies, only now the object and material are different.

  "So you'd better show some respect, kid." Anel shot Panni a sidelong glance: "Don't address me with terms like 'rascal'."

  "Isn't 'hooligan' a term of respect for you?" Panni looked surprised.

  "Never mind, I won't argue with you." Anel shook his head helplessly, stood up, and handed the paintbrush to Penny: "Hold this for me, I'm going to the restroom."

  "Wait!" Panni took over the brush, immediately feeling that something was wrong, stretched out his hand to stop him, but couldn't catch up with the agile body of the poet. Just as he thought of running away, he heard an angry voice behind him:

  "Mr. Xi'an, how could you do something so unethical?"

  Penny awkwardly turned his head, saw the girl's head sticking out of the water, her face flushed red staring at him, he scratched his head awkwardly: "Sorry, I just happened to pass by, it was that rascal who was peeking at you."

  He didn't hesitate to sell out the poet, but in his heart he wasn't very confident either, because now he was standing next to the evidence with a brush in hand, it could be said that both the person and the goods were caught, and he believed that people of average intelligence wouldn't easily let him off.

  "But Serra's expression relaxed: 'I knew it was like this.'"

  "Do you believe me?" Penny asked in surprise.

  "I know Mr. Stefan is a rogue and Mr. Xian is a good man of high integrity." Cera smiled: "So it's definitely not going to happen."

  "That's not necessarily true." Penny curled her lip, thinking about the reaction just now. Compared to some famous gentlemen with the surname Liu in the history of China, he was still far from qualified.

  "In short, I believe Mr. Xien." Cera nodded and clenched her fist: "I will definitely settle the account with Mr. Stefanini."

  "He'd be thrilled if he knew." Penny said with a malicious grin, glancing at Cera before turning back around: "Are you sure you don't need to put some clothes on?"

  Cera looked down and found that her movements were too big, the ice block and branches that covered her chest had lost their effect, and her face turned even redder. She had felt something was wrong earlier and hurriedly came to investigate, but hadn't put on her armor yet. Now that she was reminded, she hastily swam upstream.

  Pannie let out a breath, and suddenly heard the upstream transmission of the Saint Warrior's scream. He ran over to see Serra holding a pile of metal armor parts, staring at one small cluster of silver-white fur in shock and anger.

  Lord B?ren apparently didn't care about the holy warrior's anger, plucked a piece of debris from his helmet and casually put it in his mouth to chew on. As he did this, his fur and tail moved rhythmically, his posture elegant and calm. He swallowed the metal fragment, and even spat out the shredded lining that had been chewed into a ball.

  Pangni immediately became anxious, never expecting that his own demonic pet would find food here. This responsibility was something he couldn't avoid no matter what. He grabbed the tail and lifted up the gluttonous Lord Belen:

  "Sorry, sorry, I didn't take good care of my pet, it's my fault."

  "Th-th-this..." Sera hugged the armor that had been bitten into a pile of tatters, tears welling up in her eyes: "This is the war armor bestowed upon me by His Eminence himself... I..."

  "Really sorry." Pennie angrily twisted the tail and spun the mouse around twice: "Just kill it to avenge your war armor."

  "Squeak!" Beren let out a sharp cry, biting down on Penny's tiger mouth. Penny let out a pained yelp, the mouse slipping from his grasp and falling to the ground. It scurried away in three or two dashes, disappearing into the woods. Penny's face turned even darker.

  Although Bailen spared his life, two drops of fresh blood still flowed from the tiger's mouth, and half of his palm was numb.

  "Alright, Mr. Xien." Sela hugged her armor and wiped her eyes: "A warrior should never leave their armor and long sword at any time, after all it's my fault, I will accept the lesson."

  Ben heard this and felt even more embarrassed. If the Holy Warrior was some kind of unreasonable creature, he could have just ignored him, but this made his guilt grow exponentially.

  Someone was taking a nice bath, and he got 'peeped' on, his armor was gnawed into pieces by his pet, and he still wants to forgive him. This this this, Penny feels like she's just a beast.

  Although it is passive.

  The holy warrior stayed in the water and didn't come out for a long time. His face seemed even redder.

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