Natalie's magical growth record

Chapter 187 Extra () [Time]·Dawn under the clouds

"Yo, here?"

In the bustling tavern, a young man wearing a white shirt and slightly curly black short hair was lazily leaning on a small wooden chair in the corner of the tavern, crossing his legs carelessly while holding a cup of wine in his mouth. Holding a cigarette, he looked at the various crowds in the tavern with half-squinted eyes while puffing out smoke rings comfortably.

Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of a black figure who was very different from these young men and women in the lively crowd. I quickly adjusted my somewhat frivolous sitting posture, freed up one hand and casually greeted the man with a hood. With a stern face, he walked leisurely through the numerous pedestrians and met the slender figure walking towards him.

"kindness."

The late-arriving young man just nodded slightly without saying much. After taking his seat, he put down his hood, then like many other customers in the tavern, he raised his hand to greet the waiter and ordered a bottle of wine.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

The waitress wearing a black light fabric short skirt had a charming smile on her face, bowed slightly and asked softly in the young man's ear.

"I do not need it, thank you."

Unexpectedly, the young man with slightly messy hair remained unmoved at all. When the waiter was about to uncork the wine bottle for him, he changed his previous decadent look and frowned, giving a sharp glance and a faint warning.

"Yes…"

Caught off guard by the young man's sudden change of intimidating aura, the waitress couldn't help but shuddered and was stunned. Only then did she withdraw her unnecessary action, and with the fear that had not yet receded, she remained silent. He quietly stepped away from the sight of the two people at the table.

"You scared that little girl, you're famous..."

Another young man who until just now had maintained an air of having nothing to do with him suddenly became interested. He nudged the young man in black opposite him with his elbow. He deliberately raised his voice in an attempt to impress the other man with his relaxed mood. The depressing atmosphere was dispelled.

"Those things of yours." However, the young man in black who was targeted did not even look at the carefree look of the person opposite him. He just used the power of his fingers to open the cork of the wine bottle at hand, and his movements were gentle and uncomplicated. Adding wine to his glass, he glanced at the space bracelet on his right wrist with his sharp, warning gaze, and continued to complete what he had not finished, "What else do you want?" Bar?"

"Yes, of course!" After saying that, the idle young man simply put down the cigarette in his hand, stubbed out the cigarette butt, and for the first time restrained the frivolous look on his face, and sat upright and said, "But, you won't be able to solve it if you keep doing this. No problem, that person won’t be happy if he sees it.”

"Garold, it's not your turn to take care of my affairs as a defeated subordinate!"

The young man in black clenched his fists, endured it, and finally allowed the other party to finish his words gracefully. Then he picked up the wine glass in front of him and lightly reminded the young man opposite him.

"You!" The young man in white, who was called Jarod because he was caught off guard and exposed his dark history, exploded. At that moment, regardless of his face outside, he grabbed the wine glass from the opponent's hand and cursed, " I tell you, Cyrus Ernest, don’t be shameless, if I hadn’t been protecting you during this period, you would have starved to death on the streets!”

"Okay, I understand what you mean, excuse me."

The young man in black named Cyrus simply put on his hood and straightened his cloak, intending to end the trade talks that should have helped him survive the economic crisis.

"Stop, when did I say you can leave!"

Ignoring the surprised looks from the passers-by around him, Jarod left some money on the table and chased him out without saying a word, calling him to stop him.

"Go back, I don't want to waste time."

Sensing the unusual noise behind him, the decadent young man under the hood frowned uncontrollably and stopped. At the same time, he opened a defensive magic circle with one hand that was almost the same height as the flames and easily blocked this wave of angry fire elements. magic. "Go back? Yes! If you have the ability, you can defeat me first. If you can defeat me now, I promise not to embarrass you in the future!"

Jarod snorted contemptuously, and continued to move his hands, enlarging and brightening the bright red magic circle in front of him, intending to release a new attack that was even worse than the one just now, to injure the opponent. of vigor.

boom--

Just like the previous situation, the imposing large ball of flame disappeared completely the moment it touched the defensive magic circle of the young man in black.

"Why don't you fight back? Don't you even have the guts to fight back now?"

Jarod was furious again, kicked the ground under his feet, and used the unformed flame in his hand to swing a slender, high-energy slash straight at the head of the young man in black.

"Well, you have indeed grown a lot compared to 5 years ago."

Ignoring the other party's verbal attacks, seeing this wave of attacks that seemed familiar to him, the young man under the hood smiled with some nostalgia, then gently raised his left hand and ruthlessly removed the Defend the magic circle and rearrange it to form a slender blade-shaped flame to fight back.

"Of course, isn't it just the fine operation of magic? Now I can do it!"

After speaking, Jarod raised his right hand, and with increasing anger, he quickly condensed the magic elements to form a large shuriken. Then, with all his strength, he yelled and shot towards the direction of the young man in black. Hit it hard.

"Star Song," Cyrus paused, a moment of complicated emotions flashing through his eyes, and then he completed the name of the move that had not been used for more than half a year, "Curtain."

After finishing the sentence, I saw him take two steps back, lowered his body slightly, made a gesture of unsheathing the sword, put all the strength in his hand, and used the spherical flame in his hand to strike like a sword. They lined up like that, and then quickly swung an arc-shaped flame with a beautiful trajectory in the direction of the flame shuriken in the air, approaching the direction where the shuriken flame fell.

However, the two powerful attacks that were supposed to collide and compete with each other did not meet as expected by Jarod. Looking at it again, the arc-shaped flame that should have hit his attack according to the planned development is like a dazzling dancer, stepping on graceful and melodious dance steps without any external support, spinning and swaying out sporadic waves. The sparks formed a barrier like a curtain of water to resist the menacing flame shuriken that was so close at hand.

"Poetry of the Moon: New Moon."

As these words that were so calm to the core fell, the next moment, the rotating flames in the sky gradually forced back the shurikens. He suddenly stopped his rotation, followed the flaw he had caught, and compared this figure with it. The flames of shurikens that were too big were suddenly shot out.

"How is it possible? Didn't you bring your sword with you? How could such a thing be possible with the delicate operation of magic!"

After five years, he once again felt a deep sense of frustration at the hands of this young sage assistant. Jarod couldn't help but once again asked a question full of unwillingness and surprise.

"As long as you believe enough in everything you have mastered, reverse application of this level is actually not difficult." After successfully repelling the opponent's magic that could be regarded as a fatal blow, Cyrus turned around again and raised his head. With his right hand, he took out a palm-sized wooden box from the space bracelet and threw it into the hands of the young man in white. "Remember to pay the amount within three days."

"Hey, I underestimated you."

Sensing the young man's fighting skills that had not deteriorated in such a decadent state, Jarod took the wooden box thrown at him with complicated emotions, shook his head, and left the area where the opponent's barrier magic was deployed...

　Sorry, I just realized that I uploaded it wrong. Anyway, I’ll give you the last extra chapter I wrote before, and I’ll add the main text tomorrow.

　　
  　
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