CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 40: THE FOOLISH

"Alright Lisa, why waste words on this idiot?"

A handsome young magic apprentice stepped forward, lightly patting Lisa’s buttocks in front of everyone.

Then he looked at Andrew: "Your method of taking down Grace was quite impressive! But Andrew, if you think this little tactic would surprise or scare us, you’re too naive. As disciples of Mentor Hubert, who among us hasn’t kept some secrets up their sleeve?

You know Pete, that guy, right? Haha, at least I know, that guy definitely isn’t at an intermediate magic apprentice level. By the way, where is he if he hasn’t shown up by now..."

Whatever this young magic apprentice said afterward, whatever Lisa said, and whatever the surrounding magic apprentices laughed and discussed about—

Andrew didn’t listen anymore.

"So, is this why you find me amusing?"

"Not because I demonstrated a portion of my strength and told you all to stop moving forward."

"But because I referred to the camp residents as... ’people’?"

At this moment, Andrew even started to miss Raymond and Pete a little.

Raymond, although arrogant, was at least someone the townsfolk regarded as "people" to bully. Though it’s comparing fifty steps to a hundred, fundamentally, there’s still a difference.

As for Pete, even though that guy was his enemy, that perseverance and effort to get stronger at least made Andrew feel that Pete was still a "normal person."

But these people in front of him—these guys who kept "subhuman mentality" in their mouths—were not people at all.

Just a bunch of beasts.

No... beasts are even better than them.

These guys are more like "desolate beasts" from the desert, utterly disgusting and ugly.

"Though I originally decided to take you down, you’ve made me so full of killing intent that I don’t know whether to hate you or thank you..."

Andrew smiled slightly, not angry at all.

Really not angry.

Because ugly enemies are often stupid.

In comparison, Andrew actually hates dealing with opponents like Pete more.

He saw Lisa on the other side, seeming to finally laugh enough, and she told the handsome or robust male magic apprentices around her, "That tent, yes, the one I’m pointing at.

Andrew just came out of there.

You guys, go check it out in the tent. If our information is correct, the person Mentor Hubert named is together with Andrew. It should be no surprise that they are in that tent."

These male magic apprentices, who clearly had some unusual relations with Lisa, nodded immediately and stepped toward the tent where Little Sophie, Aunt Sofia, and Barbara were staying.

As if ignoring Andrew’s existence.

Just like what the handsome young magic apprentice said beside Lisa before: "As apprentices under Mentor Hubert’s command, who hasn’t kept a trump card?"

The Magic Laboratory located in the town center of Wildfire Town is like a giant container raising venomous insects, wanting to survive inside and keep climbing up, one must constantly calculate, hide trump cards, scheme, and turn other people’s opportunities into their own.

Everyone was a little surprised deep down: that Andrew, whom Mentor Hubert predicted would die within a week, indeed had quite a bit of strength!

But... so what?

From the moment you dared to stand on the opposite side of Mentor Hubert, you were already a dead man!

In this case, is it important whether or not you’ve hidden a trump card?

Not to mention that killing Grace, such a brawny, simple-minded guy whose strength doesn’t match his level, isn’t something to brag about!

"Get lost, you piece of trash!"

The handsome young magic apprentice deliberately walked straight toward Andrew, and with a wave, seven "Fireball Techniques" appeared in the seven surrounding directions of Andrew’s body, attacking Andrew slammed between them!

Although these Fireball Techniques completely presented a dark red hue, a very standard color of the magic guild’s magic flames, and not Pete’s "Shadow Erosion Fire."

But I have to say, in terms of pure Fireball Technique achievements, throwing seven fireballs at once is obviously much stronger than Pete!

"Haha, still trying to please me."

The laughing and carefree voice came from Lisa at the back, "Mentor Hubert hasn’t arrived yet, ’Cook’ and ’Sally,’ those two conjoined bastards haven’t shown up. I’ll improvise a bit then. Anyway, except for Cook and Sally, the strongest magic apprentice is under my skirt."

Her beautiful eyes sparkled, as she watched the back of that handsome young magic apprentice. Surprisingly, a blush appeared on her face, and her breathing quickened slightly.

Then she saw the seven fireballs, all hitting Andrew’s body simultaneously.

Andrew stood there, without even a slight intention to resist, dodge, or cast any defensive magic. Just merely... let the seven fireball techniques hit his body simultaneously!

The only thing he did was, at the last moment before being hit, he raised his hand, pointing his long, fair finger straight at the handsome young magic apprentice charging at him from the front.

That’s it.

"Andrew!!"

In the temporary camp tents, more than one person cried out in shock and distress, and murmured regrets were heard.

Everyone saw Andrew’s body instantly engulfed by the dark red fire poison erupted from the Fireball Technique.

But... no one dared to come out.

The camp residents reacted now just like two days ago when their home was burned: painful, enraged, yet couldn’t muster the courage to resist, finally becoming numb.

They seemed like moles hiding in tents, feeling that stepping out would be hammered back by the invisible flame hammer of the world.

Occasionally, one or two hot-blooded individuals wanted to rush out of their tents but were quickly pulled back by their families.

"Hmph, like a bunch of bugs."

Lisa sneered, and then with a coquettish voice, shouted at the back of that handsome young apprentice, "Brian, hurry up!"

Honestly, Lisa wasn’t very interested in taking the merit.

She didn’t feel that she needed to become the strongest magic apprentice, as long as she could allure the strongest into her bed, wasn’t that enough?

When she saw Brian, whom she recently liked so much it’s almost infatuation, showing off his tremendously impressive "Seven Fireball Array," Lisa just felt hot all over and couldn’t help but end this farce quickly to hurry back to the Magic Laboratory with Brian—

Thud.

Still, what she saw was Brian’s body shaking a bit, then his advancing step suddenly stumbled, and he fell face-first onto the ground.

"Eh?"

Lisa was stunned, then frowned, thinking, is this some new way to make me happy? She shook her head and said, "Stop playing, Brian, I don’t like this."

Yet she heard thud, thud—

Another two sounds of falling bodies arrived.

The two "backups" who walked out with Brian also collapsed almost identically.

"This—"

Lisa was truly dumbfounded, "What... happened?"