Chapter 768 Anger

Azt is different from Punk and Kane. Strictly speaking, this guy is relatively "complete" in terms of character as a "human being". He is not as emotionally indifferent as Punk, nor is he crazy like Kane. I don't know what I'm thinking.

It is for this reason that Aztlan has both advantages and disadvantages in character. He is optimistic, easy-going, kind and orderly, and indifferent to the world. At the same time, he is also somewhat self-centered, indecisive, and Decisiveness is not strong.

To sum up, the white-robed mage is a very normal "human being". He has his own good and bad sides, and his personality is contradictory and dual-sided in different situations.

If this guy is just a scholar or researcher, then his personality is just a normal psychological state, and he is just a pragmatic young man with full of ideals. Those sparse and ordinary ways of thinking and psychological characteristics are not considered What advantages, of course, can not be considered any disadvantages.

But... As a legendary mage, especially as a hermit legendary mage who unfortunately encountered three "abnormal creatures", Aztlan's personality is difficult to be in an open or covert confrontation How much advantage it has.

After all, even if his strength is on the strong side, his kind heart to protect the "homeland" will make any conscientious person daunted.

Now, Punk's biggest weakness in catching Aztlan is his kindness, and the most beneficial "hostage" of the three "invaders" is this white stone city standing in the middle of the magic lock with nowhere to go.

It is precisely because of these "weaknesses" of Aztlan's character that the legendary mage who temporarily put aside the experiment will walk out of the residence unhurriedly, and then face the white-robed mage standing at the door...

"Hello, Mister Pale Specter, maybe I didn't tell you, I don't like to be disturbed by anyone when I'm doing research, so... If there's nothing else, please turn around and go back."

Standing in the shadow of the eaves at the door, Punk stopped silently like a shadow seeping from the abyss. He ignored the fact that the house he lived in was built by Aztlan himself a day ago, and he also ignored Disregarding his special status as a "guest", the caster, who had no emotion in his eyes, just quietly stared at the white-robed mage opposite him who was holding his staff tightly, and then waited for an answer without saying a word.

Under the brilliant sunlight of the artificial sun, Aztlan was completely surrounded by bright white light at the moment, but the white color reflected by the marble floor under his feet stopped abruptly when it extended to Punk's toes, because a The shadows formed by the eaves cut off the rays of light appropriately.

"Mr. Destruction Whisper"! We are all legendary professionals, so it is ridiculous to pretend to be confused. You should know what you have done, and you should also know the reason why I came here today"!

Aztlan ignored Punk's perfunctory question, and saw him staring sharply at the pair of cold pupils of the legendary mage, and then said in a solemn and sonorous manner while stepping forward a little:

"So... tell me, what the hell are you trying to do? Why are you handing out those ridiculous toys"!

He took out a gorgeous Donald Duck magic wand from the storage bracelet, and the white-robed mage, who had obviously bred anger in his eyes, threw the shiny little stick to Punk directly.

"...Are you worrying about my surveillance by making such a troublesome thing and destroying the peaceful relationship between us? I have to tell you that I, Aztlan, never Will not spy on a friend who deserves to be treated sincerely"!

At this point, Aztlan was about to point the tip of his gray staff at Punk's forehead. Obviously, no matter what this guy said was true or not, he had indeed lost patience with this kind of secret confrontation .

But... even so, the only person who is impatient and angry is the white-robed mage himself. Even though Aztlan seems to be on the verge of eruption from the outside, Kane, who is officially incarnated as "Watching the Gate", and is Punk casually looked at the magic wand in his hand, but still maintained a relaxed and freehand expression without any reaction.

Among them, the "Whisper of Destruction" who was being questioned by the "host" of Baishi City replied indifferently with a very indifferent tone:

"Well, if you ask such words, it can fully show that we have not won your trust. After all, "friends" will not insist on associating a few small toys with conspiracy. So if this is the case... In order to let you rest assured, I can swear to the Goddess of Magic, the Lord of Dawn, the Maiden of Life... or whoever is - I have absolutely no purpose in distributing these toys other than to benefit children Die badly... how about it, do you believe what I say now?"

While saying the extremely vicious oath, Punk tapped the air twice with his magic wand.

Accompanied by a "puji" sound effect that seemed to be mocking something, a Donald Duck with a mean smile on his face floated in the air out of thin air.

Punk's so-called "oath" is really just a joke. There is no legendary mage in the world who would use oaths or promises as the basis for judgment, not to mention that punk swears to the most despised gods of mages …………

So in a sense, punk's "friendly explanation" is as insincere as it is.

In the face of such words that meant more ridicule, Aztlan couldn't help getting angry no matter how good-tempered he was.

He is now certain that Punk must be secretly arranging something that he doesn't know, but because he doesn't know any secrets of the Netheril era, the white-robed mage has to endure the current situation of being confused and guessing.

As a result, Aztlan raised his momentum as a matter of course. Instead of continuing to talk a bunch of useless nonsense, he directly frowned and took a big step forward, and then spoke in an extremely gloomy tone. He said in a low voice:

"Punk-Saian! Do I look like someone who will accept threats? Don't forget, White Rock City is my territory, and we are all prisoners in this maze! If you really don't know how to restrain yourself... ..."

"...So what's the matter? Aztlan Hipporon! Don't you think I'm someone who is willing to accept threats?"

Facing the anger of the white-robed mage, the expressionless "Whisper of Destruction" did not show the slightest concession.

He just stared at Aztlan's dark green pupils without hesitation, and then took out a thumb-sized pale yellow gem from the storage ring.

"Answer me, Pale Specter! Even if we haven't restrained enough, what do you want?"

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