Vol 3 Chapter 21: Display ability

　　 As a first-class fighter, he at least knew that he would never be able to write with his fingers on a wooden board.
　　 He knows that fighters of level 3 or above can release the vindictive energy outside, and can easily write on the wooden board with the help of the external vindictive energy.
　　 But this is obviously not just something that can be done by vindictive release, because the writing on this wooden board is blackened, as if it were burned by flames!
　　 He has never heard of vindictiveness that has attributes like flames!
　　 This brand is definitely not something ordinary people can make, so this place is probably not a liar!
　　 The two who were shocked by Horn’s newly added brand solemnly walked into the door of the Magic House.
　　 The first time they entered the door, they saw Marsile sitting in a chair, and Roger's expectations for the House of Magic suddenly dropped a lot.
　　 Let a guy who is so fierce and horrible that he is not a good person to watch the door Are you sure this place is not a black shop?
　　 And he glanced at the layout of the building by the way, because it is a new building, there is not much decoration, maybe the only advantage is that it is clean.
　　 In the eyes of Master Roger, who has been spoiled since childhood, it reveals a sour atmosphere everywhere.
　　 Masilai saw Roger's expression and pouted his lips with disdain. This kid is not too young to be too young, and all his thoughts are written on his face.
　　 He was skeptical at first glance, and he secretly smiled in his heart, waiting to see the shocked expression when the two had seen Horn and others' methods.
　　 Know that the first guest of the Magic House is him!
　　 Masilai returned from sending out the flyer last night and immediately found Horn and said he wanted to learn magic, and Horn did not refuse him to learn because of his status as a robber.
　　 In fact, it was because of Marsile that he avoided the embarrassment that Horn did not have on the first day of opening. His request made the opening of the Magic House finally smooth on the first day.
　　 touched the small wooden stick sticking around his waist, and his full face showed a satisfied smile.
　　 "Hey, we are here to see what the magic is, where should we go."
　　 Seeing Masile sitting still after they came in, with a mysterious and wretched smile on his face, Roger couldn't help but ask Masile.
　　 "Ahem, turn left and walk to the innermost room."
　　 Masile coughed two awkwardly. He just wanted to be absorbed in and forgot the existence of these two guys.
　　 Roger’s expectations dropped again. With such a poor service, can he really do what he describes on the flyer? How unreliable is it?
　　 pushed the innermost door and saw a young man with glasses and one eye sitting on the desk.
　　 Roger didn’t expect much the moment he saw this man, and he didn’t expect much. Is this weak and weak, can he be a fierce man who can write with his fingers on a wooden board?
　　 Now he left without turning around just to see what they are doing and the guy who writes with their fingers.
　　 After all, someone who can write on a wooden board with his fingers will be a fighter of level 3 or above.
　　 Horn stretched out his finger to the opposite chair and said:
　　 "Please sit down." He didn't invite the first-class fighter bodyguard, because he knew that the Lord was the arrogant young man in front of him.
　　 Yesterday was the first day of opening, but only Masile came.
　　 After the flyer was distributed, it was expected that many people would come today, so Horn himself sat in the town on the first day.
　　 After the first day, the remaining magicians take turns to work in the reception room, and Horn can independently go out and do other research.
　　As the Speaker of the Parliament, Horn still has this privilege.
　　 Horn smiled gently at Roger, who was sitting down with a dissatisfaction, and then took out a piece of paper with a special mark from the drawer.
　　 "What is your name, please?"
　　 "Roger Joham."
　　 Roger proudly said his name. Many people in Boulder City heard his name as their first reaction was shock, and then they began to compliment him. It would be the same for the man in front of him.
　　 Horn calmly wrote down his name on the paper, and then continued to ask seriously:
　　 "Age."
　　 "Fifteen."
　　 Roger frowned and replied, doesn’t this person know the name of their family? They are in charge of the second largest merchant group in Boulder City!
　　 Among the information collected by Enoch, only the merchant group with fourth-level fighters was recorded.
　　The Joham Merchant Group, who came in second, was not much different from the first Merchant Group in commercial strength, but it did not climb into the range of vigilant forces in Enoch's Boulder City.
　　 So Horn really doesn't know what is amazing about the so-called Joham family.
　　 But even if you know Horn’s attitude towards Roger, it will not change, because it makes no sense to Horn. The only thing that makes sense is that Roger is a wild witch, nothing more.
　　 "Gender?" Horn continued to ask without looking up.
　　 "Did you deliberately, don't you see me, man and woman?"
　　Roger's patience with Horn has come to an end. It's a waste of time for him to come to such an inexplicable place.
　　 "Ahem, don't mind."
　　 Horn pushed his glasses awkwardly. He just suddenly remembered the questioning method of a force called the police in their world that Old Douglas had told him, so he missed it.
　　 "It was an accident just now, when did you awaken?"
　　 "Hmph! Twelve years old." Roger said grumpily~EbookFREE.me~Now please show your talent. "Horn held the pen in his hand and said, looking straight at Roger.
　　 "You call this a talent? When is the ability of a wild witch also considered a talent? For me, it is just a hindrance to my journey as a warrior. It is more appropriate to say that it is a curse."
　　Roger stood up, it was a wrong choice to come here, and he even called that kind of talent a talent.
　　 "That's talent. This is the best gift the world has given us. You think it is a curse, but you don't know how to use it."
　　 Horn looked at Roger very seriously and said that he wanted to correct this misconception.
　　 But now Roger has completely regarded Horn as a liar, he looked at Horn contemptuously and said:
　　 "You said it was a talent, as if you got some benefits from this ability. If it's enough, let's go back. I've had enough of this liar."
　　 Roger turned around and called his first-class fighter bodyguards and wanted to go outside. Originally, he was here to make trouble, but after seeing the wooden board, he had a slight expectation of this place.
　　 Now that expectations are shattered, he is not in the mood to make trouble.
　　 But his bodyguard didn't follow his words and walked back. Instead, he grew his mouth and pointed in Horn's direction.
　　 "What are you referring to? Go back!"
　　 Roger followed the guidance of the bodyguard and looked in Horn's direction, and then his mouth slowly opened.
　　 I saw Horn stretch out his palm flat against him, in that palm,
　　 A bright fireball the size of a fist floats quietly on it!
　　 That fist-sized fireball exudes amazing heat, and Roger felt a little hot after only such a short while.
　　 In this cold early winter, this flame gave him a great shock!