Chapter 87 - My Fireball Might Make You Kick The Bucket

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Krassu and Amy’s conversation once more caught others’ attention.

Some customers had seen Amy use her magic on Sargeras. Even a lava demon was almost burnt by that little fireball, and now the old man will just sit there and won’t move? Maybe he shouldn’t let his guard down like that.

“Do you see the small purplish gold staff on his robe? If I remember right, only those who serve the Roth Empire have that on their robes,” said a middle-aged human male, who was dressed like a businessman, in shock. He was staring at the old man’s left shoulder, on which a pinky-sized staff in purplish gold was embroidered.

“Yes. This old magic caster serves the empire?” said his dinner companion, a little surprised as he gazed at the emblem. It was the highest honor for a human magic caster. No one dared to impersonate one.

The people nearby overheard their words. They all looked to Krassu’s shoulder. Most of them might’ve not seen a magic caster who served the empire before, but they had heard many stories about them.

After Alex was killed in battle, for so long the army of the empire hadn’t seen one Griffin Rider who was able to kill a dragon by himself. These years, when evil dragons attacked towns and cities of the empire, more often than not, those magic casters serving the empire would show up to fight them with their powerful magic. They brought peace to the people and earned more of their love and respect.

They were all 8th-tier magic casters and above. They were very powerful and had done much for the empire.

If this white-robed old man serves the empire, then he is at least an honorable 8th-tier magic caster, the customers thought.

He is a senior magic caster that should be respected by most of his peers, but he got made fun of by Amy several times. Judging by the words he said, he probably wants to take Amy in as his disciple, but apparently she’s not very interested.

Since when is it so hard for an 8th-tier magic caster to find a disciple? they wondered. Amy is little and doesn’t know much, but Mag owns such a multicultural restaurant, so it’s impossible for him not to recognize that purplish gold staff.

Mag’s calmness after Krassu implied his intention surprised them even more.Maybe that old man isn’t good enough for Mag. Maybe he is a more powerful magic caster, they thought.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Now that they had figured out who the old man was, they felt they could see the result of his little game with Amy.

He is a royal magic caster, and she is a restaurateur’s daughter who can barely walk. They are utterly different in social position and power. Amy can’t possibly hurt him even if he doesn’t move, they thought.

He is clearly above the 8th tier if he can beat a dragon with a fireball. He’s reached the 9th tier. Or the 10th, Sargeras thought. He still remembered the scene outside of Rodu as if it were yesterday.

The look on his face became a little strange when he saw Amy. But even a 10th-tier magic caster might suffer if he took her fireball lightly like I did in the morning.

Her fireball is small, but its power is huge. Its temperature is even higher than my flames’. She has such an incredible talent at such a young age. If I were a magic caster, I might want her to become my disciple as well.

Krassu’s request really intrigued Amy. “White-bearded grandpa, are you serious?” she asked incredulously. “My fireball might make you kick the bucket.”

“Yes. Little girl, don’t hold back, and don’t worry about me,” Krassu said confidently. “If I can’t stand your fireball, I guess I can only fight little children from now on.” Amy’s worry warmed his heart.

He was even happier now that he knew Amy could use fireball magic. Turns out she can use magic despite her two bloodlines. She’s trainable. But I have to see her magic first to assess her talent.

“Actually, I just don’t want to burn the chair and table,” said Amy, casting a worried look at the table before Krassu.

“…” For a moment, Krassu didn’t know what look he should use to express how he was feeling. He had never thought that he would be less important than a table and chair. “Don’t worry. I’ll pay for everything you burn,” he said disappointedly in depression.

Amy nodded. “Well, since you have requested so sincerely, I guess I have to grant your wish. Why would anyone ask for this?” she said, the look on her face seeming like she were looking at a naughty child. She put Ugly Duckling aside and looked at Krassu. “Scream if you can’t stand it,” she advised.

Krassu shook his head. “That will never happen.” He looked so relaxed, like a real master.

“Then here it comes,” Amy warned, looking at Krassu. She held out her little hand, and suddenly a flame appeared and contracted into a bluish violet little fireball quickly. She threw it at the old man.

Krassu’s eyes went wide as he watched the flame. Such pure magic! The fireball doesn’t have any other magic elements. It’s small, but it has tremendous power.

Of course, Amy’s fireball was no more than a spark to him, but the spark had ignited infinite possibilities.

She’s only three or four, and she has mastered the fireball magic all by herself without any guidance. She doesn’t need any spells or time to perform her magic, no less. And she has figured out how to throw it out. She is just the kind of genius I’ve been searching for!

Most importantly, he liked this simple and violent fireball magic the best. His fireball magic was the fastest and the most powerful on the whole Norland Continent, if nothing else. No one disputed that.

After all, he could use his fireballs to fight dragons and send them scurrying away. No other man could do that on this continent.

In the split second when he was thinking, the fireball landed on his long beard. It started burning immediately.

“Shoot!” Krassu cried out, startled. He rose hurriedly to his feet and ran towards the door, not caring what he had just said, his beard in flames.