Chapter 911 A Transaction

On the airship, Sean, who was still partially transformed into a Flame Demon, looked at the fat man in front of him with a leisurely look.

The situation was smoother than Sean had imagined. When he arrived at the airship, the magicians stationed on the airship did not even put up a decent resistance.

A pure academic magician and a senior war magician who had experienced several plane wars were indeed two extremes.

Of course, the reason why the airship stopped obediently was also related to the character of Boss, the first-level magician who was responsible for everything on the ship.

"Your name is Boss?" Sean couldn't help asking again.

His temperament and conversation were actually not like those of a black magician. After discovering that the airship had no will to resist, Sean did not show any arrogance or unreasonable side.

‏‎‎‏‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎"Yes... yes, Master." Boss replied tremblingly.

Sean's strength was far superior to that of Boss, because his own magic level was really average. Boss could not even see that Sean's life level was still at the second level, but regarded him as a fierce third-level great magician.

Yes, Boss had only met two third-level deans at the opening ceremony of the Second Public Magic Academy in France. In terms of personal momentum, they were not as fierce as Sean in front of him.

Facing such a powerful opponent, Boss did not even have a trace of resistance.

If he really met the notorious black magician in the legend, Boss could only admit defeat.

This fat man was very sensible and had a relatively open-minded personality, which could be said to be decadent.

Boss's non-resistance made Sean very satisfied.

However, what aroused Sean's interest was the other party's name and appearance.

When Sean was an apprentice, he had two companions at the underground Mosobra City Black Magic Academy.

One was Meili, who was now working at the Dawn Holy Tower on the south coast and had been promoted to the first level.

There is another one, a little fat guy named Boss.

After the exploration of the Yellow Sand World ended, Sean never saw Boss again.

Later, because of the destruction of Mosobra City by the surface Holy Tower Organization, it is unknown how many people disappeared.

In that level of melee, even the first-level formal black magicians above the first level died, not to mention the apprentice Boss. Sean can still remember the other party's money-loving character.

Although there is no clear evidence, Sean and Meili have a hunch that Boss may have died, and his body is buried in an unknown underground crack.

In front of him, the first-level magician of the Abarut Empire named Boss, Sean repeatedly observed the other party several times in terms of appearance, and there was not much similarity with the Boss in his memory.

And Sean also casually asked about the other party's age. Boss, who was only 120 years old, was less than half of Sean's age.

If Boss was still alive, he would definitely be more than 300 years old like Sean.

The dead are gone, and most of the friends in the past can only stay in one's memory. The road to truth exploration is still lonely after all.

However, the fat body and round face of the magician Boss in front of him still made Sean inevitably have a little good impression.

Even if the other party is not the friend in Sean's memory, Sean can't help but put himself in it.

Thinking of Boss's greed for money in the past, Sean couldn't help but smile on his face and asked casually: "If all these magic apprentices are intercepted by me, what will you do?"

The absolute gap in strength and the slight good impression of the magician in front of him made Sean not intercept the ship and leave immediately, but asked jokingly.

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Sean's question is not meaningless.

At least the situation has been found out, which will make it easier for him to take action next time.

Two hundred magic apprentices were not enough. Just to replenish the number of apprentices of the Dark Fire Holy Tower Academy to the original level, he had to take back at least four thousand apprentices.

Facing Sean's question, Boss's face turned pale.

"Are you really a black magician?" Boss almost cried.

When Sean's eyes turned cold, Boss didn't dare to talk nonsense.

Instead, he answered honestly: "The Second Public Magic Academy in France will not let me go. I may have to work for the academy until I am eight hundred years old to make up for the loss of the academy."

Boss didn't lie, but he thought that in addition to intercepting the magic apprentices, Sean would also intercept the airship.

Calculating the overall loss, it is reasonable that Boss will work for the Second Public Academy in France for another four hundred years to pay off the debt.

"Besides that? If I only take these apprentices and leave the airship to you, how will you explain to the academy?" Sean continued to ask. How could Sean let go of such a spineless first-class magician from the academy after such a hard time? He asked about everything.

Boss glanced at Sean quietly and whispered, "I will report the truth. From the perspective of the academy's top management, they will certainly judge that I am not your opponent."

"Maybe the academy will not blame me too much, but the corresponding punishment and losses will definitely be attributed to me." Boss replied.

"What else? From your eyes, I seem to see that you have a backup plan." Sean smiled.

The fat man in front of him is obviously just a beginner, or he has been in the closed learning of the academy for too long, and he can't even hide his true feelings.

This kind of "nerd" magician is also a common type among academic magicians.

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When a first-level magician like him enters the battlefield of the other plane, even if he has a relatively powerful magical elemental power, his performance in the war may not be better than that of a quasi-knight-level slave cannon fodder with rich war experience.

Every year, in the wars launched by wizard civilization, a large number of newly promoted first-level knights and magicians fall on the battlefield, especially those beginners who participate in the war for the first time.

Only those who have experienced at least one war can be regarded as a qualified war mage or war knight.

Cross-level challenges are not exclusive to knights and magicians in the wizard world.

Every year, a large number of knights and magicians in the wizard world who are poor in war experience or careless die at the hands of indigenous creatures in the other plane who are far weaker than themselves.

During the war, anything can happen.

Facing Sean's repeated questioning, the fat man Boss dared not hide anything this time, and directly revealed his inner thoughts.

"If it's just a group of apprentices taken away..." Boss grinned, glanced at Sean in front of him, and whispered: "I will return to the dozen or so lower-level cities and recruit a new group of apprentices."

"These apprentices have not yet been registered by the academy. As long as I match the number, the academy should not notice the problem."

"It's just that the quality of the apprentices is definitely not as good as this batch." Boss said honestly, and this was also his last way to avoid punishment from the academy.

Boss's answer made Sean's eyes light up.

Regardless of whether the fat man agreed or not, Sean said directly: "Little guy, how about we make a deal?!"