Registering for the Dungeon-Hunting Mission Part I

“Why are you still here? Do you want this kid to attack you again?” An icy voice came out of Justin’s mouth.

He did not even glance at the fat boy.

“Thank you, Justin. Thank you, thank you,” the flabby one stood up and started running quickly.

Merlin looked at the fat guy and smiled,

“So, you want to leave…but have you asked my opinion?” He said coldly.

In fact, Merlin did not really want to take this silly situation seriously. But when someone stuck their nose in, the situation surely changed.

How good were the Falcons?

Merlin drew his head in the direction that the chubby guy was running in; a shortcut spell was cast in a flash.

A magical wind wall built up like a flash of lightning; it soared as high as six or seven meters.

It formed up a few steps away from the stout one; it was built to surround and keep him from running away.