“Huhhhhhhh.”

Along a long dining table, Allen was gasping for a while, his throat became a little hoarse and dry because he had spoken in the wind before, and he was speechless for a while.

"Well, come and try it. Today's lunch is really good. Barbecue red dove, silver carp soup, and braised snow rabbit are all good things."

Renard walked over with a plate in one hand and sat opposite Alan, saying with an extremely exaggerated expression.

Seeing Alan still gasping, Renard was extremely attentive to make a bowl of soup for him and put it in front of him, and showed a flattering smile.

"Gulugulu..." Although Allen had extremely uncomfortable throat, he still slowly finished the bowl of soup with great patience.

As the delicious and fragrant soup was eaten, it was like the rain that finally came from the dry land. After all, it moistened Alan's extremely tired body and healed the discomfort in his throat.

After drinking this bowl of soup, Allen stared at Renard tightly without saying a word. No matter how Renard changed the subject, he didn't look away. He didn't speak until he was uncomfortable all over and said, "You're just a bastard."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this sentence, Renard suddenly relaxed, as if he had been forgiven.

Allen, who doesn't speak, is the most terrifying thing. Now that he speaks, it means that the previous thing can be turned over. Even if he needs to sign an unequal agreement such as "please give a few meals and give a few potions", that's a trivial matter.

In fact, this is the case in life. After differences and quarrels, what you are afraid of is not continuing to quarrel but silence, because quarrels also mean that both parties have the idea of ​​resolving conflicts, and silence is often the beginning of breaking down.

Because there is no need to argue, and I am already tired, so I am too lazy to care about those things.

I have to say that Reinard will know Alan very well. In fact, Alan was not angry much. After all, the previous flight seemed exciting and thrilling, but Reinard finally rescued him intact and did not receive any harm.

Allen just felt that if Renard didn't have a longer memory this time, it would probably become their normal situation in the future. Before Allen's rank caught up with Renard, he probably had been bullied for a long time, so he had to express his attitude.

Of course, it's hard to say when Allen surpasses Renard.

"Come on, eat food." After seeing Allen let go, Renard smiled and put a piece of meat on his plate with a knife and fork on his dining table.

After Allen glanced at him, he also picked up his own tableware and started eating.

However, even while eating, he was thinking about the previous thing. Even if Renard was already a mage at the peak of the Black Iron, he was exhausted now, but he still felt that it was too easy for him to get caught. He instinctively began to worry about fighting with the caster in the future.

After all, he could be said to have no power to resist before. Not to mention anything else, if Reinard had malicious intentions towards him, he only needed a floating technique, and then he would lose his focus and become a living target. He could not dodge in the air and could only withstand the subsequent fire attack.

"Renard, does the caster have such a great advantage over the warrior?"

Originally, Renard, who was concentrating on eating and wanted to reduce his sense of existence, heard Allen's question, thought of what happened before, and instantly understood the other party's meaning.

"That's not true." Renard inspires Adam's apple, swallows the things in his mouth, and then starts to answer.

"The black iron-level spells do not have necessary attributes. We often cast spells in one direction, not a locked person."

"For those most basic casters, they also need gestures and spell assistance, which can easily allow enemies to predict the type and power of their spells and the casting location."

"So, in addition to the large-scale attack magic, low-level spellcasters use more spells to assist their own side, because they may lose their mental power and even accidentally injure all their friends."

"Basically, only after reaching the peak of the Black Iron Level and having proficient casting skills can we cast spells without spells and gestures, reducing the probability of being predicted, which is only my level."

"The nobleness of a mage lies in the higher cost of training, almost ten times that of a warrior. The strength of a mage lies in the amount of their knowledge, but it does not have a natural advantage for a warrior."

After hearing this, Allen already understood a lot and knew what the situation was.

"Before, you didn't have the skill of fighting with the mage and didn't sense the flow of magical particles in the air to avoid it, and it was because your body was too tired to react."

"If you have experienced relevant training and training, you will never be hit so easily on the battlefield."

Renard saw Allen's expression change and finally gave a summary.

When Allen heard this, his worries were reduced a lot. His worries were all gone, and he had just recovered from his long illness, so he continued to replenish his energy and began to eat in big mouthfuls.

Renard looked at this scene very interestingly at the beginning, but when Allen's eyes gradually shifted to his plate, he could not continue to sit on the Diaoyutai.

"Hey, there is still a window, why are you eating mine?"

"No, no one can eat the food I snatched from you."

Of course, because someone was guilty, Allen naturally won a great victory and had an extremely rich lunch.

The uncle in the cafeteria looked at Renard running around to get food while Allen was sitting there and swallowing constantly. An extremely vulgar smile appeared on his face. After looking around for a few glances, he quietly told his discoveries to the friends who were working in the cafeteria.

Because Renard was all his energy on Allen's side, he didn't notice that he looked serious as soon as he came. When he turned around, he showed an extremely strange smile.

...

"Well, I'm full." Allen put down the tableware in his hand and touched his stomach satisfied and comfortable.

"You are full. If you don't eat enough, I will doubt that you have awakened some strange bloodline."

Renard sat in the chair weakly and replied angrily.

"Okay, let's leave after you finish eating. There will be a little while before 2pm, so you can still take a rest."

"You go back first, I'll go to the library management room to read books."

After hearing Allen's reply, Renard was not surprised, but waved his hand and walked towards his office.
Chapter completed!