Anker quickly solved the demon and jumped out of the pit.

At this time, Elusha and several people had already gathered around, and they were relieved to see that Anker was okay.

It's not that there is no confidence in Anke, but because of the unknown of the devil, it is inevitable that there will be some worries.

While several people were celebrating excitedly, a slightly embarrassed figure staggered over from a distance.

After seeing who it was, Anker raised his eyebrows and quipped, "Yo Naz, it's efficient."

Although Natsu looked a little weak, he still smiled triumphantly: "Of course, a gloomy man will get it done soon!"

Harpy stood on Naz's shoulder and mercilessly exposed: "Natsu was beaten miserably, his flames can't burn Elligore at all!"

Natsu's face turned red, and he argued with Harpy angrily: "Nonsense! Didn't I run into him in the end! It just takes a little skill. Listening

to the quarrel of these two childish ghosts, Anker smiled heartily.

The battle between Natsu and Elligore actually set the tone of the original battle from the beginning.

According to the common sense of this world, in the same strength, the wind restrains the fire, this is beyond doubt.

However, Naz, who represents fire, can defeat Elligore who uses wind magic in the end, removing the influence of Natsu's sudden outburst and the protagonist's aura, and the biggest reason is likely to be the magic he uses.

Natsu's flame is a flame born from the ancient dragon killing magic, and its development and application range are extremely strong, far from being comparable to Elligoer's modest wind magic.

In addition to physical strength, technology, and environment, there is another factor that affects the Magister's battle: mana.

Anker guessed from his own experience that the rarer and more powerful the magic, such as killing dragons, receiving these, and lost magic, the better the quality of mana generated in the mana source.

The quality of magic power determines the potential of a magic guide in actual combat, in other words, determines the upper limit of a magic guide's strength.

A bit like what Anker saw in the Earth World, what level of cultivation a cultivator is determines the level of breakthrough realm.

And the magic that the magic guides learn is the practice of immortal cultivators.

And the level of magic power represents the amount of spiritual power in the body of an immortal cultivator, which determines a person's basic strength, which is the so-called lower limit of strength.

The summary is that the magic learned determines the upper limit of the Magister, and the level of mana determines the lower limit of the Magister....

Of course, this is also the guess that Anke came to after so many years in this world, and he doesn't know if it's true or not.

After all, he wasn't one of those old pedants who specialized in magic...

Several people stagnated on the battlefield for a long time, and finally waited for Shanshan to arrive belatedly for the Senate troops.

At first, when the people of the Council saw Anker and the others, and the goblin coat of arms on them, their faces suddenly became ugly.

But before they could find fault, Anker appeared beside them, staring at them with warning eyes.

When they recognized Anke, the Holy Ten, the soft eggs of the jury were frightened and collapsed on the spot, and directly ran to clean up the battlefield.

Saint Ten, the younger he is, the harder it is to mess with.

When people are old, there will always be some concerns, as long as there are concerns, people in the Senate will find an opportunity to hold them, like Makarov.

But young people, people have nothing to worry about, and they are young and frivolous, and they can't tolerate sand in their eyes, who cares about your broken rules?

And the youngest Saint Ten Ank is completely the existence that these little people under the Senate can't provoke...

Sending off the crooked review force, Anker and Elusa hastily ended the first mission of the strongest squad.

The difficulty of this mission was not very large, and Anke's purpose at the beginning was actually to accompany Elusa more.

There is also that magic flute, which is too different from the level estimated in Anke's heart, and the development of the spell is simply not comparable to his own "horror".

So this journey, Anker himself can only ride the excitement and return home.

But fortunately, although Anker himself felt very uncomfortable, the other members of the squad seemed to feel good.

Especially Lucy, she is a girl who loves to read and write, so she is particularly touched by experiencing these wonderful events in person.

Of course, according to Lucy's own meaning, it would be better if she could be less dangerous when experiencing wonderful events....

After the events of the Magic Flute, everyone returned to Magnolia and plunged into an ordinary and happy life.

Anke, who was finally idle, had nothing to do, and spent all day either cultivating or playing with the guild's goblins.

Most of the time, it's troublesome things like shopping with Mirajan.

A few days after the end of the Magic Flute incident, Anke, who was dining in the guild, was leisurely lying on the old man's chair.

On the small round table on the left-hand side, there are melon and fruit drinks, which can be reached for as soon as you reach them.

The most infuriating thing is that Mirajan, the perfect goddess who is usually in the magazine, is standing behind Anke, pressing Anke's shoulder with her delicate little hand.

Anker comfortably enjoyed Mirajan's massage service, a little strange: "Mira... Why are you so gentle now?

Mira Jane blinked her glowing autumn eyes, and quipped with a clever smile:

"What's wrong? Doesn't Anker like it?

Although it was already known that Mirajan's personality had become like this, Anke heard Miratjane's gentle voice, and his little heart couldn't help but soften by half.

Anker smashed his mouth, and his tone slowly lowered: "I like... I really like it..."

"But... I like both of Mirajan's appearances, there is no need to become what you don't like for me. The

strength in Mirajan's hand relaxed, but it quickly returned to normal.

"I like anything Anker looks like."

Mirazhen's voice was softer than just now, and her slightly high-pitched tone was even more shy.

The sleepy Anke's eyes suddenly lit up, but soon Mirajan diverted the topic again:

"However, I think I am very good like this, there is no dislike Oh."

Hearing Mirajan's still peaceful tone, Anker suddenly scratched his head a little bit of a monk...

Could it be that Mirajan's personality change really has nothing to do with herself?

It doesn't make sense....

A woman's heart is really more difficult to study than god-destroying magic.

Look at the little cute people who are shiram and ask what answers, how good is that!

Thuram: [(❁ ́◡'❁)]

Gray and Kana on the side sat at the table, sipping their drinks depressedly, looking at the two people bubbling pink not far away, and complained:

"When did these two start dating?"

Kana shook her head and said like a personal mentor:

"The best feeling between men and women is that the other party can understand their own desires and stop..." "

Obviously, these two people are in this state, they are almost stunned, don't worry, it's not far away."

Kana yawned and turned around, then quickly her face darkened again.

Gray, this bastard, turned around himself!

How come his own clothes are all missing!

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