Chapter 1653： I'm just an iron golem

McGonagall obeyed Irina's advice, and really began to seriously think about how to develop a set of female knight development plans for Amy.

This is a very challenging thing.

Because Amy is not a blank piece of paper, she is less than five years old and is now a quasi-seven-level advanced magician of the double fire and is also a melee magician.

Krasu's melee magic is based on powerful magic, which suddenly erupts within a very short distance and generates terror power, such as headshot of a mage stick, full score of violent aesthetics, and full of deterrent effect.

However, in the eyes of a master swordsman like McGonagall, it is like the handle of a crop farmer. When he held up his mage's staff, his sword could already find countless flaws.

With Krasu's strength, this issue that needs to be considered is whether the other party can withstand it.

But Amy is still growing, and this problem will make her suffer when she encounters a strong or high-level opponent in the same stage.

Of course, turning magic into a melee outbreak is a great creation, and Amy has learned well.

What Meg wants to do is not to deny the whole thing, but to want her to learn more perfect knight offensive methods based on Amy's current melee magic ability, and use the powerful outbreak of melee magic to make the attack more threatening.

The specific positioning is probably a magician with excellent sword skills.

This should be an unprecedented configuration, and it makes McGee feel excited.

"If you have the chance, you still have to talk to Master Crassus. You must have a deeper understanding of melee magic to find a more suitable training method for Amy." McGonagall stroked his chin.

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At noon Roma came early.

During this time, Roma began to forget things again. Although it had not reached the level of affecting his life, he felt uncomfortable when he felt that the efficiency of the problem had decreased.

The deliciousness of the fish head with chopped peppers is unforgettable, but what really cares about Roma is its special effect that can make your head clear.

His time is running out, so he needs a sober mind, so that in the last period of time, he can forge a real artifact beyond all previous weapons.

He spent his whole life on the forging platform, and his ideal destination was also on the forging platform.

"Master Master Cyril, there is Master Roma, the most forged master of Nolan continent. If our smithy can invite the shop to be a master, even if it is just a name, it will definitely be a leap. Becoming the best blacksmith in Nolan's mainland, you don't need to worry about ordering anything. "A man with a sharp-eyed monkey cheek pointed at Roma in the carriage.

"That's him. No matter what the price is, I will let him join our smithy." Cyril narrowed his eyes at Roma and sneered: "This time, I must let Gololia Taste the failure and take everything he took away from me! "

"You need to be a bit mentally prepared for this kind of master," the man on the side reminded.

"How much is it?" Cyril frowned. Recently, he failed to compete with Gololia, and his status in the family has deteriorated, and the money he can control is becoming more and more limited.

"Probably ..." The man pondered for a while, determinedly: "A million copper coins."

"A million copper coins?" Cyril frowned, which was his usual pocket money for a month, but recently, in order to make the smithy's book look better, he himself put a lot of money in to fill the vacancy and took another one hundred Thousands of copper coins came out, and some friends had to borrow a little.

"Master, this is a true master, a very famous one, this investment is definitely worth it." The man encouraged.

"Okay, then we'll meet this master." Cyril nodded, lifted the curtains, got out of the carriage, tidy up his clothes, and walked towards Roma in the line.

"Hello, this is Cyril." Cyril came to Roma, raised his chin slightly, and looked at him.

Rom glanced at him and nodded slightly, and it seemed that those who sought weapons followed the chaotic city again.

"Respond to this by hearing my name?" Cyril frowned, not expecting the old guy to be so rude.

"This is Master Cyrillic of the Morton family," the man standing behind him introduced quickly.

"Um." Roma nodded politely again, then turned his head to look at the direction of the restaurant door. Among those who begged him to forge weapons over the years, there were many princes and ministers of various races, and the son of a certain family. Can't remember.

The people around the team looked around one after another. Many people knew Cyril and knew the young master of the Morton family.

Some people also recognize Roma, although the legendary forging master does not show much, but his popularity is obviously not comparable to that of the second generation of Cyril.

Everyone was a little curious as to why Cyril was looking for Master Roma. He wasn't the one who danced the sword, and didn't seem to ask Master Roma to forge a weapon for him.

Cyril's expression was a bit lost, how could he be regarded as the number one character in the chaotic city, but he was ignored by a dwarf blacksmith in this way, and still so many people watched.

"Master, bear with me for a while, and the performance of the smithy is important." The man hurriedly churned Cyrillic's clothing corner, and whispered, fearing that Cyrillic would be impulsive and stir things up.

Cyril thought of his March appointment with Goloria, took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and looked at Rome as quietly as possible: "Master Roma, right? I want to talk to you about a sale . "

Rom looked up at Cyril with an unexpected glance and shook his head. "I don't do business."

"This is not a small sale. As long as it is done, I will cover your comfort in the chaotic city." Cyril stretched out a finger and smiled: "The sale of a million copper coins!"

"A million? And copper coins?" Roma frowned slightly, and looked at Cyril. Did this guy come to find fault on purpose?

"A million copper coins to talk to Master Roma for business? Well ... I don't know if I should be fearless, or if I should praise him for being stupid."

"I heard that the last demon ancestor who took a knife from Master Roma paid about one million ten thousand coins and a bunch of top forging materials."

"If this business is concluded, then this Master Cyrillic will be sealed."

"Do you think the master and him are a brain?"

The queuing guests heard that someone could not help laughing.

"I'm frightened by a million." Instead, Cyril was quite satisfied with Roma's response, his mouth slightly tilted, but he felt a little regretful. He should have first mentioned 500,000 to try tones, maybe he could still Save money.

"I'm just an iron goblet who can strike iron." Rom shook his head with a smile. "Can't talk about a million businesses."

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