Chapter 46 Reputation
A fierce magic duel was going on in the huge circular arena, and the people in the audience sometimes held their breath and sometimes cheered.
Ryan Pierre was wearing a moonlight robe, with long blond hair curled and hanging on the robe. He nimbly avoided a sword-like flame, and his opponent's figure was reflected in his calm pupils.
The opponent is a powerful wizard who once served as the Chief Auror in the Ministry of Magic. He has rich life and death experience. He is not young. He is much older than Ryan. His temples are already white. He wears one-sided glasses with blue eyes. There is indifference and wisdom in his eyes.
The lights on the arena lost their brightness under the powerful magic fluctuations. In the darkness, rays of light struck and intertwined like lightning. The figures of the two people were moving rapidly, and a fierce wind screamed, making everyone in the stands flip over.
They screamed in fear and quickly got up again, reluctant to leave. Their eyes were once again attracted by the movement in the ring.
The two people on the stage were literally dancing on the tip of a knife. The light on the stage, whether it was like lightning or the flame of a sharp sword, all exuded suffocating fluctuations. Every time it could be a life-or-death moment.
Finally, the huge flames broke through the invisible armor in front of Ryan with sword-like thrusts. There was a crisp sound of broken glass, and the invisible fragments fell to the ground under the firelight. The gray-haired wizard held a wand and looked calmly. Said: "You lose."
"That's not necessarily the case." Ruian smiled, his pupils filled with fiery red. After the flaming sword pierced a layer of invisible iron armor, it hit the wall again in front of him, and there was actually a layer of iron armor blocking it.
The gray-haired wizard's eyes suddenly froze, and he exerted more pressure. The blocked flames expanded several times, trying to break the armor again.
But there was a stream of light on the armor, and the flames were actually transferred behind Ruian, turning into a huge impact and pouring behind him. The terrifying high temperature burned the ground into fiery red molten lava.
"How is that possible?" The wizard with gray hair on his temples was startled. He suddenly reacted and disappeared from the spot. In a moment, he was ten meters away and stepped out of the whirlpool of space.
A dazzling white light flashed in the firelight, piercing the spot where he originally stood.
The gray-haired wizard thought he had escaped from the attack range, but as soon as he landed, a wand was pressed against his forehead, with light flickering on it, trying to pierce his head. He raised his head and saw Ryan smiling at him.
"You lost," Ryan said.
The people outside the stadium immediately burst into loud cheers to celebrate the birth of the new duelist leader.
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The huge arena was completely hidden in darkness. When the light came on again, it was already a cozy cabin.
Ryan Pierre walked into the house tiredly, and a pretty little girl flew up to him. He picked up the little girl with a smile:
"Little Ellie, are you good today? Did you listen to your mother?"
The little girl nodded heavily, hummed, and rubbed her face into Ryan's arms:
"Yes, Ellie is so good, she even helped her mother wash her socks."
"Are you back?" A woman in an apron walked out of the back room. She looked at the two of them with a smile:
"Dinner is almost ready. There are fish and chips and grilled steak tonight."
The little girl immediately cheered: "Great! Fish and chips are my favorite!"
Soon, the table was filled with hot food, and the family of three sat together.
The little girl had already grabbed the fries with her hands, her eyes were dilated and her mouth was full of greasy food. The man smiled and wiped the greasy stains from her face.
The woman looked at the deep scars on the man's face with distress, and then at the new wounds on his shoulders, where blood-stained gauze was tied.
She hesitated and said:
"Ryan, why don't we withdraw from this duelist competition? We have already won the title twice, and any amount of fame is just a burden for us."
She explained that now her family is not short of money. The potion store she owned before has improved, and her life will get better and better.
When Ryan heard this, he stopped what he was doing. He thought of the deafening cheers in the stands in the past. Those sounds made his blood boil and his heart beat out of his chest many times. He was so intoxicated and loved it.
But now someone wants to take it all away.
His face gradually turned cold:
"What do you know?"
"We have won our current lives in the duelist arena. Those potions masters are so arrogant that they will cooperate with us to sell potions because they also take a fancy to my reputation. If I just give up, everything will be in vain. "
"Besides, dueling is the only way for me to climb the path of wizard. Without this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to make progress in magic. No matter how prosperous that kind of life is, what's the use to me?"
"But..." The woman wanted to say something more, but the man snorted coldly, and she could only swallow the words.
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Time passes again, the sun sets outside the window and the moon rises. Ryan Pierre is invited by his friend to congratulate him on becoming the leader of the duelists again.
The two exchanged cups, laughed and chatted. The night outside the window was getting darker and the moonlight was disappearing behind the clouds.
Several figures suddenly appeared in the house. They were wearing black robes, their faces covered, and a group of people gathered around them.
Although Ryan had drunk a lot of wine, he was still alert. He had already stood up and took out the wand from his waist.
"Who are you? Why did you come here uninvited?" He looked solemn, his face was red, and there was already a double image in front of his eyes.
The leader smiled and said, "Mr. Pierre, fame is like wine, which can make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves; but fame is also money. If you don't let others make money, others can only buy your life."
The lights in the house were instantly extinguished, and a fierce fight broke out in the darkness. Rays of light intertwined in the night, making deafening sounds, and sometimes screams and blood splashed.
When the lights came on again, the three figures had fallen to the ground, and on the other side, Ryan's body was stained with blood, and one arm was missing. He was panting and staring at the remaining two people in front of him.
The robes on the two people were torn, revealing blurred faces, and they were also coughing up blood.
"What a sharp magic..."
One of them sighed, he was overwhelmed by Ryan's powerful strength, and he still fought one against five after being drunk and killed three people.
The other wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "But that's it."
Ryan felt dizzy and was trying to be alert to their movements. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his back and froze. His chest had been pierced by a sharp blade.
He turned his head and looked at the familiar face, unbelievable.
"Ster, you..." Ryan just opened his mouth and blood flowed down.
The figure with long black hair approached, and he said to Ryan guiltily:
"Ryan, they arrested my family, my elderly mother is dying, I can't..."
"You... bastard..."
Ryan's hand that was holding on to the ground finally lost its strength. The duelist who had won many battles fell to the ground with a bang, and his eyes were gradually darkening.
In the darkness, he saw his young daughter jumping and jumping, and heard her excited shouting from a distance:
"Dad, you are back?"
The wife in an apron held her daughter's hand, and she walked forward to give him a hug when he returned home like before.
But before they came, the figure became broken, blurred, and completely disappeared.
Ryan lay on the ground, stretched out his hand to them, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, tears flowing:
"Little Ariel..."
"Eva..."
"I was wrong..."
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The world suddenly darkened, and what was left was a dark back, calling out to his relatives alone in the darkness:
"Little Ariel..."
"Eva..."
"The deputy examiner from the Potion Guild actually had such a relationship with this duelist?" Meka Anders was surprised at the figure that appeared in the story, and also surprised at his decisiveness in stabbing without saying a word.
Meka sighed and felt sad for Ryan's experience.
He walked out of the darkness, walked towards the outstanding duelist, looked at the pale and bloodless face, and asked softly:
"What wish do you have that has not been fulfilled? I can help you."
The duelist raised his head stiffly, as if he was in a petrified state. He looked at Meka in a trance and murmured:
"Little Ariel, Eva..."
Meka asked again. When he asked for the third time, his face finally showed some color. He replied:
"I hope they can live well and not be bullied..."
He stretched out a cold hand and touched Meka's forehead.
Meka suddenly had some more information in his mind. This was a way to contact Ryan Pierre's wife and daughter. It was hidden in the old duelist medal.
He nodded and accepted the commission.
Ryan lowered his head again, fell into that strange state, and continued to call the names of his loved ones.
"Little Ariel..."
"Eva..."
Meka sat on the ground for a while before standing up.
He turned around and saw a piece of golden text appearing in the air, rippling with golden ripples.
"Duel Medal carrying regret and longing."
"Optional legacy:"
"1. Double Armor Spell."
"The Armor Spell was improved by a talented duelist. He has repeatedly defeated his enemies in unexpected ways with this spell. This double armor spell contains his profound understanding and comprehension of the Armor Spell. It can be said that he understands the Armor Spell better than the inventor of the Armor Spell."
"2. A soul thirsty for blood."
"This is the key for the young duelist to go from an ordinary wizard to the leader of the duelist. Every time the tip of the knife dances, he always feels his blood boiling and his mind is much clearer than usual. In the great terror of life and death, he has a chance to enter the state of understanding the spell and break through the current bottleneck of the spell."
"3. Precious of fighting experience. "
"Duelists have experienced dozens of life-and-death fights in the first three years, each of which is enough to kill an ordinary wizard. These valuable experiences have gradually made him an outstanding duelist. The more dangerous the situation is, the more he can think calmly, make correct decisions and judgments, and win the final victory.
In the fight, he also realized some efficient spellcasting techniques, which enabled him to cancel the spell in time without being backfired, and quickly connect another spell to deal with the ever-changing crisis. "
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The next morning, Maeka got up from the bed and was about to try to use the duelist medal to contact Ryan's wife and daughter. Suddenly, he saw that Harry had not slept for a long time, and he got up from the bed rubbing his eyes.
"So early?" Maeka greeted.
Harry yawned: "Yeah, there's no way, I have to practice Quidditch today. "
He explained that the Quidditch match was coming soon, and the Gryffindor team was practicing extra these days to adjust the team's condition for the upcoming match.
After he finished speaking, he ran to wash up, changed his clothes and went out.
Meka waited for Harry to leave and took out the old golden medal. The medal glowed lightly in his hand. He wanted to leave a message in it asking about the status of Ryan's wife and daughter.
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