Chapter 55: The Grey Robed Monk

  Finally seeing the Grey Robed Monk take action, the City Master couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

  Tonight's banquet was really too exhausting for him. Earlier, Baslerol's sneak attack had already scared him half to death. He was afraid that Lin Li would have a good chance to provoke Grian's revenge. However, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn, and Lin Li flipped over from the ground, two instant magic spells heavily injured Baslerol, and even released the Flame Storm Killer.

  At that moment, Isaac's heart really cooled down.

  Baselrod came from a prestigious background, and even Isaac couldn't help but feel some trepidation towards him. If he really died at his own banquet, Isaac couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

  Luckily...

  As the Grey Robed Monk walked out of that quiet corner, Isaac's heart finally slowly put down, as long as he was willing to lend a hand, Bathrol's life should be saved...

  "Are you okay, Ferre?" Just then, Kevin also squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers, anxiously asking about Lin Li's injuries.

  Just now, he was really frightened. Seeing Lin Li being hit by the fire dragon, Kevin was stunned. At present, Lin Li means almost everything to the Magic Association. His value has even surpassed that of Ge Lan. If Lin Li dies under those dozens of fire dragons, Kevin really doesn't know what to do. The current Magic Association absolutely can't afford such a loss.

  "I'm fine." Lin Li shook his head, signaling Kevin to relax.

  He indeed didn't suffer any harm, but thinking back on the process in detail, he couldn't help but feel a little secretly frightened.

  The power of that ruby ring was unexpectedly strong, with dozens of fire dragons rushing in, equivalent to at least an eighth-level magic. Lin Li, relying on a elemental shield to weaken most of the damage, still had one or two fire dragons break through the elemental shield's seal and directly attack his body.

  However, under the powerful anti-demon properties of the Flame Emperor's cloak, these one or two fire dragons did not cause him any harm and instantly dissipated in the anti-magic field as soon as they came into contact with it.

  Now thinking of the danger, Lin Li couldn't help but feel a little secretly relieved.

  Fortunately, the Flame Cloak had an anti-demon attribute attached to it; otherwise, those one or two fire dragons would not have been fatal, but they could still have caused him a lot of harm.

  Lin Li looked at the Grey Robed cultivator with some confusion: "I am Ferre, and you are..."

  "I am an old friend of Andrew's."

  "Oh? You know Anduin?" After leaving the Sunset Mountains, Lin Li heard news of Anduin for the first time and couldn't help but glance at the Grey Robe several times: "What's his situation now, is his temper still as stubborn as before?"

  "Hehe... almost, a few days ago in Orlanne, he mentioned you again. I think you're quite interesting, so I came to Galos specifically to take a look." The Grey Robe Mage smiled warmly, his gaze at Lin Li filled with a hint of obvious admiration.

  "You're too kind." Lin Li's expression was humble and respectful, but his eyes kept darting back to Bathelaur, while he subtly exerted mental pressure on him, all the while secretly calculating the timing of his bleeding hands...

  "...such a small trick, how could it deceive the Grey Robed Master? For a moment, the old man couldn't help but feel both angry and amused. However, given his identity, he naturally couldn't expose him directly, so he awkwardly reminded Lin Li: "This...Fere, can you please let go of Bathelol first? If he continues to bleed like this, I'm afraid his life will be in danger..."

  "Do you know Batholomew?" The secretly moving hands and feet were exposed, but Lin Li didn't feel embarrassed at all, only putting on a surprised expression: "So that's what it was, the magic earlier was yours?"

  "This...". Hearing this, the Grey Robed Monk seemed to have a feeling of being bitten back, but since Lin Li had already asked, he could only open his mouth to persuade: "I saw everything that happened earlier, it was indeed Basler's fault. But who made me unlucky, I just so happen to know his grandfather. In order not to let that old man say I didn't help him in his time of need, I had no choice but to lend a hand and help him out with a small favor. Besides, you've already taught him a lesson earlier, can't you give me some face and just let this matter drop?"

  "Oh... so that's how it is." Lin Li responded very concisely, and without hesitation withdrew the spiritual energy: "It's just a small matter, let's consider it settled as you said."

  "Then... I'll thank you on behalf of that kid, Basler. The Grey Robed Cultivator probably didn't expect Lin Li to agree so readily, and after thinking about it for a moment, he felt somewhat apologetic towards Lin Li, so he added with a hint of apology: "But don't worry, I'll make sure that old man from his family gives you an explanation today."

  "Don't bother too much, it's just a small matter, I won't stoop to his level."

  Lin Li smiled with a friendly face, but secretly had already condensed a Wind Blade.

  The Grey Robed Cultivator had just let out a sigh of relief when he suddenly sensed a surge of magical energy, and before he could even react, the air was filled with a tearing sound.

  Basel just got rid of his mental oppression, but suddenly felt a numbness in his hand.

  Right behind a sharp pain came from the left hand, looking down and saw another nameless finger fell on the thick carpet, plus the previous ice cone's damage, for a time, Bathrol's left hand was also bloody and fuzzy, the tearing pain came one after another, and Bathrol fainted on the spot...

  "Alas..." The grey-robed monk didn't even have time to react, only letting out a light sigh as he gazed at Lin Li with some helplessness: "What's the point of this?"

  "I won't tolerate him stabbing me in the back, but you're a friend of Andurin's, and I don't want to see you in trouble either." Lin Li still had a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened just now: "So this is the best solution."

  "An Duoyin wasn't wrong, you little guy is indeed a wolf-like person... whoever offends you will be bitten back... " The gray-robed monk shook his head, with a hint of amusement and helplessness: "Forget it, since one finger has already been cut off, cutting off another one would balance things out..."

  "You're too kind." Lin Li smiled humbly, but his eyes remained fixed on the Grey Robed Master: "Now can you tell me, apart from being an old friend of Andurin's, what other identity do you have?"

  "I am Green Burnside."