Abela’s facial expression changed from shameful to angry with the Fire Arrow being put out. She glared at Duren Burg, who was rolling about on the ground in laughter. Just at this time the other mercenaries couldn’t hold on anymore but burst into laughter too, making the whole caravan immersed in a frolicking ambiance.
Qian Jin smiled faintly from the corner of his lips. Mages and warriors were to team up with each other, but Abela, a mage, mocked the warriors around her, how dare she? Even if Duren Burg didn’t fight back tit for tat, he himself, Qian Jin, would give her a lesson, or else, it would be such a huge pain in the ass to hear her, a lofty noisy parrot endlessly twittering before they could reach the Demons’ territory.
"You!" Abela was so exasperated that she lifted her arm to conjure a strong beam of flame from her broad robe sleeve—Fire Magic Scroll!
