The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted - Chapter 121

Residents in the Eastern Continent have rarely seen magic, and now they are immediately interested when they see the magical performance of the juggler.

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The juggler glanced at the audience who had been eagerly waiting for a week, and he took out a gunpowder gun from his waist.

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This thing is not magic, and it is not prohibited in the Eastern Continent, but after all, this thing was first developed by the Western Continent, so although it has spread in the Eastern Continent, it is not widely used.

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Ansair was once attacked by pirates with this type of gunpowder gun. The power is not large, and it is a threat to civilians who have no cultivation. Even adventurers of the black iron level can flexibly avoid the attack.

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Those who can settle in the capital are not ordinary people, so when the juggler took out the gunpowder gun, the crowd of onlookers just shrank their heads slightly, and then they all smiled and didn’t care.

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The juggler also laughed. He took the gunpowder gun in his hand and aimed at the audience and really pressed the trigger.

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Although the audience in the front row was not too scared, they diddge subconsciously.

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But along with the sound of gunshots, what shot out of the powder gun was not a bullet, but a fresh rose that had just opened.

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“Hahaha~”

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There were strong laughter from the audience, some laughed at the avoidance of the front row audience, and some felt amused by the juggler’s unusual powder gun.

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“Do not be angry.”

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The juggler smiled at the audience in the front row.

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The audience who dodged just now looked back and found that they had been tricked and raised their heads a little embarrassedly, but they quickly merged into the cheerful atmosphere and laughed.

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The juggler took off the rose, and then used a handsome gun to hang the powder gun on the belt around his waist.

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“Beautiful roses for the most beautiful lady.”

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The juggler gave Sandro the rose in his hand, and Sandro accepted it as well, and gave the juggler a dangerous smile.

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He felt that the juggler seemed to have seen through his Transfiguration.

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The juggler gave Sandro the things he conjured in his hands twice, and the audience all noticed the “beauty” in the front row.

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With long soft golden hair draped behind him, and a pair of big watery eyes on her delicate white face, she stood slim and gave a charming smile in the dark night.

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“Sir, are you willing to cooperate with my performance? Although it may take a little courage.”

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The juggler rubbed his hands together, took out a white handkerchief and handed it to Ansair who was beside Sandro to invite him.

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Although it was an invitation, the audience present made up a smell of gunpowder from the juggler’s mouth.

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Two men and one woman, this is the standard for almost most novels and plays.

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The audience’s eyes lit up and coaxed.

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“Promise him! Promise him!”

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They regarded the juggler’s invitation as an invitation similar to a duel, but when Ans El heard their coaxing, he felt as if the juggler was proposing to him, and his face was full of black lines.

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Sandro must have been spoiled by the audience, and he also looked at Ans El with anticipation, and wanted Ans El to accept the juggler’s invitation for him.

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“How do you know that what I lack most is courage.”

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Ans El himself thought that this juggler was interesting, so he took the handkerchief and said naturally.

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He wasn’t frightened by anything, it was just a mere magic show.

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The juggler took Anselm to the center of the stage, where there was a large wooden box on a shelf.

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The juggler opened the wooden box and took out an iron saw and handed it to Ans El, and then he got into the wooden box.

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“Now it’s up to you to split me from the middle, don’t worry I won’t die.”

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The juggler kicked his legs playfully and made a face to the audience.

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Ans El weighed the iron saw in his hand and did nothing.

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Although he didn’t see much magic in his previous life, he still watched this kind of well-known and common magic on TV, so that he didn’t worry about the juggler at all.

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“Are you ready?”

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Ans El raised the iron saw high and asked the juggler. Not only was there no fear, but a smile on his face.

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The audience held their breath. Although they had not seen dead people before, and many even killed people themselves, it was the first time they had seen someone who trapped themselves like a juggler and let others kill them.

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The juggler nodded and said impatiently.

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“I can’t wait anymore, man!”

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Ans El wielded the iron saw, and with his strength, even with a wooden stick, he could cut open the box together with the juggler’s body, not to mention the iron saw in his hand.

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However, Ans Air still cooperated with the juggler’s performance quite a bit. He saved most of the force at the first attempt, but only cut the wooden box in half.

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“what!”

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The juggler closed his eyes in pain, and the facial features on his face were bunched up.

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Blood spilled from the cracks in the wooden box, but Anselm smelled a tomato smell.

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The juggler quietly opened one eye and winked at Ans El to signal that he was fine.

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But the audience thought it was true, the juggler was really hit by an iron saw, and they were stunned.

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Ansier smiled slightly, then with a ferocious face, he raised the iron saw and cut it down again.

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Some people in the audience were so frightened that they closed their eyes. They were young children who had never experienced blood.

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Ans Air had completely cut open the wooden box, and he divided the wooden box into two sides.

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The juggler’s feet are on one side, and his head is on the other side. There is nothing in the middle. What happened to his body can be imagined by the audience.

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The daring audience watched it directly. The timid audience covered their faces with their hands for fear of seeing the **** scene, but they couldn’t help but look through their fingers.

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The wooden boxes on both sides were covered with “blood”, and some people were quite frightened, but the slightly stronger audience noticed that the aura of the juggler did not actually weaken.

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Sandro held the rose, clasped the little white rabbit in his hand, and looked at the juggler on the stage. There were two magic runes hidden in his pupils. He had already seen through the trick of the juggler.

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“Hehe, I’m fine!”

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The juggler opened his tightly closed eyes and smiled. The painful expression just now was all faked by him.

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Ans El closed the box again at the direction of the juggler, and the juggler drilled out of the box,

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He moved his body and twisted his waist, and there was not even a trace of blood on his body.

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The audience found themselves being tricked again, but they were not angry. Instead, there were violent noises. After all, most of them did not understand how the juggler did it.

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“Thank you, thank you everyone!”

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The juggler bowed to the surrounding audience.

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At the end of the performance, Ansel was about to leave, but the juggler held his hand.

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“Don’t worry, sir. I recently researched a new trick, which has been in the experimental stage. This is the first time I have performed it in front of an audience. I wonder if you have the courage to perform it for me.”

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“Of course.”

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Ansel did not refuse. He wanted to see how far the magician had studied magic.

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The other audiences also heard what the Juggler said to Ans El. Hearing what the Juggler meant, his trick was more exciting, but it might not be perfect.

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Gu Tang </span> Juggler launched a large wooden box that is placed vertically, which is enough to hold an adult.

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He opened the big wooden box, which contained several rapiers that were very sharp at a glance.

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The juggler took out another iron lock to lock his hand, and at the same time handed the key to Ansel.

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Then he raised his hand high and motioned Ans El to check if there were other props on him.

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“Everyone is optimistic, I have nothing on me.”

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Ansier touched the magician and nodded. He really didn’t bring anything, and he didn’t have a space ring on his hand.

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Fortunately, these people had never seen a magic show before, otherwise they would have suspected that Anselm was a caregiver at the first moment.

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Ans El cooperated to hold the sword in the wooden box on his body, allowing the juggler to enter the wooden box.

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After closing the wooden box and adding the lock on the outside, the juggler said confidently to Ans El.

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“You can insert the rapier into the wooden box at will, and you don’t care what sound I make.”

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Looking at the sharp rapier in Ansel’s hand, the audience realized that this was a more dangerous performance than the previous trick.

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Ansi Er is not a hypocritical dragon. He held the rapier and gently inserted it into the wooden box, and the wooden box was easily pierced.

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“what!”

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Painful screams came from the wooden box, accompanied by rapid breathing, which was more real than before.

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Ansel frowned slightly, he felt as if he had really stabbed something, and heard a slight sound of a sharp sword piercing his muscles.

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This juggler can’t be so good, can he?

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The audience didn’t think so much at all. They thought that the juggler was just acting as before, and they were not worried at all.

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Only those with stronger strength, and Sandro clearly felt that the aura in the wooden box was indeed a little disordered.

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Even if the juggler really died, it was a performance accident, and it wasn’t Ansier’s head to blame, so Ansier didn’t panic at all, and continued to insert the rapier in his hand into the wooden box.

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Isn’t it just courage, he has a lot.

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Just a human, not a dragon on Dragon Island, Ans El wouldn’t feel any guilt.

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Every time Ans El inserted the rapier into the wooden box, there would be a heart-piercing scream from the wooden box.

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At first, it was just a scream, but as the places where Ansel was inserted increased, the space on the wooden box became less and less.

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A loud banging sound soon came from the wooden box.

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“Let me out, let me out, don’t interrupt, the performance failed!”

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The audience also seemed to have noticed something was wrong, but then they smiled again, after all, they didn’t want to be played by the juggler again.

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“Keep going!”

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The audience shouted excitedly.

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Of course Anselm chose to listen to the majority of people, go ahead!

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He inserted a sword into the wooden box again, this time there was a sound of vomiting blood from inside the wooden box.

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Blood seeped out from under the wooden box, the juggler’s cries for help weakened, and the breath of life in the box continued to decline.

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Holding the last sword in his hand, Ans El lightly tapped the ground with the tip of the sword. He was considering whether to insert the sword.

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The wooden box has long been inserted into a hedgehog by him, and with another sword, the magician will definitely be dead.

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The highest priest in the capital is only a gold-level Metropolitan, and the high-level divine art such as resurrection can only be mastered by priests above Legendary.

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“Do you want to continue?!”

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Ansier turned his head and looked at the audience shouting and asking.

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The blood from the bottom of the wooden box came to the front row audience. There was a **** smell in the air. Someone curiously touched the blood at their feet, and their expressions changed.

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“It’s real blood! I’m afraid something really happened to this juggler!”

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Recalling what the juggler said before the performance, this trick was still in the experimental stage, and other audience members also realized that the juggler might have been stabbed by a rapier in the wooden box.

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This time the audience did not blindly shout to continue, after all, it is a living life, and there is no conflict of interest with themselves, and even brought laughter to themselves just now.

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“Keep going!”

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Someone in the audience suddenly shouted, and Ansel heard it and saw that it was a well-dressed young man with a lot of followers.

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Thinking about it, it was either a powerful person in the royal capital, or a descendant of a noble who had recently come to the capital to fight in the war.

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He shouted with the people around him in a voice that was not too big to watch.

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Someone took the lead, and soon the voices of “continue” appeared in the crowd.

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Originally, they were afraid that others would say they were ruthless, but since someone has taken the lead, they are not afraid of anything.

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Gradually, the entangled audience found that everyone around them was saying continue, so they continued. Anyway, there was no loss, and others could not feel that they were cowardly and timid.

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There was a deafening voice around him, and Sandro smiled coldly, but closed his eyes and said nothing.

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Ansier looked at these humans and nodded with satisfaction. He suddenly felt that other races still had a chance to counterattack the humans and retake the continent.

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Holding the rapier in his hand tightly, Ans El did not shove into the wooden box, but swung the sword horizontally.

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A slight crack surrounded the wooden box. The wooden box was cut in half by a thin sword and collapsed to the ground, revealing the scene inside.

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The audience curiously stuck their heads out to look at the scenery in the wooden box, and saw that the inner wall of the wooden box was covered with **** handprints, but there was no one in it.

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What about the juggler?

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Sandro suddenly opened his eyes, and he felt that the moment Ansair cut open the wooden box, an aura of space magic erupted from the wooden box.

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The Juggler’s control is quite tyrannical, and only Sandro, the demigod Lich, and Ansel, who is close at hand, felt this fluctuation.

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Originally thought it was fun, Ans El couldn’t help but frowned and dropped the rapier in his hand. He hated space magicians the most.

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“Dangdangdangdang!”

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When the audience heard the sound, they turned their heads quickly, only to see the juggler coming out from behind them covered in blood.

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They put the magician and Ansi Er in a circle, how is this possible!

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The audience was startled at first, and then burst into violent applause.

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“Okay!”

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Some people applauded, this performance is much more exciting and interesting than a procrastinating and boring musical.

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The juggler took off his hat and bowed in gratitude, but he was not happy for long when two holy knights of the church suddenly appeared behind him, grabbed his hands from left to right, and lifted him up.

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“We received a report from someone, we suspect that you are a magician sent by the Magic Association! Come with us!”

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“Don’t arrest me, I’m a good citizen, a good citizen! I’m not a magician!”

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The juggler’s hat fell on the ground and couldn’t pick it up, so he could only be carried by the paladins to the church with a helpless expression.

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