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"Huh?!" Julius nearly bounced off Field's lap.

"Calm down." Summerfield pushed Julius back into his arms with a little force.

After being pressed like this, half of the brave man's face was buried in Summerfield's chest, but he had no time to take care of it. He looked up eagerly and whispered: "Don't be kidding, the power of light above is real. So many people Look, look, now that the senior mage is going to take the test for attack immunity, how can it be fake."

"Well, even if you and those present here perceive the power of light, why do you think he is the power of light?"

"That is……"

Somerfield stretched out a finger and pressed Julius's mouth, he smiled but his eyes were indescribably deep: "Humans are always afraid of their own unknown areas, so when magic—this unknown thing appears At that time, a lot of energy and financial resources will be invested. Human beings' perception of magic is too one-sided, let alone magicians, how do fighters like you feel the magic on the opposite side? Warriors who cannot perceive magic power How should I fight a mage?"

"Based on the familiarity of the magic spell and the small movements of the mage when casting the spell. For example, if it is a fire-type magic, you will feel the scorching heat of the air, and the water-type magic will drain the nearby water elements, so the air will become dry instead. Then What about the power of light? What do you use to perceive the power of light?"

"Soft light, holy feeling and relaxing comfort, can heal other people's wounds, this is all the magic of light that you know... Although the breath of light is really heavy when you are far away Yes, but when you get so close, you will find that if the heavenly skirt has only such a little power, it can't be called a city defense armor at all, but just a slightly rare armor."

Of course, the most fundamental reason is just such a little power of light, which has not yet reached the point of making me feel unhappy.

Summerfield muttered silently in his heart.

Even if it is a demon king who is immune to magic power, the aversion to the light breath is the innate instinct of every demon race.However, because of his physique, Summerfield has shown a strong resistance to light magic since he was a child. Although he can feel the ordinary light breath, he has never been taken seriously because it cannot cause substantial damage to him.Only items with too strong aura of light produced by the heavens can make the devil feel a little uncomfortable.

"But look, the attack immunity test..."

"The clothes are worn on people," Summerfield said.

Julius was silent for a moment.Since it is worn on a person, it is so easy for a high-level mage to release a protective magic on a person without everyone noticing.It is much more convenient than engraving inscriptions on clothes.

"Julius, trust me." Summerfield let him go with a smile.

Julius jumped away from Field's side with lightning speed, and kept a distance of one meter from him: "I see...don't act casually next time! Can't you talk about something? "

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Somerfield apologized insincerely: "Don't stay so far away from me, sit down a bit more?"

"I think this is enough, it's enough! It's better to say that I want to stay away from you for the time being, um! Hall, let's change seats... Hall?"

Hall concentrated on watching the situation in the auction house, without any intention of distracting the brave man.Then the brave man saw the cotton stuffed in his ears.

At this time, Hall finally noticed Julius' gaze, and he took out the cotton in his ear and asked, "Hey, are you finished?"

"Hey, just now a few people on the second floor have been making small movements, what are they doing?"

In the shadows, a black figure approached quietly.

"It's nothing, it's just the flirting of ordinary young couples." The man stared at the devil for a long time, then turned and walked to the deck.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Go to patrol the deck." The man turned his back to each other and waved.