I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

"...Scorching sand grazed the soles of my feet, dappled light flickered across her face, obscuring the bustling beach behind her, and the hot, fishy wind made me squint.

I couldn't make out her face at all.

Later I remembered it was just a dream."

Maan closed the book in his hand.

He knew very well that he shouldn't be wasting time on this kind of thing right now. Nothing was more important than saving his sister's life, and Chen Yun didn't know how much longer he could hold on.

But to heal his sister, he had to defeat the evil dragon.

He was born with the mysterious power to move objects at will, a sorcerer born with bloodlines cursed and corrupted in legends, and his magic was enough to easily destroy armor and rocks, tear apart strong and brave warriors, and stop swift arrows that could pierce tree trunks.

But facing the legendary dragon alone was almost suicide for him.

So he naturally came up with a reasonable idea.

Find other dragon slayers who also wanted to win rewards, form a team with them, and jointly kill this evil and cruel dragon, avenge their former king, and reclaim the princess.

So he randomly grabbed a book and sat next to the most famous wanted notice nearby—here, there was also an inquiry desk personally built by His Majesty the Forgemaster, and many dragon slayers would come here to learn about the situation.

In Maan's view, the bravest warriors most likely to slay dragons would definitely have a serious enough attitude, so he was likely to meet many masters here, but in recent days, only some overconfident guys had appeared.

While he was sitting there, many visitors noticed him.

After all, there was a sign next to him—"High-level Sorcerer, seeking dragon-slaying partners."

Many adventurers had come to inquire about him these days, but after a simple test, he found that they just wanted to try their luck and see if they could get a reward by following him.

But today was different. There was a very special guy mixed among them.

"Hey, are you a high-level sorcerer?" A loud female voice came from behind him, and she even casually patted him on the shoulder, "Why aren't you wearing a robe that represents your status?"

In the Rama Kingdom, high-level sorcerers refer to sorcerers of level IV to V. Even in the Rama Kingdom, this level of spellcasters is not very common, so it's no wonder the woman was a little skeptical of his identity.

Maan turned around and looked at the guy who had quietly approached behind him.

Beautiful muscle lines could be vaguely seen in her brown skin, and her slightly bulging arms would not make people doubt whether she could wield a weapon, but her dress was slightly strange.

While wearing cloth clothes, she wore a metal helmet on her head.

Reflecting dazzling sunlight.

But this also made Maan a little more alert, because she was able to approach behind him unnoticed while wearing a metal helmet, which meant that she had a good level of stealth.

And looking at her attire, she didn't seem to be an assassin or a thief.

"You don't look much better yourself," Maan retorted.

"Ha." The woman chuckled, raised her hand and patted the metal helmet, "You wouldn't have noticed if you didn't tell me, sorry, for special reasons, I can't take this helmet off, but I can assure you.

"I am the most outstanding warrior you can find. As long as I can get close to that dragon, I can chop off its head with a blade, but the problem is that I have no way to get close to the dragon, especially after putting on this helmet.

"So I'm looking for a suitable partner."

Maan didn't care about her strange appearance:

"If what you said is true, then I can cooperate with you. I do have a way to limit the dragon's movement and help my companions approach it, but you need to prove your ability to me."

After hearing Maan's words, the woman seemed to have forgotten that she had questioned him first, and naturally followed Maan's words.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

Maan raised his hand, and the rock not far away was "uprooted" and floated in front of the woman.

"Prove your strength."

Hearing this, the helmeted woman retracted her right arm to her abdomen, and then with the crisp sound of breaking wind...

Before Maan could see the other party's movements clearly, her arm had already penetrated into the rock, and easily pierced Maan's unretracted telekinetic film, and as the woman pulled her arm out of the rock again.

The pulverized rock flowed out of the hole like a waterfall.

Then the entire stone wrapped in telekinesis collapsed and shattered towards the empty position.

"You are very powerful." Maan narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party, "So what you said is true? As long as you get close to the dragon, you can solve it?"

The woman slightly raised her visor, revealing a confident smile:

"Of course, I can kill anything with flesh and blood."

Maan asked vigilantly:

"Why haven't I heard of you before?"

The woman smiled, revealing her teeth:

"I was born with supernatural power when I was a child. If you don't believe me, I can take you to my hometown to ask. I was helping my family farm when I was five years old. Thirty cows are no match for me."

Hearing this, Maan basically believed it.

In the Rama Kingdom, there are indeed many extraordinary people like them who are born with extraordinary talents.

Maan nodded slightly:

"My name is Maan, a wild sorcerer. You have just seen my innate magic. I can remotely move objects and creatures with magic, and I can also make you move at high speed, as long as your body can withstand it."

The woman pulled the visor back on:

"My name is..."

The dazzling light overshadowed the sound.

The helmeted woman told the sorcerer Maan her name.

In this way, they knew each other's names, but in our future stories, Maan rarely called this woman who came out of nowhere by her name directly.

He gave the woman a very descriptive nickname—Helmet Woman.

After listening to her introduction, Maan suddenly mentioned:

"By the way, we haven't talked about how to divide the money yet."

The woman's tone was a little surprised:

"Isn't it split equally?"

Like Maan's feeling, the Helmet Woman didn't have much of a brain. He just followed the words and she had already defaulted to joining his team.

But he didn't intend to trick the other party.

"No, I don't need wealth. I just want the king to help me cure my sister's illness. You can take all the wealth except this, so when it comes to slaying the dragon, you don't have to worry about me competing with you."

"I understand." The Helmet Woman's tone was obviously a little surprised and admired. She patted her breastplate and then said, "Don't worry, I won't let you down.

"On this road, I'll cover you."