In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

Because after hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, the swivel chair squeaked and turned around under the heavy pressure that it should not bear at its age.

A huge and terrifying figure appeared in front of Weston.

He was wearing the same maintenance uniform as the mechanic downstairs, but it was clean without a trace of oil stains.

The plump body held up the oversized maintenance work uniform that was obviously custom-made.

The way Weston held up his clothes this morning, it was obvious that he looked like a dwarf in front of him.

A fat man, even a fat man of very, very large tonnage, Weston should not use a terrifying impression.

In his previous life on the Internet, Weston had never seen such a fat man.

Even if he doesn't exist in reality, we have seen the exaggerated fat Weston in various movies and TV series.

But a fat man with a robot head and a body full of fat is rare.

This scene of machinery and fat living and dying together, and engine oil and fat sharing the same fate, really makes Weston feel horrible.

"Hey, Mike. I read the newspaper and guessed that a guy like you must have found such a good guy. You made it easy for me to wait. I've been waiting here for you for two days."

"I haven't been able to eat or sleep well these past two days, and I've lost weight!"

The giant fat man with the machine head jumped out of the chair with agility that didn't fit his body, walked up to Mike, and stretched out his hand to Mike.

"Eli, this young man downloaded the dungeon for the first time and had an accident. He had to rest for two days and kept you waiting for a long time."

Mai Ke's face was expressionless, and he put his palms together calmly. After seeing the wizard's etiquette, the two parties sat at opposite ends of the huge desk.

"Would you like one?"

Erlu took out a wooden box the size of a suitcase from under his desk, pushed it to Mike and opened it.

In the wooden box are neatly arranged cigars.

The difference is that the size of these cigars has been proportionally enlarged to fit the size of the giant fat man Erlu.

Each one is more than twenty centimeters long, as thick as an adult cucumber.

Weston's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw it. He couldn't imagine the gentle and elegant Michael getting high with a big cucumber in his mouth.

Thinking about that scene, Weston felt it was irritating to his eyes.

"No need, my lungs can't stand this stuff, you can enjoy it yourself!"

Mike politely declined Er Lu's offer, if it was a good intention.

However, Erlu noticed Weston's surprised look and pushed the cigar box in front of Weston teasingly.

"Young man, do you want one?"

Weston didn't expect that this problem would suddenly be placed in front of him. He looked embarrassed and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Eli, stop teasing the child. With his first-level magical power, he can't even light this cigar."

Fortunately, Mai Ke spoke in time and rescued Weston.

"Hahaha……"

Erlu took back the cigar box, took out a cigar, put it into two rows of large steel teeth and picked it up.

As an obvious wave of witchcraft power floated on the head of the cigar, the cigar in Erlu's mouth was lit by the witchcraft power.

The cut tobacco mixed with the spices of meditation burned in the witchcraft flame. The thick and fragrant smoke was inhaled into Erhu's mouth. After turning in a circle, it was sprayed out from Erlu's steel nose.

The two smoke pillars were like two sharp arrows. After being sprayed out from Erlu's nose, they collided together in mid-air and turned into a thick fog, covering a large area of ​​the ceiling.

Erli's office has special equipment for this. The ventilation equipment senses the smoke covering the ceiling and automatically turns on. A breeze flows through the office, pulling out all the smoke out of the office.

Weston's eyes almost popped out of his head.

The air-conditioning-like ventilation witch in this office is too awesome. I wonder if the performance of the air-conditioning equipment used by capitalists on earth in the previous life was so exaggerated.

Weston's surprised look caught the eyes of the two veteran professionals, causing them to smile knowingly.

Both came from the period of low-level professionals, and both of them could empathize with Weston's emotions.

The two of them have reached this point, fighting bloody battles for the Wizard Tower all their lives. Although they were lucky enough to climb to a high position, their bodies were also left with numerous scars from the battles.

Erli's brain wrapped in steel prosthetics and Mike's electronic prosthetic eyes are all the price left behind in those battles.

After withdrawing from the frontline battlefield, the large sums of wealth they accumulated were used not only for enjoyment, but also for their own hobbies.

Erlu's tank fighter repair shop and the gunners raised by Mike's men are their respective hobbies.

"Eli, this is my new gunman Weston. I will bring him to identify him and bring your baby back."

"Hungry Wolf, I saw your name in the newspaper. Haha..."

Speaking of the name Hungry Wolf, Erlu burst into crazy laughter.

Weston lowered his head in embarrassment and almost found a crack in the ground and slipped in.

Behind the news that Weston fainted from copy hunger, a large number of professionals who were watching the excitement were there to ridicule the ignorance of the newcomers.

Even though Weston didn't forget to bring food, it was because of the skill effect of the Iron-Blooded Warrior that he was short of food.

But the old birds don't care about the reason why Weston fainted.

They just want to regain the face they lost when they were rookies with the new rookies.

Under the heckles of the troublemakers, Weston also got the nickname "Hungry Wolf" in the comment section.

It's a hungry wolf, not a bad wolf.

"Young man, don't be ashamed!"

Urul smiled at Weston and said, "Who didn't do something stupid when they first became a battle wizard?"

"Those who throw away their guns and lose their lives. This kind of thing happens every year when new people arrive. It's normal. Look at your boss Mai Ke, don't look at the shit he pretends to be now. He was a newbie, but... "

"Cough cough..."

Faced with the revelations from Erli, who was more senior than him, Mike could only cough awkwardly, interrupting the old Erli's gossip.

"Okay, okay, no more talking."

Erlu still saved some face for Mike and changed the subject to mention Weston.

"Weiston, you look so thin, you need to eat more good food to make up for it."

"The Battle Wizard Academy is all about old antiques. They raise you all like chickens. How can you defeat those bastard monsters?"

"We magic gun professionals only play with calibers. If you are not strong enough, how can you lift the gun?"

Weston didn't expect that after strengthening his muscles as fast as blowing up a balloon, he would still be called thin.

But looking at his own body shape, and looking at Erli's body shape, Weston wisely shut up and listened.

"Weiston, take out your loot and let Erlu see its condition."

Erli rambled for a long time and smoked most of the cucumber-like cigar before Mike interrupted and got down to business.

Weston obediently took out the pair of steel horns from his backpack and placed them on his desk.