I Got 999 Level With One Cut

The little girl with pink hair immediately confirmed it in her heart.    

If it wasn't a mage, no one would wear strange clothes and run around in this kind of weather, and even act like it wasn't cold at all.    

One had to know, this wasn't a place where the temperature in winter almost never dropped to zero degrees...    

Moreover, from the fabric and workmanship of the robe, it should be one of the more powerful types.    

Before the war started, all kinds of mages, swordsmen, and archers could be seen walking on the streets of Brandenburg as if nothing had happened. In Estelle's memory, the most common type of magician was probably that kind of young face. One hand. He held the wand in his other hand and held a few magic book books in his other hand. He was wearing a wrinkled black standard long robe.    

Their strength might be at the absolute bottom of the magic pyramid, but even if it was this kind of weak mage, Estelle did not dare to provoke.    

A slightly stronger mage was usually very hard to see, because almost all of them had their own carriage. Once the curtains were pulled, the appearance of the passengers could not be seen from the outside.    

These people would wear robes with golden circles embroidered on their sleeves, and they would wear different custom-made mage robes. They would not make a move on the streets, so Estelle did not know how strong they were... However, it was usually these people who could make the black-robed young mages keep quiet out of fear with just a glance.    

The reason why there were only these two types of people was because she had indeed never seen someone even more powerful.    

Most of the more powerful mages lived in seclusion. A large portion of them were professors from several national magic universities in Westfalen during peacetime. They did not enter the city personally.    

Therefore, Estelle subconsciously divided the girl in front of her into the second type in her mind.    

The densely-packed golden patterns on the white mage robe faintly lit up. Her silver hair flowed down her body like moonlight. Standing in the snow, she was like... a fairy from the legends.    

Such a beautiful and powerful existence was staring at her.    

"Sir... Mage, is there anything I can help you with?"    

Estelle could not help but lower her head. Because of her low status, she did not dare to look directly at him. She held the box containing the black cat Elwin and took a few steps back, her teeth fighting back and forth in the cold air. The words that came out sounded intermittent.    

The pink-haired girl only felt a little afraid.    

Although the other party looked to be such a friendly existence... Estelle was completely unable to imagine why a high and mighty mage would come looking for her...    

On the other side, Riko was also stunned for a moment before realizing that the other party's words that sounded incomparably awkward actually referred to her.    

She initially wanted to come over and take a look, but because she could not see anyone on the street, it was rare to see one. She wanted to take a look and say hello or something.    

But when she walked a little closer, Riko suddenly realized that... This person... In the box that the pink-haired girl was carrying, there was an ordinary-looking black cat that cautiously stuck its head out. In the depths of its soul, there was a trace of a powerful pressure that was like a pure-blooded giant dragon.    

This was definitely a magical creature with a powerful bloodline.    

Riko Hasegawa was certain that as long as she allowed it to grow in time, this cat would definitely possess power that far surpassed any magic beast she had seen so far.    

The Tolstoy had only entered adulthood not long ago, and it had not yet entered the Peak of the Dragon's Birth. It still had a chance to advance further, and break through to the Ninth Rank Level Six. At that level, there should be almost no one who could withstand the illusion created by the white dragon... However, that was the end of it.    

The limit of the Soul Suppressing Song Dragon was Ninth Rank Level Six. The shackles in their bloodline made it impossible for them to advance no matter how long they cultivated or how many fortuitous encounters they had.    

This was already very high. One had to know that the upper limit of 99% of the magic beast's bloodline was below the Devil Instructor. The Goblin was at the Fourth Rank, the Thunderbird was at the Sixth Rank, and the Storm Pursuer was at the Rank 8. As for the pure-blooded dragons, they were at the Ninth Rank Level 8.    

There was no upper limit to the level of the Goblins. Besides humans and elves, there was only the legendary race - the Slime.    

However, very quickly, Riko's attention shifted away from the black cat.    

This time, it was because... Only she could understand the reason.    

The girl in front of her spoke softly as she subconsciously retreated. It made the silver-haired girl think of... herself.    

Because of her insignificance and weakness, she relied on this careful way of speaking and behavior to build a protective shell outside... Riko could not be any more familiar with it.    

Also...    

To walk alone on the streets in this sort of winter, wearing such thin clothes, she must not be living a good life.    

Riko inexplicably felt that there was fog in front of her eyes. She hurriedly used her sleeve to wipe it clean.    

Thus, she stretched out her hand towards the pink-haired girl.    

... "Hey, come to my side. It's warmer here."    

Estelle opened her eyes wide. After hesitating for a while, she timidly grabbed Riko's palm.    

"Can you tell me... your name?" The silver-haired girl slightly increased the amount of magic she injected and the warm fire elements quickly heated up the surrounding air in a larger area. She tilted her head and whispered.    

"... " Yes. "    

The warm feeling made Estelle feel a lot more at ease, although she was still on guard. In fact, the girl knew in her heart that if the person in front of her, as a mage, wanted to take something from her, she would attack from the very beginning. She absolutely had no way.    

After all, with such an identity, even if they were to be dismembered on the streets, no one would care...    

"My name is... Estelle Schrodinger."    

The pink-haired girl pointed at the black cat that stuck its head out of the box and looked at Riko with blinking eyes.    

"Its name is Erwin Schrodinger. My cat."    

"Then... Estelle..."    

Riko gently tidied her hair and an invisible force field above her head gently pushed the snowflakes to the side like a dome. She did not let the snowflakes fall on her head, but she still subconsciously did these actions.    

Following that, a jumping flame suddenly appeared in the silver-haired girl's palm.    

... "Do you want to learn magic?"    

"Lord Mage..."    

"[Please don't call me that... I will be troubled.]"    

"I don't have money."    

"It's alright..."    

" I don't have talent either. "    

"It doesn't matter."    

"I don't have anything. You won't get anything from me."    

"It doesn't matter."    

Estelle shrunk her neck. She looked at Riko alertly.    

"You... You want to trick me into using me as a human experimental material, right?! Even if I freeze to death here... I will not let you get what you want!"