Chapter 210 Pet Contract
"Ah, man, why bother? You have less than two hundred kinnas yourself, five thousand? You're using the nobles' money, right? Something bad will happen. You've made so much money, stop it, don't be greedy."
The player sighed and gave earnest advice.
"None of your business! I take the money, and you just collect it."
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth. I'm just a liar. I just want to cheat you out of your money. Once you give me the money, I'll disappear."
"I don't believe it."
"If you are a liar, will you return my money? Will you tell me?
I understand, you just think the money is too little, OK, I'll pay more!"
The butler gritted his teeth and spoke.
"Six thousand. I'll bet six thousand Nas. Is that enough?"
"This...this...Ah, tell me, are we liars?"
The player pulled another player over and asked.
"Yes, we are indeed scammers, but we really don't want to offend your noble family, otherwise why would we return the money to you? Can you just let us go?"
"You think it's not enough? Seven thousand five hundred and seventy guineas. I'll give you seven thousand five hundred and seventy guineas. That's enough!"
As he spoke, the butler grabbed a handful of gold coins and put them in the player's hand.
"I'll go get the money right away. Sorry to bother you. Sorry to bother you."
After the butler finished speaking, he turned around and left. The two players looked at each other and sighed slightly.
"well."
After a while, the butler with a ruddy face walked out of the castle with two players with sad faces. The guards following behind them were carrying several large boxes in their hands.
I could vaguely hear the two players whispering something because I was close.
"It's all your fault. You let it slip. Why are you talking nonsense?"
"What? I didn't do it on purpose. Instead of blaming me, you should think about how to explain to your boss later.
The boss has strictly ordered us not to leak the news. Otherwise, if other people find out and disturb the boss, we will be in big trouble."
"Seven thousand and five is still a little too little. Some time ago, someone invested ten thousand in the boss, but the boss accepted it very reluctantly and his face was not very good. Our seven thousand plus..."
"Well, I still have to find a way to push him."
Listening to the sighs of the two people behind him, the butler showed a hint of pride on his face. However, at this moment, suddenly a player ran over quickly, shouting.
"Master Butler, Master Butler, they are liars, don't be fooled, they are both liars!"
The butler frowned slightly, but his expression suddenly changed when he heard the excited voices of the players behind him.
“Hey, some people say we are liars!”
"You're just in time. We shouldn't give this butler a chance. I'll count to three, two, one and then we'll run. Remember, we were exposed and fled in a panic. Don't give the butler a chance. Listen to me..."
The housekeeper's face changed drastically.
"Here he comes, beat him to death with sticks!"
Before he could finish his words, several warriors appeared in front of the player and beat him to death with sticks, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
The butler turned around and saw the surprise on the two players' faces, and said with a little pride.
"Don't worry, I won't let the thugs run into you two."
"This...we are indeed..."
"Okay, I won't send you off any further. I'll wait for your news."
After saying this, the butler walked away quickly without waiting for the two to reply.
Seeing this, the two players looked at each other and finally shrugged.
He was still mumbling something, but his expression was much more relaxed now.
"Where did this idiot come from?"
"It must be the group of idiots from the Ao Shi Guild. They just arrived in Red Maple City and targeted us, causing us quite a bit of damage."
"Yo, you're planning to step on us to get to the top? How will the president react?"
As soon as the player asked, the other player looked at him with surprise.
"Will the president have a second reaction?"
"Yeah, that's right."
The player pinched his wrist and a grim smile appeared on his face.
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"Screenshot.jpg"
Zou Peng sent a screenshot and Mo Lan clicked it to take a look.
A fish covered with black scales came into Mo Lan's eyes. It had thick dark diamond-shaped scales, a huge body, a round head, and broad fins on its sides that looked like wings. This appearance made Mo Lan slightly stunned.
In the photo, the big fish is swimming proudly in the air, flapping its fins and turning its head, as if it is about to dive into the water.
It took a long time for Mo Lan to come back to his senses. He looked at the spell model on the table, made up his mind, and opened the chat box to send a message to Zou Peng.
“I want this fish!!!!”
"This is Kunpeng. [pouting]"
"I want this Kunpeng!!!"
“I know, I know. I’ll keep it for you, but you have to hurry up. The lotus flowers in this pond are all magic potions, as are the lotus roots below.
If I wasn't afraid of damaging the lotus roots and not being able to get the complete nodes, I would have sent someone to die while picking them."
"OK, OK, it shouldn't be long. I'm starting to see some signs."
"Well, that's good."
After closing the chat box, Mo Lan devoted all his attention to research.
A week passed quickly, and Mo Lan looked at several experimental reports on his desk and smiled.
The originally planned collective research week did not occur. These vice presidents and elders were more powerful than each other. Without waiting for Mo Lan to urge them, they took the initiative to hand in their experimental reports. Each one was thicker than the other, as if they were engaged in an invisible contest.
Everyone who can be here is a proud genius. Although they want to communicate with like-minded people, the prerequisite is that they must be at the same level.
"My idea of establishing the Mage Association was indeed correct. If I were to do this experiment alone, I might not be able to produce such results in a month.
And now it has come out in just one week, and it is very complete, with records and extensions in all aspects.
This group of people seems to be involuntarily divided.”
Mo Lan couldn't help but laugh when he thought about what happened before.
Someone had already finished, but when he found out that others were still working on it, he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he found a topic for himself, pretended that he had not finished it yet, and continued his research.
However, others saw that this person had completed the task but was still researching... It's over. These people are more proud than each other. How could they be content with simply completing the task? How can this be tolerated?
Do it.
As a result, the experimental report finally presented to Mo Lan was a thick stack, full of useful information.
Mo Lan read it bit by bit, summarized, concluded, digested it, wrote, drew and took notes.
A morning passed, Mo Lan closed the last experimental report and wrote the last paragraph in his notes.
After finishing writing, he closed his eyes and deduced. The ink box was spinning at high speed, and Mo Lan himself was fully immersed in the calculations.
Soon, Mo Lan wrote down the final conclusion in his notes.
“In summary, prepare the spell slots in advance and form a mental imprint in them. After forcibly opening the channel on the extraordinary core through the magic wave method, put the prepared spell slots in, suppress the soul of the monster, and achieve the suppression effect with the mental imprint.
By using spell slots to maintain the existence of the mental imprint, the control effect can exist for a long time. The specific time remains to be seen. Since the spell slots will autonomously absorb and transform the Warcraft's mental power to replenish the consumption after the consumption is generated, it is expected to last at least one year.
Note:
1. A spell slot that has been separated from the body cannot be condensed again before it collapses and can be taken back.
2. The spell slot can only control monsters of the same level. According to experiments, after successful control, the monster's level can be higher than the spell slot, but the greater the gap, the greater the possibility of breaking free from control. The mage needs to replace the suppression spell slot before the gap between the spell slot and the monster's level widens. "
Mo Lan stopped writing, looked at the passage quietly, pondered for a moment, then looked up and slowly wrote a few words.
"Pet Contract!"
