How could people outside know nothing about the goings-on in the reception room? The soundproofing facilities here are not good enough, and magic is not used to isolate them. People outside can hear a slightly louder argument.
However, no one rushed in in a panic to protect the guild leader. Only the dark elf who received the nobles and his party at the beginning opened the door slowly and looked inside. She was surprised but not surprised.
With a sweet expression on his face, he said with a sweet smile: "It's time to start, do you need me to clean up the aftermath?"
Although he didn't say a single bad word, there were no good intentions behind his words, which made the baron who originally coveted the dark elves feel cold. Especially when the other party pulled out a snake whip from under his skirt,
Seeing a living python spitting out snake messages made the Baron even more chilled. Because the female dark elf who played with the snake whip could not be a small person.
As soon as he turned the gun and put the Smith & Wesson M29 back into the holster in his arms, Uzov used the calm attitude trained by the magician, crossed his legs and hugged his knees, and said very gentlemanly: "It needs to be cleaned up.
The aftermath is not what you thought. Please take those two out for treatment, they are not dead yet."
"Really? I used a small cricket to shoot the earth dragon before. It only took one shot, and the earth dragon was completely gone, leaving only four dragon palms. These two guys were shot directly, can they still survive?" Mai Ershuo
In an innocent tone, he said sweet words that made people's scalp numb.
But Uzov replied angrily: "It's not like you haven't used a rifle for hunting. You can't forget the effect of paralyzing bullets. And if you compare the M29 with the Little Cricket, can the two be compared? I also adjusted these two guns.
An attack that reaches the level of paralysis. But what you said is not impossible. Because I have never used such an attack on anyone, so I don’t know if they have the physique of a Warcraft, or whether they will be paralyzed and die directly. So.
Please take them down and check them out. I don’t care if they have broken limbs or limbs. They have drawn their swords and are ready to chop them down anyway. But their lives must not be lost. We are not a place where people can kill people if they don’t make business."
The dark elf shrugged and showed an indifferent expression. Then he swung his snake whip and wrapped the leg of the warrior who fell further away. At the same time, he grabbed the arm of the warrior who fell closer and dragged him away. He didn't say anything yet.
Skills or possible magical skills, this power alone cannot be ignored by others.
For the two soldiers who were treated rudely, Uzov Gantia had no sympathy at all. However, the nobleman sitting opposite and the black-clothed deacon standing steadily behind had their own expressions. The same thing, they also had no sympathy.
Care about the two people who fell to the ground.
The baron showed greedy eyes and stared closely at the place where Uzov put away the gun. He stretched out his tongue and licked his upper lip. He suppressed his excitement and asked in a hoarse voice: "President, what was the price of that weapon just now?"
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He doesn't care about the life and death of his guards, he only wants new things. Uzov confirmed again that he really hates creatures like 'nobles'. "I'm sorry, that's not for sale."
The baron raised his voice excitedly and asked, "What! Didn't I just say that everything owned by the Technical Guild can be sold? Are you lying?"
Uzov spread his hands helplessly and said: "Well, sir, I did say that, and it is true. But this gun is not something owned by the Technical Guild, but was given to me by my master."
I use it for self-defense. No one in the Technical Guild can make such a weapon."
"Then you make an offer. No matter what, I will buy that weapon." The baron said forcefully.
"What a pity, my lord. Will you sell the things that protect your own life? This is not a matter of money, but about your own life."
"Do you think you have the qualifications to reject a noble?" Gu
The Baron bent forward, gritted his teeth, and spoke viciously. But as soon as he finished speaking, both the speaker and the listeners suddenly felt embarrassed. Because the two men the Baron relied on had just been beaten down, and then were beaten by a dark elf woman. The priest-level girl was dragged out. Even if the baron took action on his own and planned to go into battle himself, it was hard to say whether he would be able to survive being shot.
The same goes for Uzov Gantia. Faced with a direct threat to his life, should he fight back? Should he defeat the nobleman first and then talk about the follow-up matters; or should he say harsh words first and then defeat him. The question is , now this nobleman has no real threat at all except verbal threats. Do you want to fight back?
During this moment of stalemate, the deacon in black moved. He walked around to the sofa, sat down and said, "It's the bell on the cat's collar, right?"
An inexplicable sentence broke the original deadlock. The baron looked confused, but he was not angry at his servant's behavior, but was a little flustered. Although Uzov felt deeply about this sentence, but He was even more curious about the identity of this 'deacon'. It seemed that he was not a follower of an ordinary nobleman.
Seeing that Uzov didn't reply, the black-clothed deacon continued: "Considering that the woman next to the magician is rumored to be the demon king who ruled the Mystery a thousand years ago and started the Dark Age. The people of the Ikaruga Alliance claim to be part of the good camp, It's impossible for you to be indifferent to such rumors. Then from what I can imagine, your role should be to monitor the Demon King nearby. So, am I right?"
"Your Highness..." The baron wanted to persuade him, but as soon as he said the words, he regretted and shut his mouth.
Uzov showed an expression of sudden realization and asked politely: "Who is this His Highness?"
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, the baron, with the nod of the black-clothed deacon, cautiously introduced: "This is the second prince of the Winter Mountain Kingdom, His Highness Jacques."
Now that the other party revealed his identity, Uzov certainly would not pretend to be stupid. But he also could not act too flattering. He also performed a common courtesy and greeted him.
But Prince Jacques didn't care. He shook his hand and said, "That's an inconspicuous little country. With my rude sister here, I don't want to go back to that place at all. But what I just said is right or wrong." ?Also, if these things are known to your master, what do you think will happen?"
"Nothing will happen. Because you just ran to him and told him what he knew," Uzov Gantia said calmly.
Such an answer did not shock the prince who had just revealed his identity. Instead, he looked at the man in front of him who spoke confidently with interest and asked curiously: "Do they all know? Even if they know, they still keep you by their side?" They trust you so much? Then you still say they don’t value you at all?”
"Your Highness, would you believe me if I said that the magician I regard as my master does not believe in trust and loyalty, but is a complete believer in interests? In fact, he is indeed such a person. But the interests he pursues are not just tangible or intangible things like money and power, but include positions and ideas. Strictly speaking, as long as he is not a tit-for-tat enemy, he will choose to coexist peacefully. So and When he signed a contract to follow me, I didn't show my sincerity and loyalty, I just told him what I wanted to do and he agreed. As for whether the other person knows about it, to be honest, she doesn't care. She has the right to not care."
The unexpected answer made Prince Jacques, who was wearing servant clothes, not concealing the surprise and curiosity on his face.