Chapter 129 Simple and easy-to-understand information collection
No matter where she is, Morgan Grande has always been a presence that brings surprise and confusion to people.
But seeing this usually serious guy roll up his trouser legs, take off his jacket, and stand expressionless in the knee-high weeds, staring down at something, was really beyond expectations in a weird way.
Mogan is very good at maintaining his image as a reliable businessman, which is an extremely rare situation.
Looking closer, Neil realized that there was a huge iron pot half a meter high placed in front of Mogan.
Even stranger.
The flames must have just extinguished, and the extremely long weeds seemed to be covering them.
Unless you get close, you won't be able to see the objects inside under the cover of thick green grass, and you won't be able to discover that there is a wide shelf underneath.
The purpose is probably to isolate splashing sparks and try to avoid forest fires within the normal operating range.
While Morgan was seriously thinking about how to maximize the recovery of the pot materials after practicing the potion, when he noticed Neil's arrival, he just turned around.
Then he looked up and asked.
"The Duke doesn't plan to leave a message at the Flower House in the small town. Instead, he plans to track down my rental records with the inspector and then come directly to my door?"
Neil choked on this sentence. He didn't know how to say it for a moment, so he could only smack his lips:
"How do you know?"
"You're welcome, just making a guess."
I don't know whether what Mo Gan said casually was true or false, but asking questions at the same time made Neil focus a little more, and he didn't feel as discouraged as having accomplished nothing.
"So would he rather go to the location of the Forgotten Valley, or come here to find me directly? I guess it's the former - if it's the latter, your actions should be more concealed."
"...You guessed it right."
Nodding his head clearly, Mo Gan silently recited the incantation and moved his hand, causing the liquid at the bottom of the pot to float.
The translucent liquid at the bottom of the pot was suspended in the air for an instant, and then filled into a large potion bottle by itself.
The performance prepared for the Duke did not require much material, so Morgan just prepared a little more out of caution, just like before.
But the tool was still the same tool, and it was also the product of temporary casting - Mogan was not good at the craftsmanship of a firesmith, so he could only pour it dryly, and finally made a large pot-shaped container.
As long as it's in line with your habits and can be used.
Seeing that the bottom of the pot was finally empty, Mo Gan touched his chin and thought about cooking something, but he immediately gave up the idea.
Although the frequency is different, half-dragons also need to eat, just like ordinary people.
But after all, there is Neil here, and cooking at this time means being polite and paying for his food, which is another expense.
Mogan thought carefully and felt uncomfortable.
Seeing the businessman displaying his usual time management skills, Niall was unaware of Mogan's thoughts as he opened his mouth to confirm and poured out all the last potion products before beginning to unpack the pot.
Just took a deep breath.
"Seriously Grande, you really don't fit in with my impression of a mage. The Assun City Mage Association asked me last time if I knew who you were, and I managed to fool you."
Being a normally reasonable person, Morgan's focus this time was a bit strange. He waved his hand and put away the potion bottle first.
"What's not consistent? I think it's pretty good. What do you think a mage should be like?"
The corner of Neil's mouth twitched, but he really recalled it, "Probably wearing a robe and holding a wand or scepter. He has a rather arrogant personality... but the personality of a mage should not always be like this."
Mages are also ordinary people.
Although Neil was shocked by the female mage's cold personality that was too consistent with the stereotype due to Abdia's recent appearance, he still adhered to his principles and did not forget this.
Mogan paused for a moment, then looked extremely strange, "Have you been brainwashed by our great magician in Cole?"
If you think about it carefully, speaking of the stereotype of making a grand entrance with a scepter, since the release of magic does not necessarily require the assistance of external objects, and the wizard will find such a big thing to be heavy, this is really Everest's full responsibility.
Credit.
After all, he was the only one who always insisted on such strict attire and rituals when he accepted his apprentices, euphemistically calling it the sense of ritual brought by the elves.
——The most terrifying thing is that Everest is even proud of it. Every time he holds this kind of consciousness, he has to make a big fanfare and let many civilians watch the ceremony.
Perhaps because of this, Neil, who grew up in Asuncion, had such a deep-rooted impression.
Morgan only felt that if the elves had spirits in the sky, they might have to make up for Everest's excuses. In other words, they were good people.
"If it has developed to this point, you don't need to do any unnecessary actions." Mogan concluded, "You can even go back to Asun City directly and maybe deal with the remaining issues at Senke Tavern."
Neil touched his nose and felt that he might be biased, so he awkwardly changed the topic in another direction, "Actually, there are still some things I want to deal with, especially around the Duke..."
"Gallora... No matter what concerns you have, I would first advise you to think less about things and don't be too emotional."
Before Neil could take the initiative to explain, Morgan interrupted him and then sighed.
"Although you have a good relationship with the Duke, you must know that his 'trust' has a shelf life. If the situation is unclear, it is best not to create complications."
When Neil heard his last name, he immediately grinned. But he also knew that Mogan had known that he was unhappy with his last name, and would never make his "partner" unhappy by talking in vain.
There must be relative reasons.
As expected, Morgan was not surprised when he saw Neil's unusually awkward and tangled expression, and continued what he had said.
"If you continue to repeat the same behavior and habits, I'm afraid the next time you encounter Senke Tavern will be in the same situation, and there will be no other me to help fish you out."
Although Neil's specific concerns were still unclear, Morgan immediately realized that he might need to give advance warning to this poet who was good at adding drama to himself.
After all, there are many lessons learned.
He had spoken sincerely, mainly because as an old acquaintance, he was really helpless about Neil's little old problems.
"This time is definitely different..." Neil waved his hands awkwardly, "I swear, what I want to solve is just a very small problem."