"Hmm... This little lamp looks quite unique. Not bad. Why don't you resell it to me?" Taking a deep breath, Ferdinand straightened out his face that was a little distorted due to excessive excitement, but he couldn't help it anymore. Start inviting bids.
"No! This is the treasure we finally found in the Karaka Mountains. It will be passed down to the family in the future, so we cannot sell it." As if he noticed something from the strange look on the high-level mage's face, Tchaikov immediately refused, and at the same time quickly He stuffed the oil lamp into his pocket and went back, then patted his waist bag as if he was cherishing it.
"you!"
Seeing the magic lamp disappear from his sight, Ferdinand immediately felt like a baby whose nipples had been taken away, and was about to scream and burst into laughter.
But when it comes to such an important treasure, and the other party is Naga, who is known for his wild and arrogant nature, high-level mage must have some scruples and act with caution. To take a step back, even if Naga is really cunning and refuses to sell, he will force him to do so. Ferdinand had to take it by force, and it was impossible for him to choose to act in such a public place. After all, the existence of the magic lamp needs to be kept extremely secret, otherwise if a little bit of news is leaked, there will be endless twists and turns. Even for his own family. The boss, Tai Liya, might even force him to leave regardless of his face.
And when he thought of this, Ferdinand's eyes couldn't help but darken again.
Under the current situation, the surrounding "War Iron Fist" guards are all direct descendants of high-level mages, so there is no need to worry about them talking nonsense; Naga, on the other hand, does not understand the preciousness of the magic lamp at all, and can't say anything if he wants to; as for For those human captives, high-level mages will not let them live too long. Once they are briefly interrogated and the necessary confessions are obtained, they will immediately issue an order to hang them.
The only thing that makes Ferdinand feel worried is the fifth-level mage Henry who is standing not far behind Naga at this moment.
Although it is unlikely that only a mid-level mage will recognize the magic lamp, Ferdinand does not intend to take the risk. As the highest-ranking person in Krupp, if he wants to wait for an opportunity to kill an outside mid-level mage, It's really not a difficult task. So after a second thought, the ending of Henry "quietly disappearing" has been quietly finalized in the mind of the high-level mage.
"Okay, my dear Naga friend. Please come in first. On such a cold winter night, we can sit by the fire, eat barbecue and drink wine, and have a comfortable 'chat'." Think about everything quickly. .Ferdinand regained his appearance.
"Eat meat? Drink alcohol!?" Upon hearing these two words, the Nagas' eyes flashed with blazing light.
Humph, they are indeed simple-minded guys who only know how to eat and drink. It seems that they can start from this aspect later and find a way to get the magic lamp.
While thinking about it, Ferdinand smiled and nodded, and at the same time ordered the goblin guards to open Krupp's not-so-thick door.
"Creak...crack..."
In the cold winter night, the sound of the rusty door shaft turning was particularly harsh.
"Go, find a secluded large warehouse. Make a fire, and find some food and wine." Turning around, he quickly walked down the wall next to the platform. Ferdinand ran towards the distance. Sean, who was waiting to come up, gave instructions in a low voice.
"Yes, Master!" The goblin squadron leader agreed immediately.
"As for the human prisoners... they are also escorted here. They will be guarded outside the warehouse and wait for my message." It seems that he intends to deal with the excess human prisoners as soon as possible and compress the news about the magic lamp to the smallest possible scope. The senior mage added.
"yes."
Seeing that Ferdinand had no additional instructions, Sean immediately rushed to arrange everything.
Following the open city gate, Naga walked first. The goblin volunteers behind closely escorted Moriarty and the gunfire team, and followed step by step. But Henry walked at the end. With the slow Ge
Rigori Parallel.
"It seems that Ferdinand has no intention of letting you go. Tsk tsk, look at those greedy eyes. Why do goblin mages always have such an ugly eating look? It's really embarrassing."
Speaking of which, the most relaxed person in the entire team right now is the alchemical lifer. He walked slowly without forgetting to look around at the night view of Krupp Street, but after only a few steps he started teasing the mid-level mage again.
"snort."
Henry's face turned livid in response to Gregory's taunt. He just snorted coldly in response.
Having already experienced a "prison disaster", the mid-level goblin mage really understands the tricks of the so-called superiors. Therefore, Ferdinand's cold taste towards him was revealed in that moment.
, Henry noticed it immediately.
Although out of national pride, Henry did not agree with Gregory's "malicious slander" about goblin magic professionals. But there was no way to refute it. What's more, it was the mid-level mage himself who was being targeted now. And this point
, which really made Henry feel frustrated and sad.
"Come on, Naga friends, please come this way."
It must be said that Sean's efficiency in doing things was quite high, and within a short while, all the requirements put forward by Ferdinand were arranged.
Immediately, under the leadership of the high-level mage and his war iron fist team, a group of people passed through the brightly lit and crowded workshop block of Krupp, heading towards a remote old warehouse area to the west.
Go.
When they saw a dozen humans being escorted through the streets, there were goblin craftsmen and apprentices running out to look at the Western scene in various large and small workshops. Fortunately, in their haste, the goblins did not have time to prepare rotten eggs and rotten persimmons.
It was a kind of "welcome ceremony", so although it didn't feel very good along the way, at least Moriarty and others could retain their basic dignity and not be beaten by goblins in the street.
"Sir, look, the airship factory is over there."
After turning a corner, suddenly a long row of huge farm buildings stretching for almost two or three kilometers appeared at the far end of the right side of the road. And under the bright firelight, everyone could clearly see that half of the roofs of those farm buildings were
It is hollow. At the same time, various processed wood or other parts are constantly being sent in and out by rail carts, and they are busy. And a huge semi-inflated air bag is quietly suspended, from
A corner is exposed above the roof of the fully open side, which is extremely eye-catching.
"No whispering!"
As if he noticed Gustav whispering next to Moriarty, Sean, who had been leading the direct squadron to follow him, immediately yelled. Then he looked at the nearby "Silver Pine City" with annoyance.
The goblins who came seemed to be silently reproaching the guards for their laxity and lack of responsibility.
"Cheer up, everyone! Keep an eye on the prisoners!"
Seeing such a scene, Henry immediately stepped forward to smooth things over. He quickly stepped forward and scolded him a few times. At the same time, he lowered his body and started chatting slowly with Sean to draw his attention.
After walking for nearly ten minutes, the entire team finally arrived at an old warehouse located in a remote corner.
The door of the warehouse has been opened and has been cleaned urgently. Two large stoves are properly placed side by side in the warehouse. Three huge hams are being grilled on one stove, while on the other stove there is a
The iron pot is cooking "crackling", and there is a faint fragrance of broth wafting out from time to time.
In addition, in front of the two stoves, there is an unopened box of imported "Chardonnay" ready. This wine was originally prepared to entertain big shots like Ferdinand, so Sean was very generous and free of charge.
I took out all the inventory and sent it here.
"Yes, you are very good at doing things." Seeing the well-arranged warehouse and looking around at the deserted surroundings outside, Ferdinand nodded with satisfaction.
"Thank you, Master, for your compliment. I feel unworthy of it."
Hearing the high-level mage's praise, Sean also beamed with joy.
To be able to get close to such a noble man is a rare life opportunity for a squadron leader of a local garrison who is so ordinary that he will never make a difference. Once he can seize and get close to him, Sean was originally in a gray state.
The future will immediately become brighter and brighter.
"Go. You and the wizards from Silverpine City will guard outside the warehouse and take good care of the human prisoners. Be careful not to let any irrelevant people disturb you." Ferdinand glanced at Henry again and ordered.
"Yes, Master."
With no room for bargaining, Sean and Henry immediately agreed.
"You three, please come in." Turning around, the high-level mage greeted the three-headed Naga.
"Ha, there's meat and wine!"
"I'm so hungry!"
Sure enough, seeing the fair-weather Naga was like seeing his own mother, and they immediately rushed into the warehouse faster than the other.
As soon as they entered, without being greeted by the host, the three guests broke open the boxes and opened the bottles. One of them slipped out a bottle of Chardonnay, then used his extremely sharp nails to peel off the cap of the bottle, and drank heavily.
"Gudong... Gudong..."
A bottle of Chardonnay, which was just over a liter, was nothing to Naga. Just a few seconds later, the bottles in the hands of the three brothers were all empty, and not a drop was left.
"Haha, what a delicious wine! Enjoyable!"
"Hey, it tastes really good!"
"It's just a little short. Can you bring in a few more barrels?"
With the taste of wine in their mouths, the Balalaika brothers each gave a tasting speech.
However, to Ferdinand's ears, Naga's enthusiastic praise was pure bullshit.
God knows, could the Chardonnay of the 499 vintage, which sells for at least fifty gold coins a bottle, taste bad? Moreover, it is now in the war period, and transportation between the north and the south is cut off. Even if you want to buy it, the South-League side is very rich right now.
The goods are out of stock. And Naga is still clamoring for "a few more barrels". Do you really think that you are just drinking sewage oil? You can have as much as you want!
"Haha, eat first, eat first..."
Tonight, Ferdinand had put all his lifelong cultivation into practice. In order to successfully win the magic lamp and reduce unnecessary entanglements as much as possible, the high-level mage kept telling himself to be patient.
Seeing that Ferdinand did not answer the question of "a few more barrels of good wine", the Nagas were not disappointed, so they each picked up a ham on the stove and began to chew it half-cooked.
