Chapter 355 Drifting dialogue, three enchanting tasks, true friends
"Okay, be quiet!"
After a moment of silence, the Torch Prophet gave a low shout, and immediately all the angry and shouting tauren around him stopped talking, but they still stared at Moriarty.
"Humans, pay attention to your words. Some things, even if they make sense, cannot be said nonsense. Just like an old saying in your world: 'The tongue is a double-edged sword, and sometimes it can kill the enemy.
Death, and sometimes killing myself."
Zurob looked at Moriarty, as if he was reprimanding and admonishing him. But looking at the old minotaur's expression, there was no real anger. It seemed that in his heart he agreed with the other party's uncompromising attitude and vowed to take back the "sacred"
city” perspective.
"Yes, I will pay more attention to your kind words."
Moriarty bowed slightly and gave up. It seemed a bit reckless to mention the "Glory of the Eclipse" just now, but the real intention was still to test. We need to see the temperament and dealing style of this torch prophet.
How? Now that the other party's reaction is well-founded and reasonable, he is worthy of being a wise elder. Of course, Moriarty must bow his head and apologize.
"Human, explain your purpose of coming." Without any further nonsense, the Torch Prophet asked directly.
"Dear Prophet, in order to find a way home, I plan to go to the 'Dark Neon Color', so I hope to hire a guide from your tribe. For this, I am willing to pay a sufficient price." Moriarty said.
I got straight to the point and made a request.
"As I said just now, I don't think you can gain anything from 'Dark Neon Color'." Zhu Luobu shook his huge head.
However, Moriarty just kept smiling, apparently still insisting on his own ideas.
"Forget it." He glanced at the persistent human opposite him again. The Tauren Prophet suddenly turned around and asked, "Are you a mage? Or even an alchemist?"
"good."
Moriarty nodded. Julob had just witnessed his own battle with the minotaur Dartagnan, and saw more than a dozen magic puppets being driven and controlled. The prophet as wise as a torch would naturally make this guess.
"You just said you wanted to hire my people as guides, what kind of compensation can you pay?"
With a slight nod, Zurob suddenly changed the topic back. The minotaurs around him, including the caveman elder Tarta, were all shocked when they heard this. Is this still the solemn and profound prophet?
Why does his tone sound like a pathetic mercenary bargaining with his employer in the market?
"Lord Zulob, what do you mean?" Moriarty heard the elegant string and knew its sound. Considering the context, he could guess eight to nine of the so-called rewards.
"The road to 'Dark Neon Color' is not easy. There are many dangers. I can't just send one or two tribesmen to follow you. This is irresponsible. But..." I didn't want to, but Zhu Luobu took the topic again.
Turning away, he was like an old man whose words were inconsistent with what he said. His words were extremely entangled.
"But what?" Moriarty could only follow the master's rhythm and asked again.
"But in a month, my tribe will travel collectively to the 'Dark Neon Color'. If you can wait, I can allow you to follow us." Finally, the Torch Prophet made a generous statement. However, such generosity made it difficult for him to do so.
The surrounding tauren looked at each other again for a while.
"A month?" Moriarty was delighted at first, then calmed down immediately, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'm willing to wait for a month." Although in his heart he wanted to leave immediately to return to the ground as soon as possible, but
He also understands that this is a deep underground world after all, with its own set of game rules, and he must endure it now.
"So, Master Julob, is there anything I can do for you?" The tauren put down his chips, and Moriarty was willing to accept, so he took the initiative to ask for the price again.
"At your service...Dear Alchemist, I happen to have a few little things here that I want to enchant. With your superb skills, it won't be a problem, right?"
Zulob raised a pair of copper bell-like eyes and looked at the human with a half-smile. Sure enough, the other party took a fancy to Moriarty's rare alchemist identity and asked him to provide core technical services in exchange. Otherwise, if not,
How could the Minotaur, who had always been intolerant of vulgar things, talk to a stranger so easily?
"Can I ask first: What kind of small things are they, and what kind of enchantments do you want?" As a "service provider", it is natural to ask the customer's requirements clearly before making a promise.
"It's not difficult." Qiu Luobu flexed his nostrils and finally showed a rare smile: "A two-handed ax made of fine steel, with a fire-tempered copper blade and inlaid with konjac stone; I hope it can add an extra weight
'+1 critical hit attribute'. An iron gallwood shield, which itself has very good sturdiness; but I hope to add '+1 fire resistance attribute'. Finally, there is a blue crystal tiara, which itself has '+2 physical defense'
Attribute', now, I hope to turn it into a '+3' attribute. Well, it's just these little things."
After saying that, the Torch Prophet nodded again, and then stared directly at Moriarty, waiting for the other party's reaction.
"Hmm...is that all...? Haha..."
Looking at Julob's huge eyes, Moriarty was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed again, and at the same time helplessly repeated the other person's final words.
"What? Are you having trouble?" Torch Prophet asked as if he didn't understand the market, his expression full of the ignorance of a layman.
Haha, not only is it a bit difficult, Julob's "three little things" are basically a big ask of the lion. Let's not mention whether Moriarty has the ability to complete these three enchantment requirements, just the price of the alchemy technology involved.
To put it bluntly, even in Brakada, the hometown of mages, the price is at least tens of thousands of gold coins, and the price is priceless. What's more, it is still in Negon, and such alchemy services are even more difficult to find.
It seems that the saying "people become better with old age" is universal everywhere. And Zuo Luobu took advantage of the weakness of human mages' eagerness to return home and "blackmailed" them a lot.
"Master Prophet, to be honest, your request is really not simple." Moriarty spoke again with a sigh.
"Yes." The old tauren snorted vaguely, but did not express his position.
"However, I can still fulfill your wishes. But there are three requirements." What else could he say to the torch prophet who had become a spirit? Moriarty immediately decided to speak openly.
"Okay! You tell me!" Unexpectedly, the human mage would suddenly agree to all three enchanting tasks. Zhu Luobu, who was actually preparing to bargain with the other party, couldn't help but be stunned, but then he shouted lowly, with joy in his eyes.
"First, the cost of all raw materials used in the alchemy and enchantment process will be borne by your tribe." Moriarty said first.
"No problem, it should be." A distinguished alchemist has been asked to work in vain. If the material cost has to be paid for by others, no matter how thick the cowhide on Julob's face is, he will not be able to do such a shameful thing.
"Secondly, if the enchantment is successful, I hope that it is my fault that it is hidden from the outside world." In a foreign land, Moriarty still believes that "low profile is king", and does not want to make a big tree attract the wind and cause unnecessary trouble.
"Okay." Since the author doesn't want to come forward, the old tauren has no intention of making a name for himself.
"Finally, you must understand the true value of these three alchemical enchantments. Therefore, the reason why I agree to your request is not only to go to the 'Dark Neon Color' with your tribe, but also
I sincerely hope to be your friend, rather than a simple migrant employer. Please understand this." After saying the last sentence, Moriarty's expression became solemn and serious.
Regarding the last words of the human mage, the Torch Prophet did not immediately respond. Instead, he lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked at Moriarty and said: "I understand what you mean, so I will make it clear. These three
The enchantment task is indeed very important to me as the Furnace Tribe. If you can complete it, I, the Minotaur, will definitely keep it in mind and will treat you as a true friend of the Furnace Hill from now on."
As a high-level Torch Prophet and the leader of the tribe, Zurob naturally looked at Jiuding when he said these words, and once again shocked the whole audience. Among them, the most surprising one was Tartar. You know, this Minotaur
It has been more than a hundred years since they moved here. Although the cavemen are getting along with them more and more harmoniously and seem to be a good example of neighbors helping each other, Tarta understands in his heart that the tauren have always been arrogant and a bit contemptuous towards their own tribe.
, there is absolutely no true equality like friends. In this regard, the caveman elders throughout the history can only be helpless and silent. Who makes the strength gap between the two sides so huge, just like a manticore will never be friends with a salamander?
generally.
But today, the human mage whom they met for the first time relied on his own strength and rare alchemy skills to make the powerful Lord Zulob personally promise to be a "true friend". The weight and significance of this made Tartar even endure it.
I couldn't help but feel jealous again and again, but I could only continue to stare secretly in silence.
As for the other tauren around, although they were equally surprised by the leader's decision, under the unshakable authority of the Torch Prophet, no one dared to stand up and object, even after being beaten by Moriarty.
of Dartagnan.
"Thank you Lord Julob for your kind words. I will do my best to live up to your instructions."
After hearing the old tauren's statement, Moriarty finally smiled with satisfaction. Although the Minotaur clan was rough and violent, they had a fine tradition of keeping their word. This trait was especially rare in the underground world. That's why they were able to get this gift from the Torch Prophet.
By making a promise, Moriarty had found a relatively reliable and capable local-snake ally in the unfamiliar Negon.
Without waiting any longer, Moriarty said directly: "One month is already stressful for three enchanters. I need to requisition a furnace mouth, and please arrange for a tribesman to be my assistant."
When he heard these two requests, Zhu Luobu was stunned again. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
