"Oh, brother, why bother? You only have two hundred less than jinnas, five thousand? Are you using the noble's? Something will happen. You have made so much, stop it, don't be greedy."
The player sighed and advised earnestly.
"You don't have to worry about it! I'll take the money, and you can just collect the money."
"Okay, okay, let me tell you the truth. I am a liar. I just want to defraud you of money. I will disappear when you give me the money."
"I don't believe it."
"If you were a liar, would you return the money to me? Would you tell me?
I understand, you just don’t like the money, okay, I’ll add more money!”
The housekeeper gritted his teeth and spoke.
"Six thousand, I'll invest six thousand Nas, is that enough?"
"This...this...well, tell me, are we liars?"
This player pulled another player next to him and asked.
"Yes, we are really liars, but we really don't want to mess with your noble family. Otherwise, how could we return the money to you? Just let us go?"
"Isn't that too little? Seven thousand five hundred and seventy jinas, I will vote for 7570 jinas, this is enough!"
As he spoke, the butler grabbed a handful of jinnas and placed them in the player's hand.
"I'm going to get the money right now. I'm going to trouble you, I'm going to trouble 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 red-faced butler led two sad-looking players out of the castle, and the guards following them were carrying several large boxes in their hands.
Even from a close distance, you can vaguely hear the two players muttering something.
"It's all your fault. You let it slip. What nonsense did you say?"
"What? I didn't mean it. Instead of complaining, you should think about how to explain it to the boss later.
The boss strictly ordered us not to leak the information, otherwise others would know about it and disturb the boss, and the two of us would walk around without food."
"Seven thousand five thousand, it's still a bit less. Some time ago, someone invested 10,000 for the boss. The boss accepted it reluctantly and didn't look very good. We have more than seven thousand..."
"Oh, I still have to find a way to push him away."
Listening to the sighs of the two people behind him, the steward showed a trace of pride on his face. However, at this moment, a player suddenly ran over quickly and shouted.
"Master Steward, Master Steward, they are liars, don't be fooled, they two are 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!"
"It's just the right time. We don't give the butler a chance. I'll run away as soon as I count. Remember, we ran away in a hurry after being exposed. Don't give the butler a chance. Listen to me...
.”
The butler's expression changed drastically.
"Here you come, beat me to death with a stick!"
Before he could finish his words, several soldiers appeared in front of the player and beat him to pieces with a few sticks, causing blood to splash everywhere.
The housekeeper looked back and saw the astonishment on the faces of the two players, and said slightly proudly.
"Don't worry, I won't let the thugs hit you two."
"This... we are indeed..."
"Okay, I won't send it here until I hear from you."
After speaking, the butler walked away quickly without waiting for the two of them to reply.
When the two players saw this, they looked at each other and finally shrugged.
He was still mumbling something, but his expression now was simply too relaxed.
"Where did this evil pen come from?"
"It should be those evil men from the Proud World Guild who just arrived in Red Maple City and targeted us, causing us a lot of losses."
"Hey, are you going to step on us and get the upper hand? How will you react?"
As soon as this player asked, another player looked at him with surprised eyes.
"Will the president have a second reaction?"
"Well, that's right."
The player pinched his wrist with a sinister smile on his face.
............
"Screenshot.jpg"
Zou Peng sent a screenshot, and Mo Lan clicked it to take a look.
A fish covered in black scales reflected on Mo Lan's eyelids. The thick black diamond-shaped fish scales, huge body, round head, and wide fins on the sides that looked like wings made Mo Lan slightly stunned.
In the photo, this big fish is swimming proudly in the air, with its fins tapping and its head turning, as if it is about to escape into the water.
After a long time, Mo Lan came back to his senses, looked at the spell model on the table, felt cruel, and opened the chat box to send a message to Zou Peng.
“I want this fish!!!!!”
"This is Kunpeng. [Turns lips]"
"I want this Kunpeng!!!"
"I know, I know, I'll keep it for you, but you have to hurry up. All the lotus flowers on this pool are magic medicine, and so are the lotus roots below.
If it weren't for the fear of damage and the inability to remove the complete lotus root joints, I would have asked people to die while picking them."
"Ok, ok, it shouldn't take long, I have some signs of it."
"Well, that's good."
Turning off the chat box, Mo Lan devoted all his attention to research.
The week passed quickly. Mo Lan looked at the several experimental reports on his desk and smiled.
The planned collective research week did not appear. Each of these vice-presidents and elders were more capable than the last. Without waiting for Mo Lan to urge them, they took the initiative to hand over the experimental reports. Each one was thicker than the last, as if they were conducting an invisible experiment.
Contest.
Those who can be here are all proud geniuses. Although I want to communicate with like-minded people, the prerequisites must be at the same level.
"My idea of establishing the Mage Association is indeed correct. If I were to conduct this experiment alone, I might not be able to produce such results in a month.
But now it has been released in just one week, and it is very complete, with records and extensions in every aspect.
This group of people seems to have become entangled."
Mo Lan couldn't help but feel a little funny when he thought about what happened before.
Originally, someone had finished it, but when he found out that others were still researching, he suddenly felt something was wrong, so he found a topic for himself, pretended that he had not finished it, and continued to research.
However, other people saw that this person had completed the task and was still studying... It was over. Each of these people was more proud than the other. How could they be willing to simply complete the task? Is this tolerated?
Go ahead.
As a result, the experimental report that finally appeared in front of Mo Lan was a dozen thick, full of useful information.
Mo Lan read bit by bit, summarized, summarized, digested, wrote, drew and took notes.
The morning passed, and Mo Lan closed the last experimental report and wrote the last paragraph in his notes.
After finishing writing, he closed his eyes to deduce, the ink cartridge rotated at high speed, and Mo Lan devoted himself wholeheartedly to the calculation.
Not long after, Mo Lan wrote down the final conclusion in his notes.
"To sum up, prepare the spell slots in advance and form a spiritual imprint in them. After forcibly opening the channel on the extraordinary core through the magic wave method, put the prepared spell slots in to suppress the soul of the monster.
Use spiritual branding to achieve a suppressive effect.
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 be absorbed automatically after consumption, Tonghua Warcraft's mental power will replenish the consumption, and it is expected to last for at least one year.
Note:
1. The detached spell slot cannot be condensed again before collapse and can be recovered.
2. Spell slots can only control monsters of the same level. According to experiments, after successful control, the monster level can be higher than the spell slot level. However, the greater the gap, the greater the possibility of breaking free from control. The mage needs to be in the spell slot.
Change the suppressive spell slot before the gap between the level of Warcraft and Warcraft widens."
Mo Lan stopped writing, looked at this paragraph quietly, pondered for a moment, then raised his head and slowly wrote a few words.
