Bachelet's body trembled subconsciously, and she looked a little unnatural.
The captain of the palace guard narrowed his eyes and squeezed past Bachelet a little arrogantly and entered the room.
He and Bachelet were both six-stars in level, but the attitude they showed was not that towards evolved people of the same level. It was quite arrogant and even rude.
After walking into the house and walking around casually, the captain of the palace guard came to Bachelet again and said in a cold voice: "I heard that you talked with those people from China for a long time today. What did you say?"
Bachelet was so frightened by the sight of the captain of the palace guard that she was suddenly told something that was on her mind, and she trembled subconsciously.
The captain of the guard looked at the performance of this six-star evolver, and the contempt in his eyes became even stronger.
How can this person be on the same level as him? Become an elite in the Holy City or even the entire West Asia? Just because of his profession as a writer who can die in minutes without protection?
My own evolution potions, career scrolls, and skill scrolls were all obtained in exchange for life and blood, but what about this person's? Just how many scrolls were made?
Why?!
The captain of the palace guard has always thought so. He felt that this South American was not worthy of his current status.
Of course, Your Majesty protects him and protects him. He cannot kill this person, but he can... bully him.
"I, I, didn't say, didn't say anything."
Bachelet's legs hidden under her robe were trembling a little, and her heart was in turmoil, thinking that her transaction with the Chinese had been known to others.
If so, what will be the result of waiting for yourself?
Bachelet began to be afraid, extremely afraid, and then she began to hate, hate the captain of the royal guard, hate Ye Zhongming, hate herself, why did she come here to travel in the end of the world!
"You didn't say anything? Do you think I will believe it?" The guard captain came close to Bachelet, his face almost touching her. "Your Majesty is still waiting for my answer. What do you think I should say to him?"
By the way, his red lion's appetite has not been very good recently, and it doesn't like to eat mutant life below level five. Do you think it will like your meat?"
A red figure like a hill appeared in Bachelet's mind, with a pair of scarlet eyes and sharp teeth, and her body trembled even more.
"I, I, I just...just discussed the scroll business with him."
Perhaps because of fear, Bachelet spoke intermittently, with different syllables. After she said "talk", the word "pen" was so light that the captain of the guard thought it was a trill.
"You are talking to people, of course it is a scroll business, how can it be a hunting mission? Then you need to bring some extra pairs of pants so that you can change them when they get wet."
Hearing such obvious insulting words from the guard captain, the guards outside laughed and did not take the six-star evolver in their eyes at all.
Bachelet opened her mouth to confess completely, but when she failed, the captain of the guard grabbed her by the neck, and then said viciously: "I can say some nice things to you, but my words have a price, dear Mr. Bachelet,
You should understand, right?"
The South American, who was completely frightened by the control, suddenly stopped his subconscious struggle and looked at the guard captain, stunned.
"Don't understand? Then I'm going to tell you how to understand."
The guard captain raised his fist.
Bachelet nodded quickly.
"You are smart."
The captain of the guard let go of Bachelet, but still stared at him coldly.
Bachelet lowered her head, trying not to let the guard captain see his face, and drew a scroll in the air with her still trembling hand, and a scroll appeared in his hand.
On the scroll, there was a faint red glow.
"Thank you, dear Mr. Bachelet."
The captain of the guard patted the South American's face, glanced greedily at Yami's hand, then took the scroll, walked out with a smile, and soon disappeared from the area with the people.
However, the guard captain returned to his residence and felt something strange in his heart.
What did that cowardly South American look at in his eyes when he was leaving, and what was the meaning of that liberated relief?
After seeing off the guard captain, Bachelet wiped the sweat from her head and breathed a real sigh of relief.
It turns out that this guy just came here to blackmail me, rather than really knowing anything, okay, okay.
If he had followed his usual behavior, he would have stayed in the room without a blanket, not daring to go out. But now, thinking of how useless he had been and how he would face such situations endlessly in the future, Bachelet gritted his teeth.
, closed the door and walked into the darkness.
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"You are late!"
Bachelet, who was looking for someone, was startled by the sudden sound behind her and almost crushed the thing in her hand.
When I turned around, I realized it was the Chinese guy who had been negotiating the deal during the day.
"Something delayed me."
Hearing this explanation, Ye Zhongming nodded.
Now this area has been completely controlled by the people he brought, and he did not find anything abnormal. Otherwise, Bachelet would be a corpse now.
I glanced at the South American, but my hands were empty.
"Have you brought anything?"
"and yours?"
Ye Zhongming waved his hand, and two pieces of blue armor and combat pants, as well as a pair of green-level combat boots appeared on the ground, shining brightly in the surrounding dim environment.
Bachelet's eyes lit up when she saw it, and she wanted to touch it, but was stopped by Ye Zhongming's hand.
This guy should have space equipment. If he put it in directly and used other methods to escape, Ye Zhongming would be in big trouble.
"There's still one thing missing."
Bachelet coughed and asked.
Ye Zhongming looked at him and said calmly: "Human puppets are a little special. They need your blood to complete the final refining. Do you believe me?"
"I don't believe it." The South American replied simply, "But I have my own way to protect myself."
Just because Bachelet didn't resist when she was bullied by the captain of the guard, it doesn't mean that she doesn't have any cards. She didn't need to come out because although she was scared, she later knew that the captain of the guard didn't want to kill him.
But it was different for Ye Zhongming. Once he found something was wrong, he would immediately use everything he could use.
Ye Zhongming nodded and released a silver corpse from the space.
This was made by him before, because a large amount of magic crystals and materials were consumed, and he put it in when there was space in his space.
As for why this silver was not completed, it is entirely because of the red hair and the silver corpse sister among the twin sisters.
Of these two, Yani didn't react at all when she saw the bronze corpse, but once she saw the silver corpse, she would immediately attack.
Because of the special characteristics of her and Yatian, as well as her Nuonuo equipment, her strength has reached about level six. No silver corpse is her opponent, and even Ye Zhongming can't stop her.
The red-haired man was more decisive, not even sparing the bronze corpse, let alone the silver corpse. When he first met Yani, if Ye Zhongming hadn't stopped him, both sides would have fought to the death. Later, it was Ye Zhongming who used some special methods.
This method allowed the two 'corpse' ladies to live in peace and allowed the red hair to stop attacking the bronze corpse. However, Ye Zhongming was no longer allowed to control the bronze corpse. Those who had been created became the subordinates of the twin sisters.
But for Silver Corpse, the two 'corpse' ladies are absolutely not allowed to exist.
Ye Zhongming never understood why, and later he could only guess that it was probably similar to the fact that many only children don't want their parents to have another child...
So after the silver corpse was made, Ye Zhongming kept it in a deep sleep, but he didn't expect it to be used here.
After making some preparations on the silver corpse, Bachelet was asked to drip her own blood into the silver corpse's veins. After a while, the male silver corpse opened his eyes, first looked at Ye Zhongming, and then at
Bachelet quickly walked to the latter's side, making the South Americans beam with joy.
Now, Bachelet really believes that Ye Zhongming made the deal in good faith, because he has already obtained control of the silver corpse. Even if he cancels the deal now, this puppet will still be his.
Of course, he would not default on his debt. Although he didn't know why, he always felt that as long as the Chinese wanted to, he could easily kill him.
Bachelet waved her hands twice, and soon the scrolls appeared at Ye Zhongming's feet. He checked and found that they were indeed the ones he saw during the day, and then stored them in the space.
Both people have space and have their own imprints, which to a certain extent ensures the smooth progress of the transaction, because even if the space equipment is taken away by someone, the chance of opening it intact is not very high.
"To thank you for your generosity, this scroll is a gift from me."
Bachelet may be too excited. With some of these equipment and puppets, he can even go out to fight in the Holy City. He is very close to fulfilling his wish, so he took out a scroll and gave it to Ye Zhongming
.
"Hey, man, although this thing is sealed, as long as you unlock it, I think you will get a powerful scroll."
Ye Zhongming took it suspiciously, and after just a quick look, it turned out that the scroll was sealed.
Sealed scroll?
Not only have I seen Ye Zhongming, I have never heard of it.
Looking at Bachelet who was about to leave, Ye Zhongming suddenly stopped him. In the South American's wary eyes, he hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't know if you have ever thought about changing places and changing the environment.
, in China, I think I can provide you with a better condition, sir."
Writer, this profession is really good and powerful. Even if it offends the entire Holy City and gets promoted to the West District, Ye Zhongming still thinks it's worth it.
Bachelet was stunned for a moment, and then gave Ye Zhongming the most sincere smile she had ever seen.
"It's a pity that I can't promise you. I have places I want to go, but I will remember your invitation. If... there is a chance one day, I will consider it carefully. If you don't mind, give me a place where I can find you.
information?"
Ye Zhongming told the South American the location of Yunding and his name. Bachelet said she remembered it and left quickly.
Xiao Min and his men appeared from nowhere, looked at Bachelet's back and asked, "Why don't you just take him to Genting?"
Ye Zhongming smiled: "Of course it's because he is not as important as the Star Elf."
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Back at Harmandan's manor, Ye Zhongming took out these scrolls, looking very excited.
The value of these scrolls is naturally very high, but if it must be measured in detail, then there is no doubt that it will be of greatest value if used by people like Ye Zhongming who have skills that can be improved by multiple percentages.
He first looked at the status scrolls. Among these scrolls, there were several of high value, such as the primary curse-removing scroll and the primary full-status blessing scroll.
At certain specific times, these scrolls are as effective as some top-quality equipment.
Ye Zhongming observed carefully and saw that these highly valuable scrolls all bore Bachelet's manufacturing emblems. He admired in his heart that he was still better than this writer, perhaps because the Holy City was secretly supporting him. Obviously, Bai
Chelet has mastered many scroll recipes, which he cannot possibly do as a person who has never hunted before.
I just don’t know what the success rate of this guy in making scrolls is? If it can be around 20% to 30%, then this guy is simply a cornucopia.
But, why does such a person feel that the Holy City doesn't care too much?
Such doubts flashed through Ye Zhongming's mind, but they were immediately replaced by more than fifty attribute improvement scrolls.
"Eighteen scrolls to improve strength, seven scrolls to improve speed, three scrolls to improve vision, three scrolls to improve hearing, one scroll to reduce pain, five scrolls to improve dynamic capture ability, six scrolls to improve reaction speed..."
Looking at these scrolls, Ye Zhongming clenched his fist and looked at the levels. Most of them were elementary, and only the power improvement scrolls had intermediate ones.
Obviously, Bachelet is the best at creating power-enhancing scrolls.
Ye Zhongming took out a primary power scroll and used it. With a flash of red light, the scroll turned into nothingness, and a huge force entered Ye Zhongming's body.
He checked it and found that his power should have improved a little, but not much. After that, Ye Zhongming used seven more primary power scrolls.
He estimated that his overall strength had increased by about five percent.
After that... we reached the bottleneck.
Is this... something like drug resistance?
Ye Zhongming tried it again, but apart from wasting a primary power scroll, the power did not improve anymore.
He thought for a while and used an intermediate power scroll again, but his power was improved again.
Sure enough, these attribute improvement scrolls are not infinitely improved, but another degree. Once this degree is reached, scrolls of the same level will lose their effect.
There are four intermediate power scrolls, and after Ye Zhongming used three, he reached that 'level' again.
Ye Zhongming somewhat understands why White Chelet is not valued as a treasure by the Holy City. It may be because of the existence of these degrees. Those high-ranking figures may have reached the 'degree', so unless there is a more advanced scroll formula,
Responsible, Bachelet's value to them has indeed decreased a lot.
Ye Zhongming picked up several other scrolls and began to use them one after another. Finally, he stopped only when he reached that point and there were no scrolls of the same type.
He planned to divide the remaining ones among Xia Bai and others.