Mai Fan sighed, it was because of this lack of gratitude that he failed to break through the original level.
The level of the middle group has not been reached, and it feels like a breath stuck in the throat, unable to go up or come down.
This resulted in Maifan not being very interested when the night elf Tyrande came to look for him, thus giving the other party some unnecessary misunderstandings.
"Is it because the boss just now made you unhappy because of me?"
"No, I should change my words now and call myself the master."
"I'm sorry, Master, I was too impulsive just now."
It's not your fault. If it were up to me and someone fucked my wife like this, I wouldn't do it.
Mai Fan shook his head and said something else: "His affairs have been settled."
"My depression is related to personal matters."
"But it's not a big deal. Come and tell me how you settled your own affairs."
"As I said, if your noble status is gone, I don't need your allegiance."
At this time, what the night elves were most afraid of was that Mai Fan would leave without him.
Could he make such a mistake?
Of course not. After the night elf returned home, he changed his clothes, took all his valuables, and went to the pawn shop in the noble area.
Luxurious jewelry and brocade-like silk are not as important as real gold and silver.
After all, he is the seedling that the night elves have devoted all their efforts to cultivate, and he still has a lot of treasures in his hands.
Most of it was directly converted into cash by him.
Part of it is used to redeem his medal, and the other part is prepared to ensure his wife's living standard on the road.
He could give up his status and become his master's housekeeper, but his wife had to live like a princess.
It was precisely because of his determination that both the landlord who rented the house and the owner of the pharmacy who gave him a mortgage settled his matter happily.
What he has to deal with next is not as simple as an easy-to-talk landlord or pharmacy owner.
What he has to face is the Tauren law enforcement team.
And the other party must not want to let him go.
It's just that if he doesn't look for the other party now, the other party won't look for him in a short time.
If he didn't go to the tauren to ask for money, the other party would be happy to do so.
But when Devil Man's blackmail came to fruition.
When they finish squandering this huge sum of money, they will think of him again, and then they will eventually find him and let him continue to be the bait.
Therefore, he must explain this trouble to his master clearly.
What Tyrande didn't expect was that his master had actually investigated all of this.
"How do you think we found you?"
Mai Fan smiled and nodded at the seat in front of him: "Sit down, don't be formal, my followers can all have a chair when they are not working."
"We're like friends."
This move moved the night elf very much, but he wanted to know more about how Mai Fan would handle the next thing.
This matter will come to an end soon.
But this matter needs another person to settle it.
That person has a very high status in this city.
At the very least, if such a big thing happens, the mysterious shop owner still needs a lot of money to settle it.
But when it comes to the Necromancer, nothing happens.
In fact, no, the lord of his tribe still talked to him once.
A gloomy figure appeared in the mirror he hung in his hall.
Countless ghosts were floating behind that person, making the person opposite speak with powerless nothingness.
"Melancholy, what are you doing?"
"People from the City Lords Alliance have been complaining to me since noon."
"Although our undead clan owns many industries in the Dark City, we also have several important seats in the alliance."
"But these are not for you to mess around with."
"After so many years, I thought you wouldn't do anything to cause trouble in the street anymore... What now..."
The undead wizard was confident: "I found an interesting boy... I just felt itchy for a while..."
"In short, this matter is over here and there will be no further follow-up."
After saying that, the necromancer forced the mirror to close and ended the call with the person on the other side of the mirror.
Just kidding, the guy across from me is about the same age as me.
If he hadn't become a lord, would he be able to listen to the other party's nagging?
Speaking of that interesting boy, where did the three-eyed crow he sent out go?
Why haven't you come back yet?
The necromancer was just wondering when he heard a rattling sound outside the house.
The crow he sent out has returned.
"Master, master, let me tell you, this kid is so unreasonable!"
The crow croaked in front of the necromancer for a long time without saying a word he wanted to hear.
"So, I asked you to spy on the other party and find his hiding place, but you were exposed?"
The crow was startled and looked at its owner in horror.
I saw the word "Idiot" written on the skull's head.
Only then did it remember what it was doing.
But at any rate, the other task was completed.
"Master, master, that guy Wilikvan said he is waiting for your reply."
"If we fight, it's up to the master."
"If he agrees, he will form an alliance with his master."
"As long as it doesn't violate your conscience, help the master to repay this debt."
"He thinks the master is a very powerful wizard who knows how to make choices."
The necromancer didn't say anything, but instead asked himself Crow: "What kind of person do you think Willikfan is?"
The three-eyed crow responded reflexively: "He is a very powerful, mysterious and invisible person!"
After saying this, the three-eyed crow was startled.
This is what it says from the bottom of its heart, but it will never praise other people in front of its owner.
In its eyes, the master is the most powerful, no one else.
But now, these words... The three-eyed crow looked up at its owner.
It really came out unconsciously.
Its owner is really powerful, and the release of witchcraft has reached the point of being silent.
The necromancer was also very satisfied with his casual move.
It nodded and threw the crow diagonally upward.
This means that it can go back to rest, and it will not be used here for the time being.
Since the security over there is tighter than he thought.
Then it must think carefully about whether to agree to what this kid said or not.
Since you can't come up with an answer after careful consideration, then try this?
The necromancer picked up a quill from the table and spun it on a compass painted with mysterious patterns.