Real elves vs fake elves

The hooded man was speechless for a moment. In the past, everyone he met complained about the little money, but this time he turned around and saw someone who complained about the too much money.

See you soon.

Knowing that he had hit a snag, the hooded man didn't waste any more words and turned around to leave. Who knew that with this simple action, Miaoer suddenly called the man.

"You're an elf?!"

The hooded man froze suddenly, and even a few blue veins popped out on his hands, but this overreaction was quickly suppressed. He slowly turned his head to look at Miaoer, and it was at this time that Miaoer saw the amazing face of the man in front of him.

It wasn’t because of the appearance. Miaoer had been bombarded with beauty filters for so long that he had long been immune to the looks of elves. What shocked him was the other party’s identity.

A male elf.

If Meower hadn't seen the ears sticking out from the hood when this guy turned around, the cat boss wouldn't have been able to determine the other person's identity at all.

"Yes, I am."

Miaoer frowned: "Since you are an elf, why would you do such a thing."

That elf: "...There are always many elves wandering outside...They have no choice."

Miaoer changed his tone to a sincere one after hearing this: "If you have any difficulties, I can help you. Phoenix King Court is the home of all elves. If you encounter any difficulties outside, you can always go home."

"…home?" the hooded elf muttered. "A male elf?"

As he was speaking, the cat-man storyteller on the high platform was talking about the most exciting part.

"But Aenarion shouted and rushed in and out of the crowd of thousands of soldiers..."

As if the storyteller had brought back some memories for the hooded elf, it whispered something in response that no one could hear.

"Too late……"

"It's too late..."

"Why did you show up so late..."

Chapter 48 Human Spy Game

In the most luxurious hotel in Lothern, even the most ordinary guest room would cost a lot to stay in for a night, not to mention the luxurious suites that only the rich and powerful could afford.

During this period, the most luxurious suite was occupied by several unknown foreigners. Although these people who covered themselves in hoods were very suspicious, the hotel owner did not pursue them for the sake of the precious jewels...

How can it be?

Seven minutes after this group of shameless hooded men entered the hotel, more than three White Tower Sword Masters had already set their sights on them.

The hotel owner has no intention of protecting this group of people. Collecting money is necessary, and reporting is also necessary. Only in this way can it be considered sound.

Now being tailed by so many people, the group of hooded men had already noticed something was wrong. They used to be so high and mighty, but now they had to suffer this, which made them extremely unhappy.

The door of the luxury suite was opened, and the elf hooded man walked in slowly. Before he sat down, a rather sarcastic voice rang out.

"Isn't this our genius wizard Mr. Frankenstein? What's up? Did you successfully connect with your own people today? Have you decided when to betray the Seven Cities Alliance?"

The speaker was a rather strong male wizard, with dark skin and slightly curly hair. Although he was sturdy, he was a wizard who made a living by his wisdom.

This guy looks very manly, but he is very hostile to men who get too close to women, and he often flatters female mages to an outrageous degree.

To sum it up, he is extremely humble to women and hits men hard. A woman is killing him, a man is scolding him, and this guy kills men without hesitation.

"Mr. Capone did not accept our proposal. I suggest that we stop targeting the gangs in this city. These gangs are basically the black gloves of the White Tower and are completely under the command of the Phoenix Court."

"If we keep trying, we'll alert the White Tower's mages and their wizard killers."

The one they called the Mage Killer was the Swordmaster of the White Tower. Besides being a spy, the Swordmaster was also a bodyguard for mages. They were also very good at dealing with mages. Just three days ago, one of their mage companions was killed by two Swordmasters because he was too aggressive. This brought a lot of psychological pressure to the group, which was why they kept a low profile until now.

"You are still unwilling to reveal the mission information to us!" The man who was speaking seemed to have finally lost his patience and slammed the table, as if he wanted to show off his manliness in front of this sissy. "I will definitely file a complaint with you when I get back!"

"It's you who put us in this situation!"

He spoke more harshly than anyone else, but this time he got the support of others, because the White Tower Sword Masters wandering outside put too much pressure on them. They didn't even shy away from watching people! What he wore was very conspicuous and good-looking!

"Blake is right. We need relevant mission intelligence."

A woman echoed in a low voice, and while speaking she looked at the hooded elf cautiously, as if she was afraid of making it angry. After saying one sentence, she quickly explained several more sentences.

"I...I don't mean to say that you are wrong, I...I

I just thought we could help..."

As a result, this weak tone actually gave rise to someone's arrogance. Hearing this, Blake raised his head and said proudly: "Don't panic! You may be afraid of him, but I am not! I have the final say on this!"

The hooded elf, also known as Frankenstein, was silent. As an elf, he really couldn't understand Blake's strange behavior towards women, but he hadn't understood it for such a long time, so he didn't care if he didn't understand it for a little longer.

Since all these people want to know the plan, I will tell these noble descendants who follow me to gild themselves but are useless and can only cause trouble about the plan.

A crystal was placed on the table, and a magical projection shone out from the crystal, and the products that appeared in it were the three products that Phoenix Royal Court was about to launch.

When the Phoenix Royal Court had just completed its development and had not yet successfully put it on the market, the news of these things had already fallen into the hands of the mages. It has to be said that such magical powers are indeed the most skillful and capable profession in the world. I can only admire them.

"It's a kind of candy. It doesn't show anything. It's not worth paying attention to."

"It's just a potion, the effect is not obvious, and we have a lot of similar things, so it's not surprising. The elves are crazy to want to get a piece of this saturated industry."

Blake commented sharply on the latest product of the Phoenix Court, with much disparaging tone in his words. He could only say that although the mages had great powers, they still couldn't get the core intelligence.

"What is this last one?!!!"

Now it wasn't just Blake who was shocked. The other nobles all showed obvious panic. One of them was especially shocked. He stood up with his body still shaking.

After all, the family that stood up specializes in magical machinery.

"This...this is impossible!"

Blake's first reaction was to deny it, but even if he denied it he knew how weak his words were.

If it was fake, why would the Seven Cities Alliance call on these "elites" to come and investigate the truth? !

Frankenstein put away the crystal and held it in his arms. "This is all the information we can get. The guy who provided us with this thing was imprisoned in the White Tower not long ago. He is not on the amnesty list given by the White Tower. I think he is in danger."

"From this perspective, the Phoenix Royal Court's recent large-scale arrests were very effective and they did not arrest the wrong people."

"But this also stops our actions here. No one in Lothern wants to cooperate with us now. Even if we have more money, it will be useless because we can't spend it. And because of our actions of asking around for information, I guess we have been listed by the White Tower and may be arrested at any time."

"I can only say that the elf named Aenarion is worthy of being a descendant of light. He is able to use the secret service department so skillfully and build the entire royal court like an iron barrel. Both we and our mentor have underestimated this recently rising elven force."

"If we return without success, the powerful impact of the elves' products on the human empire and all forces in the world will basically be a foregone conclusion."

Chapter 49: The Mages

If we talk about the initial attitude of these wizards towards the elves, it must be contempt.

After all, just a few years ago, humans were still capturing elf slaves on a large scale. Even now, elf slaves are still in great demand in the human market. Although they are becoming increasingly scarce, they can still be seen occasionally.

But now it’s completely different.

This is as outrageous as the Europeans rushing to black Africa with great enthusiasm to try out a triangular trade, only to find out that the other side is the special Wakanda.

"No...this is impossible..."

Blake was still denying everything in confusion. He seemed stubborn, but in fact his inner defenses had completely collapsed. His current self-hypnosis was just his last act of stubbornness.

This performance is even worse than that of the girl behind him, whose entire family relies on magic energy machines for a living.

"Although I didn't get the specific information, I do know where the production site is. After all, it's not a secret."

"What really matters is how to get in, how to identify and find the important documents in such a large area, and finally how to deliver the documents."

Frankenstein spoke calmly, his expression mature and steady, as if his mind was filled with thousands of ravines. He had great abilities and even greater skills, which was why he was often entrusted with important tasks by the wizards.

Precisely because of his strong ability to get things done, he is often stuffed with a group of encumbrances by some dignitaries to help him brush up his qualifications. These encumbrances are often very clueless, making him feel that he is getting more and more tired as he gets more and more tired.

"Generally speaking, this kind of thing is best handled by insiders. What we should do is not to infiltrate and collect information, but to purchase this information through bribery. After all, we can't wait here for too long for this mission. We can't afford to delay, and the Mage Association can't afford to delay either. Moreover, as mages, we are not good at infiltration. We..."

Before he finished speaking, a woman who looked like a leader spoke up. Her posture was very noble, and it was obvious that she was a natural leader and manager: "Because time is too short, we must go there in person to try to steal it.

We need relevant information. It is not easy to find a suitable and trustworthy person here. By the time we finally find one, I am afraid that the elves' magic machinery will have been sold all over the world."

These words made Frankenstein sigh.

What I said before was in vain.

He had expected that he was of little influence, but he had no idea that this time he would be so insignificant. Facing a senior with rich experience and strong strength, he not only did not give him any respect, but also treated him like a servant.

That's right, he himself was Clemena's slave, a lowly person who was not even as low as a servant.

Mr. Meowle thought he was an elf and called him a fellow man, but was that really the case?

Frankenstein... a magical monster, is a terrifying monster made up of various things. About a year ago, Clemena spliced ​​a spirit into Frankenstein, which directly made him evolve powerfully like ascending. However, in just a few months, he was completely different from the past, and the last spirit that entered was also promoted to the dominant position by other souls for various reasons.

Frankenstein is now nothing more than a monster with a broken elf soul.

How can a group of "people" respect an "object"?

Without seeking the opinion of Frankenstein, the C-position boss, several noble mages came up with a rough plan.

The reason why "approximately" and "probably" are used together is to highlight that this plan is really unreliable. It is the most unreliable among the yes, the most loud among the loud.

Faced with these completely disobedient young men, Frankenstein simply gave up the idea of ​​continuing to persuade them. He had encountered similar situations several times, and every time he did so, it was a waste of effort.

Now he was thinking about only one question: if these guys were killed, how should he clear himself of responsibility?

Seeing these guys becoming more and more confident as they talked, Frankenstein felt as if the doomsday star was shining over their heads, and he should speed up his thinking.

At the same time, in the office of the Supreme Mage at the top of the White Tower.

Nelos was sitting in this office reading the latest issue of "Mana". Mages have their own journal. Mages from all races and all forces can publish articles in this journal. From this aspect alone, there are reasons why mages can become the strongest profession in the world.

Lord Nelos is also a hard-core ruthless man who has published articles in "Mana" and is very influential. Not to mention among the deep descendants, even among all the mages, he is one of the most famous ones. Many mages say that he is "not inferior to me."

The real meaning of "not inferior to me" by the wizard is: This bastard is a bit difficult to deal with, I don’t think I can handle him.

And now, this hardcore ruthless man is saying very discouraging words.

"This guy named Nagash... is no less than me!"

Hearing this, Aenarion glanced at Nelos. The lady's outfit today was very interesting, like an ordinary OL outfit, a white shirt with a hip skirt. The shirt buttons were good, with two buttons almost near the belly button. The hip skirt was very hip-hugging, just the kind that covered the hips. The black tights had an unidentified color, and it was a bit see-through but not too see-through.

Generally, this kind of clothes is just called OL outfit. No one would wear it like this in the office. If you want to see this kind of outfit, you can only go to nightclubs.

There are also nightclubs in Lothern. Since men do not work in the tertiary industry, female elves usually play corresponding roles.

Aenarion: "...You don't know Sofia?"

Nellos: "...Who then?"

That was a roast chicken. If you really want to seduce someone, you have to learn from that one. At least among the many elf women I have seen, only that one succeeded in making me pull it out. It still feels incredible. I can only say that the blessing of the God of Greed is something.

Of course, these were just his thoughts, and Aenarion would never say them out loud. He simply changed the subject and talked about something else.

Aenarion: "Nagash is a rather unforgivable name."

Nellos: “……Ah?”

As he spoke, Aenarion took the book Mana and began to read it.

After all, he has received some magic training. Aenarion's current magic level cannot be said to be extraordinary, but it can only be said to be better than nothing.

I read it quickly and found out that it was just an article written by Nagash, which discussed the research between puppetry and necromancy.

Putting the book down, Aenarion repeated his words in the affirmative.

"This Nagash really deserves to be blown up."

Chapter 50: Cat completely admits defeat

Recently, three tough guys have emerged in the magic world who Neros calls “no less powerful than me”. These three tough guys are all well-versed in puppetry and necromancy.

The names of these three are:

Nagash

Sandro

Mannimarco

Apart from anything else, when Neroth mentioned the names of these three gentlemen, Aenarion's eyelids twitched.

The Undead Scourge is already gearing up for a try, right?

Aenarion had basically guessed it.

These three are actually the same person, and who is this person? But he didn't tell Nelos about this, after all, it's not time for this person to take the stage yet.

As for the fact that Nellos was so anxious...

Let her be anxious. Aenarion loved to see this kind of confident and arrogant person suddenly become anxious.