It is not easy to make an adult believe something.

Especially when both sides are strangers just meeting, if the person being persuaded is a group of guys who have lived for hundreds of years, then the so-called "trust" is even more like the Mirror of Water Moon.

Fortunately, Black is a "flexible" person who has a very "flexible" moral bottom line.

He would not persuade those who did not believe in him, nor would he prove his sincerity to a group of strangers, nor would he be so naive that he believed in his words that he could make the Surama rebels in front of him leave everything behind and do anything with him.

As a pirate captain, Black has learned one thing long ago.

In addition to trust that can make others obey, fear and intimidation can also achieve the same effect.

"Why do we have to build a garbage dump here?"

Delin, the leader of the Gondola boatwoman, complained to Vansel beside him while holding a shabby elf lantern:

"It's all your fault, Vansel! You led him over. I should drink and chat with my sisters at the dock..."

"I still have a date tonight, I can't go on now."

The short winemaker Marga, who was next to him, also complained in a low voice.

She dared not speak loudly.

I was afraid of being heard by the vicious pirate behind me, and at the same time I was holding a dirty magic elf doll in my arms. I didn't know where this thing came from in the basement of Fansel's tavern.

"Ladies, be patient."

As a powerful intelligence counterattack, Mr. Hill Green, the steward of the manor in Qianyue County, obviously had seen the world, and he would not care about the demeanor he had been maintaining.

He held a few empty wine bottles in both hands and placed them on the pile of garbage in front of him.

He clapped his hands and said to the people around him:

"Complaints are divided into occasions. My friends, we cannot complain in front of some people. Especially when he does not give us the right to refuse.

Think about the things this 'uncrowned man' did last time he came to the city."

This small reminder made the other three Nights shocked. They looked at each other and stopped talking, but just collected garbage around faster.

Although their conversation lowered their voices, they could all be heard clearly by Black.

But the Assassin Master is not in the mood to chat with his "newcomers". He is "training" the Night Son Assassin Aruin in front of him.

The training method is also very simple.

"Last chance!"

Black pinched an elf gold coin in his fingers and placed it in front of him and Aruin, saying:

"You have the right to 'choose' when you get it from me. But you've failed six times, so I'll say, don't be too confident."

"Buzz"

The next moment, the gold coins were like a jumping bug, jumping back and forth at the tips of Black's four fingers.

Because of the speed too fast and the dark light, Aruyin could only see a ball of gold coins dancing in the hands of the pirates. This was due to the elves' natural excellent vision, otherwise he would not even see the shadow of the gold coins.

Aruyin's purple eyes were about to explode.

He is under great pressure now, and he must get that damn gold coin to make him refuse the recruitment of this powerful assassin in front of him.

He is not undesirable for power.

He just doesn't believe in Black.

This is a dangerous person in front of you, and the pirate himself did not hide this.

Considering that Aruyin also has a weak and sickly sister to take care of, he is really not interested in joining that "uncrowned man".

He only has one chance.

With Black's body not moving, even his wrist not moving, and only moving five fingers, he had to pinch the gold coin accurately!

must...

He adjusted his breathing and focused his attention on his vision according to the teachings of the down-and-out elf assassin who trained him as a child.

There is no exaggeration in the slowing of time.

But Aruyin did find a solution. He couldn't see the beating pattern of the gold coins with his eyes, so he simply stopped looking.

Listen with the excellent hearing brought by the elf's long ears, the sound of each time the gold coins collided with Black's leather guards was very crisp, fast and rhythmic.

That's now!

"Bang"

The night son elf with his eyes closed suddenly stretched out his hand, and gently pinched his two fingers, and pinched the elf gold coins that were shaking between the pirate's fingers.

A cold sensation at the beginning made him shudder.

He gasped, took a step back, raised the gold coins in his hand and wanted to return them to Black.

The pirate just clapped his hands and said happily:

"Congratulations, you finally got it. I thought I was going to lose you, a potential member. Go back and pack up, and we will leave Surama tomorrow night.

Remember to bring your sister with you.

You should know that there is no hope for her to stay in Surama.

Unable to get rid of magic wine, she will be a magic addict for the rest of her life, just like you, like other people in this city who are getting deeper and deeper.

Follow me, things may not be better, but they will definitely not be worse.

You said, right?"

After saying that, Black turned around and walked out of the darkness, towards the small pile of garbage that had been built.

Behind him, Aruyin wanted to reject him clearly. He didn't want to become an uncrowned assassin, but he didn't say this after all.

He and his sister are at the bottom of the city, so what if they can survive the growing shortage of magic wine? This is just a bottomless quagmire.

They can't escape Alisand, they can't escape the magic addiction that follows like shadows.

This is a helpless disease.

As an older brother, I have to think more about my sister when doing things, especially when making choices.

Even if she can't get rid of the magic addiction in the end, she will go around the outside world and see the unique scenery, so she will not be trapped in Surama for the rest of her life...

Not bad.

"That, when you go back, from the fraternity of your little gangster, choose some young elves who are as flexible as you, younger, have no bad habits, and are malleable."

Black took a few steps and turned back and said:

"Anyway, one is to teach, and two are also to teach. If you can bring a lot of people back, I don't mind letting you be a small leader, the person in charge or something.

But I have made it in advance that before the end of the sea journey back to the eastern continent, if your level has not met my requirements, I will throw you all into the sea.

Don’t let me be embarrassed if I go to the mainland.”

This request made Aruyin tighten the gold coins in his hand.

This guy... I haven't agreed to join his ghost faction yet, so I'm just here to show it. Look at his arrogant look, I really want to give him a knife from behind!

"Well, the action is very efficient. Look at the garbage pile, it really reveals a delicate elf style. Are you guys, the Night Sons, something wrong?

Just build a garbage dump..."

Black looked at the small garbage pile created in the center of the basement in front of him. The four elves placed the garbage neatly together according to different classifications.

It made it look like a garbage dump in front of me, but it was like a stall in a french market.

"This won't work."

The pirate shook his head and said:

"Faced with such neatly piled together, it will not respond to the summons. This is not a garbage pile at all. It must be like this!"

After saying that, he kicked him.

After making a mess of the neatly piled up old items in front of me, I randomly plucked them with my feet. After making a mess, I nodded with satisfaction.

Then he took out an old wooden statue from his arms, put it in his hand and touched it, placed it in front of the garbage dump, coughed a few times, and said to the four elves around him:

"Come on, come and read with me, I will say one by one, don't read it wrong. Why do you do that far away? Behind me, the man and the woman are lined up in the left and right."

After saying that, Black cleared his throat and recited the chant prayer that summoned Old Garni in Saras, and the four elves behind him followed him.

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

Because everyone felt that the prayer was not very serious, and the scene in front of them was more like a cult scene.

Of course, if you consider that the garbage dump is placed in front of you rather than an altar decorated with blood from sheep bones, it makes the scene more like a group of madmen, or drunkards playing "performance art" after drinking too much.

Black ignored these elves who were unsavory.

After he finished reciting the prayer himself, he looked forward. Old Garni was still slowing down and he didn't want to come over, but the divine ritual had been completed, and there was a fog appearing on the garbage dump.

"Come out quickly, it's not that big girl is so embarrassed to see someone!"

The pirate was impatient and shouted at the surging fog in front of him with his waist. The next moment, Old Garni's sharp and thumping sound rang from the other end of the fog.
To be continued...