Su Zuo was mentally prepared for Galt's reaction. Now that he had made up his mind, no matter whether Galt was angry, furious, silent, or laughing in anger, he was already prepared and stood firm.
Take the scalp off.
And it’s not that he has no way out. Anyway, the Sheriff is still here. If Su Zuo feels that he has really pissed off Galt, then he can tell the Sheriff directly and pick up the load from Nolan Ji.
It's not a big deal.
Anyway, he was hated by Galt because he spoke for the Sheriff. The two Sheriffs had to take care of him no matter what, and at least help him arrange a new place to stay.
Although Su Zuo was a little reluctant to part with Lang Xue and the others, especially the old guy in the basement, he finally got the ink and quill according to his request, and he didn't get any benefits from him.
It would be a shame to have to run away.
While Su Zuo was thinking uneasily, Galt remained silent.
The black eyes stared at Suzo quietly for a while, Galt looked at Cromwell, and shrugged calmly, contrary to his previous disdain and arrogance.
"It seems I made a miscalculation."
Cromwell raised his right hand with a smile, lowered his head slightly, and made a "please" gesture.
"It seems so."
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Surprisingly, under Galt's somewhat dull reaction, the consultations between the Crow's Golden Lock and the security guards on all the details of security cooperation matters ended quickly.
The two sheriffs left after the meeting. Although they were worried that the crow-like man was planning to settle the score later, Su Zuo was still determined and stayed.
Of course, after the Sheriff left, there was no need for him to stay in the VIP room. Regarding Suzo's previous abruptness, Galt didn't say anything, waved his hand and let him leave.
Standing alone at the window and looking out, Galt watched the two sheriffs get on the carriage and gradually drive away, shaking the goblet filled with red wine, looking thoughtfully into the distance in his eyes.
At this moment, his deputy Midel pushed open the door and walked in with a modest smile on his face. His eyes searched the somewhat dim room, and then rested on Galt's back.
"It's been hard negotiating, would you like some midnight snacks?"
Galt did not turn around, but his answer was somewhat off-topic: "I originally thought that boy would be more calm and ruthless, but in the end he miscalculated..."
There is a magic device that can listen in somewhere in the corner of the VIP room, so Midel knows exactly what Galt is referring to: "Isn't this better? Compared to a completely cold and heartless person, someone who is slightly gentler and more emotional
People will make you feel more at ease.”
Galt frowned and finally turned around with a slight complaint in his tone: "If it weren't for that kid, I could at least get another 30% of the profit."
"It's Galt. You take it too much for granted. The most complicated thing in this world is the human heart. Even if the other person is just a child, you underestimate him too much," Midel said.
"...Middle" Galt thought for a moment, made a decision, and gave an order to his deputy, "Help me take a good look at that kid, 'focus on observation', you know what it means."
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By the time Nolanji's guests gradually dispersed, it was already 3 or 4 hours later. Suzuo was instructed by Midel to keep pace and was busy from beginning to end. When he was finally allowed to leave, he felt soreness in his arms.
It's not yours anymore.
"If this continues, sooner or later I will become a powerful warrior..."
Ridiculing himself, Su Zuo walked exhausted to his residence. He slept in a utility room on the ground floor of Nolan Ji'er. Although the dust was a bit big, he was still happy with this arrangement because he could live alone.
Pretty satisfied.
However, just as he was passing by the kitchen, he was stopped by Chef Donne.
"Ivan Yiwen! You came just in time! The food for the slaves has not been sent over yet. Since you want to go back, just send it along!"
When there are many guests, the kitchen is always busy. When we finally have a rest, the ground is full of people. Except for Dorn, no one else can even get up.
Meanwhile, Donne was placing plates of leftovers on the push cart nearby.
"...Chef, my hand is almost broken!" Although he complained like this, Su Zuo still walked over obediently and helped Dorn put the last two dinner plates on the dining table.
"Stop talking nonsense! Remember to bring the dining cart up tomorrow." Donn slapped Su Zuo on the back and drove him out of the kitchen.
Su Zuo looked at the plates filled with food on the dining car and muttered: "...that good old man..."
Even if there are leftovers, the dishes on each plate are carefully matched according to the quantity.
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"It's time to eat, it's time to eat." Dragging his tired body, Su Zuo pushed the dining cart and distributed dinner one by one to the slaves in the cage.
Just a month ago, Su Zuo, like these slaves, was imprisoned in these small, dark cages and was starving, so he knew very well how difficult it was for these slaves to have only one dinner a day.
Nolan Ji'er is a very well-equipped stronghold of Crow's Golden Lock. The first floor is a restaurant, the second and third floors are prostitutes, the underground floor is a prison, and there are stairs further down, but that is not Su Zuo
A place where I can go. The environment of the prison is pretty decent. Although there are no windows or lighting underground, the ventilation and humidity are pretty good.
Although there seemed to be many compartments in the prison, only a little more than half of them were actually occupied, so Su Zuo quickly divided the dinner between them.
At the end, there was only the last piece of food left on the dining cart, and Su Zuo pushed it toward the deepest part of the prison.
"I have brought the ink and quill you asked for." Su Zuo respectfully put the dinner plate and the paper bag containing the ink and quill behind the sill.
Unlike other cells, the metal bars of the dozen or so cells in the deepest part are engraved with runes that Su Zuo doesn't recognize. Even if he carves hard with a knife, there will be no scratches on the bars.
The wall lamp on the wall exuded a faint magic glow. In this light blue glow, the old man in black robe in the cell raised his head, glanced at Su Zuo lightly, and threw the quill in his mouth into the open door.
in the ink bottle.
"...You fulfilled my request..." The ink bottle in front of the old man has reached the bottom, and the tip of the quill is almost bald.
"Yes." Su Zuo answered briefly. During the day, the main reason why he had to go to the Gray Branch Exchange, besides exchanging the cans of Shakala for silver coins, was because of the old man's
He asked to help him get ink and quills.
No one knew the identity of the old man who was locked up in the deepest part of the prison, not even Dorn, who was originally responsible for delivering meals to the prison.
Su Zuo only knew that the other party was a mage, and he could learn magic from him.
The old man with both legs broken used the stubble of his thighs to support his body, stood up slowly, and moved slowly to the railing. Dragging the heavy metal shackles on his hands, the old man checked the ink and quill.
"...Okay, in this case, your agreement with me has been completed..." The old man raised his head and looked at Su Zuo, with dark green eyes and an old face full of wrinkles. From the messy silver hair
The pointed ears protruding from the lower limb further illustrate the identity of the other party's immortal species.
The immortal species that can turn into such an old appearance has lived for an unknown number of centuries. Su Zuo also doesn’t know when the old man has been locked up here, but he has a feeling that given the other person’s age,
, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he personally experienced the war between the Empire and Nanling 70 years ago.
"According to your request, I have taught you the two spells in advance as payment for the ink."
"Yes."
"According to the agreement, if you can continue to help me find the ink and paper I need, then I will accept you as my apprentice and teach you magic."
"Yes."
"And what's your answer?"
"Teacher." Su Zuo lowered his head without hesitation and said to the old man.
As a scientific worker, Su Zuo was a staunch atheist and anti-mystic in his previous life. However, after personally experiencing the power of magic and being resurrected through magic, Su Zuo became more concerned about the "magic" that exists in this alien world.
This wonderful technology has generated very, very strong interest.
From the very beginning, he was very eager to know what the nature of the power of alien humans, who could freely manipulate matter and change energy, was.
Therefore, he did not hesitate much in response to the old man's inquiry.
Hearing Su Zuo's answer, the old man didn't talk nonsense. The previous two weeks of teaching had made him and Su Zuo familiar enough.
The old man nodded and went directly to the topic: "My child, as you can see, I don't have much time. After being locked up here for so many years, you are the only one who has the qualifications to pass on what I have learned in my life."
People, especially you who are still just a child, are the best age to learn magic."
"Now, stand tall, my child, and tell me your name."
The old man looked at Su Zuo solemnly. This was the first time in the past two weeks that Su Zuo had seen such a serious expression on his tired old face.
Su Zuo hesitated a little.
"My name is IVENIEN, teacher, IVENIEN."
With a "click", the quill in the old man's hand broke.
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"Weijieer, what's wrong with you? You've been a little absent-minded since just now."
Cromwell looked at the slightly dazed girl and felt a little worried.
"Huh? Ah! No, I'm fine, sir." The girl was stunned for a moment before she realized that Cromwell was calling her. Her panicked look didn't look like she was fine.
"Could it be that he was fascinated by the handsome commander of the Golden Lock of Crows?" Cromwell smiled and made a joke when he saw Wei Jier looking like a pregnant girl.
"How! How is that possible!" Weijier's reaction was indeed very violent, "It's just that dark crow man! How could he be thinking about him!"
"Oh? That's it?" Cromwell was a little surprised. If it wasn't Galt, what on earth was the girl thinking?
"Nothing, nothing..." Wei Jier blushed and mumbled.
Turning her head, Wei Jier bit her lip as she looked out of the carriage window.
EVIEN...EVIEN...Why can't I remember where I heard this name...
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[Forbidden Magic Cage]: As long as it is a magical world, it is bound to appear. I think there is no need to say more, right?
[Magic Forbidden Shackles]: It has to pass through the bones.