Broad World

Facts have once again proved that in front of top spellcasters, no matter how powerful a warrior is, it is just a joke. Although Jarlaxle tried many methods to get rid of this unfavorable situation, the power of the original magic was far beyond his imagination, and it was even more difficult than the evil magical artifact "Klin Sinibon". .

Unstable magical energy shows its mania all the time, and it will be destroyed as long as it is touched. Regarding this point, Vishaqi had already personally demonstrated just now, at the cost of a dagger being broken down into iron sand. If it wasn't for quick response, his left hand and arm would probably also get in.

We must know that primitive magic has always been known for its weird, changeable, and unexpected. Although it is not as destructive as the powerful plastic spells, it does not mean that the danger will be much lower. On the contrary, it is better than any one below level 9. Magic (Pig-Pig-Island) novels are much more dangerous, even the legendary spellcaster itself will feel afraid, not to mention a dark elf warrior in a small area, once involved in the sky knows what will happen.

Henry squinted his eyes and watched the two men tossing for a long time, and finally smiled playfully and urged: "How, are you thinking about it? My patience is almost reaching its limit."

Seeing that he could not retreat from the predicament, Jarlaxle sighed helplessly, picked up the pen and owed his name on the contract. He knew that he was completely calculated this time, especially the guy named Antlaib, who even said that someone wanted to negotiate a big business with him. Looking at the other's murderous eyes, which point is like talking about business? It's completely overlord's clause, either obediently cooperate or die.

As a veteran who has been in underground cities for many years. He has never been the only one to cheat others. Being pitted by others is still the first thorn. Even those insidious and cunning dark elf mistresses were not able to take any advantage.

Of course, this also has something to do with their arrogance. After all, this is a society where women are superior to men and men are often called inferior, so it is normal to look down on a group of mercenaries led by men. Perhaps it is precisely because of this attitude that the "Dayat Independent Mercenary Group" has repeatedly succeeded in trading, and there are countless families who have been cheated to death by them.

"Look, I have already signed the contract. Now I can sit down and talk about it. As allies, we need to understand each other in depth." As Jarlaxle spread his hands, he returned to his seat. I have to say that this guy has been very bachelor, and he hasn't shown his unhappiness on his face at all. On the contrary, he is very active and cooperative.

As there is a saying, life is like a strong X. If you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy it. It's easier said than done. Few people can really control their emotions, but he did.

For such people. Henry couldn't help showing a hint of appreciation, and at the same time he had an urge to attract the other party. But in the end he held back. After all, Jarlaxle is not the kind of guy who can stay in the hands of people for a long time.

"Of course, this is a huge plan, and at the same time it's a bit crazy. Ask any questions now. If it doesn't involve more private topics, I will answer truthfully."

After checking the signature on the parchment, Henry quickly put away the original magic that permeated the entire underground style, and everything returned to normal. As long as this contract is in effect, no one will be able to reveal any information before the destruction of Ustnazar City. Even if it was a little bit of such thoughts, the power of magic would immediately make it painful.

He finally didn't have to worry that this dangerous figure would come out and disrupt the situation at a critical moment, so his mood suddenly improved a lot, and the killing intent also faded, as if the horror aura he had just exuded was an illusion.

Jarlaxle gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly and asked, "First of all, I need to know your name. Presumably the first soldier of Ust Nassar, Nim, should be a pseudonym?"

He could tell that the underage dark elf warrior in front of him was definitely a disguise of a certain legendary spellcaster, especially the terrifying mana that just broke out.

Hearing that the two big men began to talk about more confidential topics, Vishaqi bowed very wittily and hurried out of the basement. The less he knows about this kind of thing, the better, otherwise he will be silenced when he knows. Some secrets are not that the more you know the better, all smart people know this.

After the last eye-obtrusive person left, Henry's body suddenly began to change, his dark skin became whiter and whiter, his pointed and long ears gradually became rounder, and the color of his pupils changed from dark red to silvery white, with a snowy white head. Her short hair slowly bloomed with her unique brilliance. After a few seconds, he returned to his original appearance, although he still looked the same young.

"Oh...no!" Jarlaxle let out a scream, holding his forehead, "I should have thought of...damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Without a doubt, he recognized this very handsome face. We must know that even in the fascinating continent of Faerun, the appearance of silver hair and silver eyes is absolutely rare. Coupled with the powerful spellcasting ability, apart from Henry, who has risen rapidly in recent years, there will be no second person at all, although it seems A little bit young, but the legendary mage has some quirks, and it's not a big deal to like to be younger.

After Henry received the contract, he smiled and nodded: "Very well, it seems that you have recognized me. This saves a lot of time for explanation. I believe you should know the goal of my underground trip, right?"

"Yeah, how could I not know. I heard that Chasma, who lives on the sixth floor of the Mage Tower, kidnapped a human boy named Allen. You should be here for him."

Jarlaxle said the key. Obviously, he has his own intelligence network, otherwise it would be impossible to get news so quickly. You must know that the spies sent by Antlaib have not had any eyebrows after so many days. It can be seen that the rescue operation is not as easy as imagined.

"It seems that you know a lot, yes, that's my son. The first goal of this underground trip is to get him out." Henry admitted without thinking. He had a hunch that the mercenary leader in front of him must have a way to sneak into the mage tower.

"Aha, no wonder you are so angrily trying to destroy this city." Jarlaxle opened his mouth and smiled exaggeratedly. "But I want to tell you the bad news. I heard that the poor boy was poisoned a few days ago, and his health is not as good as each day. If he is not rescued quickly, I am afraid it will not last long."

Hearing Allen's recent situation, Henry's anger was suddenly ignited, and the cups, tables, chairs, cabinets and other objects in the basement were instantly torn to pieces by invisible forces.

He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to destroy everything, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter? I need to know everything that the boy has experienced since he came to this city."

"No problem, but I only know a general idea. Since you want to know, then I'll talk about it." Jarlaxle quickly said what he knew. He found that the legendary spellcaster was on the verge of running away, so he didn't dare to over-excitement, and honestly explained everything.

I have to say that the intelligence work of the "Dayat Independent Mercenary Group" is really excellent. No wonder it can always take advantage of the dark elves' complicated political struggles. Although the city’s public mage tower is not as full of traps, secret doors and monsters as privately built, its protection capabilities are definitely not bad. To be able to get accurate information from such a place, both ability and courage are considered top-notch.

Jarlaxle is very cunning, never mentioning the spy’s name, appearance, and gender in the process of making the statement, and even the perspective is obscured, making it impossible to distinguish from what angle he observed it. He carefully maintained his secrets to ensure that he would not be discovered by anyone.

"Very good! Really very good! Chasma, I swear it will make you worse than death!" Henry gritted his teeth and swore a poisonous oath. The anger in his eyes was about to take shape, a blue vein popped out of his clenched fist, and the gloomy face could wring out water.

"Don't be so angry, I assure you that that boy will not be in danger in a short time. You must know that saving people from the mage tower is not that easy, especially his body is also used to trigger magic, as long as he leaves a specific The scope will be discovered soon." Jarlaxle saw through Henry's current thoughts at a glance, and immediately stopped him. He didn't want to accompany a legendary mage to go crazy in the city, it was too dangerous.

Henry took a deep breath again, forced himself to calm down, and then asked in a cold voice: "I need to enter the wizard tower as soon as possible. Do you have any good ideas?"

He didn't want to wait for a moment, thinking that his son was enduring pain and torture, his heart felt as uncomfortable as being bitten by a poisonous snake. Perhaps this is what people call the nature of father and son, human nature, just like most parents are willing to make sacrifices for their children.

"Uh...it's a bit difficult~www.ltnovel.com~ You know, the Mage Tower is very strict on entry and exit management, and it takes a lot of money to buy a place." Jarlaxle didn't even think about it, and just set the price. .

He saw that Henry’s patience was almost exhausted. If he didn’t get it, he would definitely make a fortune. It’s better to take the opportunity to make a fortune. If he finds that the situation is not good, he will run away without saying anything. Anyway, the contract is not mandatory He must take part in the battle.

"No matter what, I hope to get an accurate answer within three days. Also, let your spy take care of Allen. I think this will be enough as a reward."

Speaking, Henry took out a "Ring of Regeneration" from his pocket and threw it over, then got up and left the basement. He knew that he didn’t have much time, and he had to muddy the water within three days. It seemed that it was time to start the Geralt family. No matter whether it succeeded or not, Uster Nazareth would become empty due to this civil unrest. Imaginary.

"Ha! What a beautiful baby, especially for fighters. Maybe this cooperation is really good, at least he is more generous than all previous employers." Galasso muttered to himself as he put on the ring. On my index finger. He seems to be quite satisfied with this magical item, the corners of his mouth have a very large curvature, and the smile on his face is exceptionally brilliant... (to be continued...)