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After obtaining the specific information of the two magic items, Henry directly returned them to the drunk Son of Barr: "A good thing, although there are not many magic protection properties, it should be enough for Minsk who likes to charge.% As for this. You can also use the crossbow. Finding the right opportunity to shoot an arrow in battle may have an unexpected effect."

　　 He has harvested enough treasures on this journey, so he can no longer appreciate these ordinary magic items. Instead of throwing them in the warehouse and leaving them moldy, he might as well give them to those in need.

　　 "Hey, in that case, I'm not welcome." Aberdall didn't talk nonsense, and directly pinned the crossbow to his waist, then grabbed the Bucks armor and walked towards Minsk. Soon, the two of them got together to talk, laugh, and drink very well.

　　 Seeing everyone singing and dancing around the campfire, Henry couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, and he hooked his finger at Jarlaxle, who was sitting next to him. The mercenary leader immediately understood one of them, walked over quietly, sat down slowly and asked in a low voice, "Why, are you done with your business?"

　　 "Yes, it's time to discuss the cooperation between you and me." Henry raised his head and looked into the other's eyes. He is still hesitating now whether he should give such an important task to the cunning and fickle guy in front of him, because it not only involves the bloodletting plan of the dark girl Eilistraee and the **** of conspiracy Velen, but also includes himself. A trading base to be established.

　　 "Let's say, our Dayet Independent Mercenary Corps undertakes various tasks, provided that you have to be paid adequately." Jarlaxle can also see at this moment that the powerful human in front of him does not intend to care about his own theft. Instead, there are more important things.

　　 Henry knows. As the leader of a mercenary group. This guy doesn't have any specific position, and he doesn't mind helping outsiders deal with his compatriots, so when picking up a live, he usually only considers the following two points:

　　First, whether the reward is generous. After all, raising such a large mercenary group is a very expensive task. Food, drinking, accommodation, armor, weapons, potions, magic scrolls, all of which require a large amount of gold coins, plus the high salary that must be paid to internal members. , Once there is no customer for a long time. Then it is very likely to be on the verge of bankruptcy.

　　 Second, the danger of entrustment. The Dayet Independent Mercenary Corps were originally refugees abandoned by the dark elf society, so survival always comes first. If it is found that the task is likely to lead to a substantial reduction in staff, or even annihilation of the group, then they will give up without hesitation, even if the sky-high price is useless.

　　 It is precisely with these two principles that the entire organization can develop and grow in hundreds of years, and spies have been planted in almost all dark elf cities. With a well-developed intelligence network, they can repeatedly succeed in a complex environment and make the teeth of those who have been calculated and hated by the mistresses. But there is no way.

　　 But the only thing that gave him a bit of a headache was Jarlaxle's character. This mercenary leader really likes to turn around. As long as someone can offer a higher price, he definitely doesn't mind killing his employer.

　　 The shrewd and cunning Jarlaxle saw Henry's concern at a glance, and suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a white tooth: "My friend, you seem to have some doubts about our credibility?"

　　 "Credit?" Henry couldn't hold back, and couldn't help pulling out the corners of his mouth a few times. "Sorry, I really don't know that your mercenary group still has the word credibility."

"Aha, it seems that you have heard some gossip, so the impression of us is not very good. It doesn’t matter, I can explain it slowly, but before that, please talk about the content and rewards of this mission first. I need Make the following assessment." Jarlaxle raised his hand and gently touched his smooth chin.

Although Henry didn't trust the mercenary leader in front of him, he couldn't find a more suitable partner for a while, so he had to sigh slightly and explained: "It's very simple. First of all, I need you to spread in all dark elf cities. Regarding the deeds of the dark girl Eilistraee, it attracts those dark elves who yearn for kindness. Secondly, I am going to build an underground city near the surface entrance for trading activities. I also need your help to pass on the news. If you can introduce some A caravan is even better. As for the remuneration, there is no need to worry about it. I can provide whatever you want."

　　 After listening to the request, Jarlaxle lowered his head and muttered to himself in a low voice: "Don't you need to fight? It doesn't seem to be dangerous..."

　　 "If I take this task, will you allow us to have a legal position in this new city?" He rolled his eyes and immediately proposed new conditions.

　　 I have to say that this makes Henry a little embarrassed, because the Dayette Independent Mercenary Group is definitely a time bomb, and it might explode anytime. But considering the role these guys will play, he had to make some compromises.

"In principle, it is possible, but there are a few prerequisites. First, you must not get involved in politics. Second, you must strictly abide by the law and pay taxes in accordance with the regulations. Third, each movement of more than 50 people must be reported to the city hall. . If you can agree to the above three items, then there is no problem. The ugly words are at the forefront. If I find out that you are secretly engaging in small actions, the consequences will be very serious."

　　 "Ha! You can rest assured about this, I don't want to be hunted down by a legendary spellcaster strong enough to fight against the gods." Jarlaxle laughed and laughed at himself.

　　Henry didn’t have this kind of verbal assurance, he just smiled slightly: "I hope so. So you are taking this task?"

　　 Jarlaxle nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I took it on behalf of the Dayet Independent Mercenary Corps. But you'd better pay a little gold. I have a tight hand recently."

　　 "Why? Didn't I just give you a large number of weapons and armor the other day? Did you get robbed?" Henry's face was puzzled.

"Don't mention it, it's really bad luck. My people had an accident during the transportation. They were washed away by a group of earth elements that didn't know where they came from. Almost all the trucks were pushed down the abyss, otherwise I I won’t bring people to steal."

　　 When I mentioned it. Jarlaxle immediately became extremely irritable. The slang of dark elves cursing people kept jumping out of that mouth. obviously. This heavy loss made him very annoyed, and he still couldn't find his place. Because the earth element is not only very powerful in combat, but the most important thing is that except for the stones, there is nothing of value. It is not worthy of revenge.

Looking at the mercenary leader who was utterly bitter in front of him, Henry directly took out two bags of fine pearls: "Here, let's go, and treat it as a deposit. I think this thing will definitely work in the Dark Elf City. Sell ​​it for a good price. In addition, you can help me keep an eye on the gray dwarf caravans that are active in this area. If you encounter a guy named Carrig, give him this letter."

　　 "Of course, it's a small matter." Jarlaxle opened the bag and exclaimed immediately. "Wow! The best deep-sea pearls, look at the color and the halo, they are really a bunch of cute little babies."

　　 He fiddled with the precious jewels in the bag, his eyes inadvertently showing a trace of greed.

"Finally, I will warn you, don't think about running away after taking the deposit, because no matter you run to the end of the world. I can find you." After speaking, a murderous intent radiated from Henry, followed by and quickly Disappeared.

　　 As a superior person. He knew very well how to make this cunning guy move, nothing more than carrot and stick. Now that the carrot is given, it's time to give it a stick, and Jarlaxle, the province, has a crooked mind again.

The mercenary leader was frightened by the flash of killing intent, and hurriedly stood up and bowed gracefully: "Please rest assured, our Dayet Independent Mercenary Group has an outstanding reputation and will strictly abide by the contract. You can see the effect in three months."

"I hope so, I'm looking forward to it. You can leave with your men now." As Henry winked at Antlaib, the latter immediately released the dark elf mercenaries that were surrounded by The weapons were returned.

　　 After just a few minutes, Jarlaxle quickly disappeared into the dark area with all the members of the mercenary group. As soon as they left, Antlaib came up and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure they won't sell this information to the rulers of other dark elf cities?"

"What can I do if I sell it? Most of the dark elves don't even know the name of the dark girl Eilistraee, so don't mention the believers who are looking for her. As for the new city built underground, it is next to the entrance. You can get support from the surface, even if the dark elves assemble an army to launch an attack, it is useless, and my magic is not vegetarian." After finishing Henry, a sneer was drawn across his face.

It can be said that he never really trusted Jarlaxle from the beginning~www.ltnovel.com~ From the beginning to the end, he didn’t reveal even the slightest plan. It was just that the other party used it as a knife. If the knife is not obedient, then directly Just throw it away.

　　 After listening to these words, Antlaib suddenly felt his whole body stiff, and a cold breath rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his eyes full of awe.

too frightening!

　　 Is this the wisdom of the legendary mage?

　　 He couldn't help asking himself this way in his heart, and at the same time thinking about what to do if he encounters such an enemy? Maybe only suicide is the best choice...

As a dark elf who is not too good, Antlaib suddenly felt that he was really lucky. Not only did he not die in the ruins of Eredlin City, but he also invested early in Robert's sect to become a leader, and As long as he returns safely to the surface, he can become a true nobleman, and with the small treasury he has survived, he can spend the rest of his life comfortably.

　　 At the thought of being able to walk up the street in an upright manner and no longer have to hide, Antlaib felt excited. He did not hesitate to kneel on one knee and performed a very solemn kneeling ceremony: "In my mind, you are the greatest human being in this world. Please allow me to offer my loyalty and become a humble servant."

　　 "Oh? Are you loyal to me?" Henry was slightly taken aback and asked with a smile.

　　 "Yes, I hope to live under your protection forever, and swear that I will never violate your orders." Antlaib directly expressed his heart's desire without any hesitation. He knows very well that he needs a strong support, otherwise one day he will be captured by the dark elf hunting team for a living sacrifice... (to be continued...)

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