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"Tianlan, make tea for the guests."

The tall young man nodded silently, then walked to the small clay stove by the fire, and took down the kettle on it.

The hot boiling water is condensed into a line and poured into the white bone china tea set. The small tea leaves are rolling, and the soft-colored leaves are stretched in the hot water. The greenery like spring water spreads in the thin tea set. The elegant and fragrant aroma is like a spring breeze. Infiltrated the dry air of the workshop.The black-haired magician signaled to the guests with different expressions, "Please."

The initial surprise quickly passed, and Elder Morris sat down first with boldness. The pharmacist sat down on the chair closest to him after pondering for a while. The last one was Centurion Perth. After a moment of hesitation, he also Unaccustomed to sitting on the innermost chair.Although there was no expression on his face, he never thought that he would have to sit and listen to someone's answer at all, his whole back was itchy because of his awkwardness.

Served in elegantly colored porcelain cups, the still hot tea was delivered to several guests.As soon as the pharmacist held the cup in his hand, he heard a "poof" from Elder Morris, and the impatient middle-aged werewolf with silver-gray hair was scalded to his tongue.

Boss was startled, and almost thought that something had happened to him, so he managed to throw the cup out of his hand immediately. Although he didn't dare to throw such a delicate and beautiful thing, he even had to be careful when holding it.

"What is this!" Elder Morris blushed and yelled after spraying tea all over the place. If it wasn't for the eye-catching expression "I'm very expensive" all over the cup, he would almost throw the cup out.

The magician gave him a cold look, but didn't answer, but the white-haired pharmacist said, "Morris, the one you sprayed out just now is worth 20 slaves in the imperial capital."

"!!" Elder Morris' eyes widened.

"No, my estimate was wrong." The pharmacist frowned slightly, and then changed his words, "100 slaves may not be able to exchange for a cup of this drink. 'Tea' is a luxury that ordinary mages may not be entitled to enjoy... Not to mention entertaining guests."

The magician glanced at the pharmacist with a calm expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, "It's just a drink for entertainment, the price is expensive just because the quantity is scarce."

"For people with strength talents, it seems to be more than that."

"Oh." The sorcerer said indifferently, "Maybe so."

Boss took another look at the elegant and fragrant tea in his hand, and finally believed that this black-haired man who was younger than expected was the magician.In fact, age may not be a problem, the key is that this person is black-haired - seeing a black-haired person in the bereaved family, it is difficult for people to immediately accept that this is the mysterious "magician".At least from the attitude of this man's indifference to luxury goods, the family can't pretend, the expensive drink worth 200 slaves, the man sipped it with elegance and carelessness, but Perth himself couldn't open his mouth to drink it.

Elder Morris had a tangled expression on his face. He was a typical werewolf, strong and rude, with a straightforward personality.As the real owner of this land, he should have acted more forcefully and directly, but because he was distracted by the spectacle created by the immigrants, unlike the restrained pharmacist and Perth who abides by his duties, he was reminded by the pharmacist It was only after that that they turned their eyes away from the coldly lit weapon rack, realizing that they were facing an opponent that was beyond expectations.

Fortunately, the following negotiations did not require the stubbornness of the not-so-cunning elder, and the pharmacist continued talking with the extremely rich magician.

"I've also learned a lot about the Sacher tribe from my servant during this time." The black-haired magician said, "Contrary to the rumors, the orc warriors don't seem to be very hospitable to their guests."

"Because the tribe was troubled by some trivial matters, I am really sorry for not responding to your kindness in time. Please understand that the Sacher tribe has absolutely no intention of opposing a powerful talent."

The muscles on Elder Morris's face moved.The pharmacist has been in the Sasheer tribe for ten years, this man who never changes his indifference even when facing the royal family of the imperial capital is actually so polite to a gifted man of strength whom he met for the first time?

The black-haired magician smiled slightly, "Are you the pharmacist of the Sacher tribe?"

"Yes."

"I heard that you are an interesting person." The black-haired surgeon tapped the smooth armrest of the chair with his slender fingers, "You..."

"The pharmacist only belongs to the Sacher tribe!" Elder Morris said in a low voice.

The sorcerer didn't even look at him, his dark eyes still only looked at the pharmacist, "What's your name?"

"My real name is Wynn Bisis." The white-haired pharmacist's red pupils reflected the firelight across the room, and met the black-haired magician's piercing gaze, and he replied calmly, "With my partner Morris Gao Gang, Boss Han Ye and 27 Biss knights are here on behalf of the Sacher Tribe, and I would like to ask if the talented people from far away live here, do you need us to provide you with some convenience."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The black-haired magician rested his elbows on the armrest, crossed his fingers on his knees, and chuckled lightly. "Why bother, just ask me what I want to do here?"

"To an adult like you, we dare not be rude." The pharmacist replied softly.

"I thought it would be different when I came to the Far West, but the boring things are still the same." The black-haired magician turned his head, and the sarcastic smile on his face faded, "Well, I'm so poor. There is indeed a purpose for coming here, and for this reason I may have to live here for a while. But I have no interest in the orc tribe, and the things you have don't quite suit my taste."

So what is your purpose?Boss still had doubts in his heart, but the black-haired magician's attitude was obvious enough that no one other than the pharmacist was qualified to talk to him.

Elder Morris didn't have such a keen nerve to weigh the pros and cons, he only knew that he was completely ignored by the black-haired power talent, "Then what is your purpose?"

"Morris!" The pharmacist's warning sounded almost at the same time.

The magician's gaze finally fell on Elder Morris again, his late-night eyes were calm, and then he called out calmly, "Tianlan, clear the scene."

"Yes." The tall young man whose name was called came out from behind him.

Elder Morris' expression changed, and he stood up abruptly. A tall young man named Tian Lan had come to him and stretched out his hands to grab him. Morris, who was over forty years old but still in good health, immediately swung his fist. The bereaved youth took a step to the right, Shen elbow bumped against Morris's joints, and the punch with the sound of the wind was instantly weak. The young man then turned and hit his open armpit with an elbow. The hand knife slashed at the back of his head, and Morris almost collapsed immediately.

At this moment, Boss had just taken his first step, looking at everything that ended in an instant with an expression of disbelief, the pharmacist also stood up, and shouted at him, "Han Ye, don't move!"

Li Hong, who had been silently standing in the corner after leading them here, came over at this time, and took the heavy body of the werewolf elder from the young man's hand with a face of helplessness, "I have clearly reminded... I'm sorry, my lord, I Take him now."

The young man who knocked down the werewolf elder with only one hand retreated back to his position without saying a word.Burth, too, had to be urged back to his seat by the pharmacist.When we first met, Perth's intuition was correct. This person is very strong. When facing a strong survivor like Luo Jiang, Perth not only admired the strength of the opponent, but also wanted to compete with him thoroughly one day. When facing this young man who looked about the same age as Luo Jiang, he was suppressed by the instinctive danger before his martial blood burned.Although the man's shots were measured, his skills were pure killing techniques in essence.

"Sorry, this kid has a straightforward personality, so he does things a bit rough." The black-haired magician smiled, "However, too many noises really interfere with people's interest in speaking."

"...It was my companion who offended you first, and I should be asking you not to mind his recklessness." The pharmacist managed to maintain his calm and replied, "Your servant is really outstanding, has he always followed you? "

"I picked him up on the way here, very interesting and useful." The black-haired magician said, "Of course, I wouldn't be annoyed by such a trivial matter, it's really out of style."

"..." It seemed that it was very stylish to be knocked out and thrown out if it was not pleasing to the eye, Pharmacist and Boss could only remain silent.

"Then, let me be frank, so that you don't have to worry about being persecuted all day long." The black-haired magician leaned back on the chair, with a bit of laziness, "I plan to live in seclusion here temporarily, and study some interesting things. This is my purpose. As the asylum of the bereaved family, I will abide by the blood contract they signed with the Sacher tribe out of obligation, but I need to discuss the details with you. .”

"Once the main covenant of the blood contract is established, it cannot be changed," the pharmacist said cautiously. "If you have more requirements, we can write another chapter..."

The black-haired magician raised his eyes, "You just need to bring the words to someone who can make a decision."

The pharmacist exchanged glances with Boss, and after a moment of silence, the pharmacist replied, "I will definitely convey what you mean exactly."

The black-haired artist smiled inexplicably, raised his hand slightly from his lap, and gestured behind the two guests.The young man beside him stepped over the reserved guests to the weapon rack, and drew a long sword gleaming silver from it.

"The silver-haired knight, remember what I said?" the black-haired magician said lightly.

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Although everyone had already sent out, Yun Shen still sat still, his fingers habitually tapped on the armrest, he was thinking about a more serious question.

Maybe he should add "The Actor's Self-cultivation" to his reading list?

There is no concept of equality in this world, so the posture must be sufficient. Even though it is very unsuitable, Yun Shen still tries his best to write down the main points of the role in the short time before the envoy of the Sacher tribe arrives.Fortunately, the audience is also very cooperative this time, and most importantly, the results of Yunshen's high-pressure sales look very good.

The Sacher tribe also brought gifts. Although the livestock are good, salt is what he needs most now. The small problem of sea salt is not a problem at all.Before that, first establish the material exchange ratio between the survivors and the Sacher tribe, and the method...

The movements of his hands stopped, Yun Shen raised his head, looked at Li Hong who came in from the open door, and Sachel's white-haired pharmacist.

"Sorcerer." Li Hong called out with a serious expression.

"What's the matter?" Yun Shen, who didn't have a hint and didn't quite understand what posture he should put on now, could only ask with a paralyzed face.

"Lord Yunshen." The white-haired and red-eyed man took a step forward, and gave him a deep salute, "Thank you very much for saving our family from a desperate situation."

"..." Yun Shen wanted someone to explain to him that he knew the common language, but only in spoken language, not this ancient language that he didn't even understand the grammar.But he understood the next sentence the other party said.

"My name is Pingyang. I used to be the 9th generation priest of Lingxi survivors."