Broad World

Facts 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 power far exceeded his imagination, and it was even more difficult to deal with than the evil magic crystal shard "Clinshinibon" .

The unstable magic energy shows its mania all the time, as long as it touches it, it will be destroyed in an instant. Regarding this point, Veshaqi has personally demonstrated it just now, and the price is that a dagger is broken down into iron sand. If it weren't for his quick reaction, his left hand and his arm would probably have to be put in together.

You must know that primitive magic power has always been known for being weird, changeable, and unexpected. Although it is not as destructive as a powerful evocation spell, it does not mean that it is much less dangerous. Magic is much more dangerous, even legendary spellcasters themselves will feel afraid, let alone a mere dark elf warrior, who knows what will happen once he is involved.

"None" "Wrong" .s. Henry squinted his eyes and watched the two people toss for a long time, and finally smiled playfully and urged: "How, have you considered it? My patience is almost reaching its limit." In the predicament of defeat, Jarlaxle sighed helplessly, picked up a pen and wrote his name on the contract. He knew that he was completely calculated this time, especially that guy named Antleb, who even said that someone wanted to talk to him about a big deal. Look at the murderous eyes of the other party, which one seems to be talking about business? It's completely overlord clause, either obediently cooperate or die.

As a veteran who has been in the underground city for many years. He has always been the only one who cheats others. Being tricked by others is still the first stab. Even those insidious and cunning dark elf mistresses couldn't let them take advantage of it.

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 lowly. Therefore, it is normal to look down on a group of mercenaries led by men. Perhaps it is precisely because of this attitude that the "Dayette Independent Mercenary Group" has been able to succeed in transactions repeatedly, and there are countless families who have been killed by them.

"Look, I've signed the contract. Now we can sit down and have a good talk. As allies, we need to get to know each other in depth." Jarlaxle spread his hands and returned to his seat. It has to be said that this guy behaved quite a bachelor, and he didn't show any unhappiness in his heart on his face. On the contrary, he was very active and cooperative. As the saying goes, life is like rape, if you can't fight it, lie back and enjoy it. Easier said than done, very few people can really control their emotions, but he did it.

For such a person. Henry couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation, and at the same time, he also had an urge to attract the other party. But finally held back. After all, Jarlaxle is not the kind of guy who can be subdued for a long time.

"Of course, this is a huge plan, and it's also a bit crazy. If you have any questions, just ask now, and I will answer truthfully if it does not involve more private topics."

After checking the signature on the parchment, Henry quickly put away the original magic that permeated the entire underground ceremony, and brought everything back to normal. As long as this contract takes effect, no one will be able to reveal any information before the city of Uster Nazar is destroyed. Even if there is even a little bit of such a thought, the power of magic will immediately make it painful.

He finally didn't have to worry about this dangerous person running out to disrupt the situation at a critical moment, so his mood suddenly improved a lot, and his killing intent also subsided, as if the terrifying aura that emanated just now was an illusion.

Jarlaxle gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked with a wry smile, "First of all, I need to know your name. Presumably the number one soldier of Uster Nazar, Nim, should be an alias?"

He figured it out, the underage dark elf warrior in front of him was definitely a disguise of a legendary spellcaster, especially the terrifying mana that erupted just now couldn't be faked at all.

Hearing that the two bigwigs started to talk about a more confidential topic, Vishaki bowed very tactfully, and quickly left the basement. He knew that the less he knew about this kind of thing, the better, otherwise he might be silenced at some point. Some secrets are not as good as they are known, and all smart people know that.

After the last person who was an eyesore left, Henry's body suddenly began to change. His dark skin became whiter, his pointed and long ears gradually became rounder, the color of his pupils changed from dark red to silvery white, and his hair was snow white. The short hair slowly bloomed with a unique brilliance. After a few seconds, he was back to his original appearance, although he still looked the same young.

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

There was no doubt that he recognized the very handsome face. You must know that even in the continent of Faerun, where there are all kinds of strange people, the appearance of silver hair and silver eyes is definitely rare. Coupled with powerful spellcasting ability, there will be no second person except Henry, who has risen rapidly in recent years. A little bit young, but legendary mages will have some eccentricities to some extent, and it's nothing to like to make themselves younger.

After Henry put away the contract, he smiled and nodded: "Very well, it seems that you have recognized me, which can save a lot of time in explaining. I believe you should know the purpose of my underground trip, right? No less words"

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

Jarlaxle got the key point right away. Obviously, he has his own intelligence network, otherwise it would be impossible to get the news so quickly. You must know that the spies sent by Antleb have not had any clues after so many days, which shows that the rescue operation is not as easy as imagined.

"It seems that you know a lot. That's right, 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 himself into the mage tower.

"Aha, no wonder you are so angry and want to destroy this city." Jarlaxle smiled exaggeratedly with his mouth open. "But I want to tell you some bad news. I heard that the poor boy was poisoned a few days ago, and his health is getting worse day by day. If we don't rescue him quickly, I'm afraid he won't last long."

Hearing Alan's recent situation, Henry's anger was suddenly ignited, and the cups, tables, chairs, cabinets and other items 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 going on? I need to know everything that the boy has experienced since he came to this city."

"No problem, but I only know a rough idea. Since you want to know, let me tell you about it." Jarlaxle quickly explained what he knew. He found that the legendary spellcaster in front of him was on the verge of going berserk, so he didn't dare to be too provocative, and honestly explained everything.

It has to be said that the intelligence work of the "Dayet Independent Mercenary Group" is really excellent, no wonder it can always take advantage of the complex political struggles of the dark elves. Although the city's public mage towers are not full of traps, secret doors, and monsters like the privately built ones, their protective capabilities are definitely not bad. To be able to get accurate information from such a place, both ability and courage can be considered top-notch.

Jarlaxle is very cunning, never mentioning the name, appearance and gender of the spy during the statement, and even some blurring of the angle of view, so that people can't tell from what angle they are observed. He carefully guards his secret to ensure that no one will find out.

"Very good! Really very good! Chasma, I swear I will make your life worse than death!" Henry gritted his teeth and swore. The anger in his eyes was about to take shape, a vein popped out of his clenched fist, and his face was so gloomy that water could be wrung out.

"Don't be so angry, I assure you that the boy's life will not be in danger in a short time. You must know that saving people from the mage's tower is not that simple, especially since he has a trigger magic on him, as long as he leaves a specific It will be discovered immediately." Jarlaxle saw through Henry's current thoughts at a glance, and immediately stopped him. He didn't want to go crazy in the city with a legendary mage, 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 Mage Tower as soon as possible, do you have any good ways?".

He didn't want to wait for a moment now. When he thought of his son enduring pain and torture, he felt as uncomfortable as being bitten by a poisonous snake. Maybe this is what people call father-son nature, human nature, just like most parents are willing to make sacrifices for their children.

"Uh...it's a bit difficult. You know, the Mage Tower has very strict management on entry and exit. It takes a lot of money to buy a place." Jarlaxle didn't even think about it, so he sat on the ground and raised the price.

He could see that Henry's patience was running out, and if he didn't get it, he would definitely rush in, so he might as well take the opportunity to make a fortune first, and if he found that the situation was not good, he would run away immediately, anyway, the contract didn't force him to go He has to fight.

"In any case, I hope to get an accurate answer within three days. Also, let your spies take care of Alan. I think this is enough as a reward."

Speaking of which, 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 attack the Geralt family. A void.

"Ha! What a beautiful little baby, especially for a fighter. Maybe this cooperation is really good, at least he is more generous than all previous employers." Garaso muttered to himself while putting the ring on on his index finger. He seemed quite satisfied with this magic item, the corners of his mouth were curved upwards, and the smile on his face was extraordinarily bright...

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