Chapter 182 What a loss!
"The scroll is real!"
This was the conclusion the adjutant came to after injecting mental power.
but……
The adjutant's face was three parts bewildered and seven parts puzzled. These two scrolls were indeed different from what he remembered.
They are so fierce!
Just feeling the terrifying aura contained in this seventh-level scroll was enough to give him a mysterious confidence that he could fight a seventh-level dragon alone!
What's even more terrifying is that when this seventh-level scroll was checked on the battleship's detector, the instrument actually showed that it had reached the attack power of the low eighth level.
And that eighth-level scroll has already exceeded the highest detection index of the instrument.
Although it cannot reach the combat power of the ninth level, it must at least have a power that exceeds the peak of the eighth level!
Moreover, this eighth-level scroll is an extremely practical defensive scroll.
With it, your life is safe!
While feeling surprised, the adjutant's heart was also bleeding.
Is it really worth using such a powerful weapon to deal with these sixth-level black merchant fleet personnel?
Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken?
unless……
Buy it back and continue to use it as a trump card?
Just when the adjutant was feeling extremely conflicted, he was horrified to see that more and more magicians and muscular men suddenly poured out of the cabin of the flying boat, causing the number of people on the side of the Black Merchant Fleet to rise from double digits to triple digits!
The pupils of all the elven soldiers who witnessed this scene suddenly shrank, and they felt a chill down their spines.
The information is wrong!
This black merchant fleet not only has crew members invited by the captain, but also nearly a hundred extraordinary people who came to support from nowhere.
And there are so many muscular men. If it is not a deliberate design to capture them, could it be that they are invited to wrestle for fun?
The adjutant and Huenleiner, who was selecting hostages on the flying boat, saw the clues at a glance.
The backup plan prepared by this black market fleet is several times more comprehensive than what the intelligence personnel discovered.
These strong men are the squire knights of the human mages. Only human mages like to raise these squires with strong physique and unparalleled close combat skills.
Huenleinar also discovered that among these men, there were actually some fighting knights who had reached the seventh level.
This also means that,
Once a conflict breaks out between the two forces, and at such a close distance, Huenleiner and his group will definitely not be their match!
I'm afraid it won't take more than three breaths.
Huenleiner and others will definitely become prisoners before they even have time to unfold the scroll.
Immediately,
The adjutant pleaded anxiously, "Your Majesty, the powerful and merciful Lord! Could you allow us to pay the deposit in advance?
If all else fails... this patrol ship can also be used as collateral!"
"...Okay." Lin Luo thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and sat upright in the captain's seat in a flash, showing that he was serious.
The adjutant was stunned.
My goodness, this is an elf warship. I was just talking, and I was trying to say in a tactful way that I don’t have money and I want you to give me a discount.
I didn't expect you to take it seriously!
Of course Lin Luo saw through the adjutant's thoughts, but he didn't care. He stretched out his big hand wrapped in black gloves and rubbed his fingers comfortably.
"Pay two hundred thousand low-grade magic crystals first, and remember to pay back the remaining two million low-grade magic crystals."
His price tag was: 200,000 for a seventh-tier scroll, and 2 million for an eighth-tier scroll, which was twice the price of a basic seventh-tier scroll in the mage market.
But his expression under the thick fog was very calm, and he didn't seem to be worried that the scroll would not be sold.
Sure enough,
When the adjutant heard this, he was not angry at all. Instead, he became so excited that his face flushed.
If he were to buy the scroll from the Magician's Association and hear this price, he would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word.
But for Lin Luo, this price is simply the conscience of the industry!
A low-level eighth-order offensive spell scroll, plus a defensive scroll strong enough to withstand eighth-order peak attacks, was obtained with only over two million magic crystals.
It’s really too profitable!
Hearing Lin Luo's agreement, the adjutant quickly asked the elven soldiers behind him to collect some magic crystals and put them into a space ring, and then handed it to him respectfully.
Lin Luo waved his hand and caught the space ring.
After using mental power to investigate, it was found that there were exactly 200,000, no more, no less.
The corners of his mouth curled up subtly. Isn't this money faster than robbery?
When the elves robbed the black market traders of their money, he would directly plunder the elves' wealth! And he made them willingly do it.
Not only that,
Lin Luo's plan is to take advantage of both the black and white sides. After making a profit from the elves, he will go to Friedman and rob his space ring directly. At that time, who would dare to say no?
Although the adjutant and a group of elven soldiers were ecstatic and felt that they had made a huge profit, didn't Lin Luo think the same?
This scroll was simply drawn by him using the seventh-level magic core and scraps from the red-eyed magic lizard.
Excluding labor, the cost is almost zero.
No wonder so many people like to study knowledge about magic circles and runes. This is definitely the code to wealth!
Seeing the adjutant and the elven soldiers' faces filled with joy, he hurriedly took out a sixth-level space scroll and pressed it on the main gun to use it. The elves instantly appeared on the deck of the flying boat a hundred miles away.
At this time, Lin Luo finally shook his head with a little regret.
What a loss!
It's still a loss after all...
If I had known this earlier, I would have quoted a higher price.
He only made 1 billion!
…
While Master Lin Luo was earning money with tears in his eyes, Huenleiner finally realized what despair felt like.
When you are fighting for your life on the front line and are caught off guard by an enemy ambush, you are counting on your teammates in the rear for support.
The result is,
This group of stupid teammates actually went to the front line to seek death at the cost of teleportation scrolls.
As luck would have it, the adjutant and others landed right in the center of the muscular men, in front of Huenleiner.
Now it's good.
It's all fucked up!
Taking advantage of the moment when Carona and the others were distracted, Huenleinar took out the seventh-level scroll with a determined look on his face and quickly released the defensive spells in it.
A spherical shield was formed in the blink of an eye and continued to expand, pushing a group of human mages and knights in all directions.
Only the 23 captured elven hostages remained where they were, wrapped in the shield.
"Adjutant! Do you know what you are doing? Do you like to bring soldiers here to die?"
Huenleiner didn't even bother to care about the hostages. He was so angry that he scolded the adjutant who was smiling happily, "How dare you laugh?
Did you know that Carona and his men have set up a space blockade around this black merchant fleet that is several times more powerful than a space blockade?
Any teleportation technique can only allow entry, not exit!
Even the magical information was completely blocked by the sealing technique!
They set up an ambush on purpose, hoping to catch us all in one fell swoop! How could you be so foolish as to walk into their trap?!"
"Captain, don't be anxious. Look at what this is."
Even though he was scolded, the smile on the adjutant's face remained unchanged. He shook the seventh-level scroll in his hand and said loudly in front of the elves:
"Please rest assured, fellow tribesmen. As the first mate of the 8839th Law Enforcement Patrol Vessel, I will definitely protect your safety."
Then, he leaned sideways and said to the suspicious-looking Huenleiner, "Don't worry, Captain. This thing in my hand is a powerful weapon comparable to an eighth-level scroll.
There's no countdown for casting spells, they're instant!"
“???”
Huenleiner reached out and touched the adjutant's forehead in doubt.
It's not hot...
Why did you suddenly become unconscious?
Where did we get the eighth-level scroll?
Even if there is, how can a mere intermediate sixth-level mage like you handle it?
Think of this.
The elves looked ashen.
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