Chapter 184 Can I Still Lie to You?
The shield before them was not unbreakable, but they had become numb to these elf merchants who had no idea what money was.
Thinking back to the beginning,
When the exhausted slave-hunting team handed them the shields wrapped around the elven "slaves", they only said one sentence:
"We paid a heavy price and have done our best to consume almost all of their offensive scrolls."
Listen,
Is this human language?
The offensive scrolls have been used up. Who knows how many defensive scrolls these cowardly elf merchants have left?
As soon as one layer is broken, another layer appears.
Friedman touched the space ring on his finger. There were not many seventh-level scrolls given by the Sith Chamber of Commerce left.
He sighed and said in a deep voice, "Carona, have your crew repair the transmission array as soon as possible. We will keep an eye on the elven slaves to prevent any accidents."
The magic shield is a two-way defense. If you want to release magic attacks from the inside to the target outside the shield, you need to change the shape of the shield and create a hole in the intact shield barrier.
This moment is both a time for insiders to attack and an opportunity for people outside the shield to launch a surprise attack.
Therefore, without absolute certainty, the magic shield will never be deployed easily.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Free, we will repair the transmission array of the flying boat within an hour." Carona nodded, glanced at the elven "slaves" whose prices seemed to be clearly marked on their foreheads, and flew excitedly to the stern with a group of crew members.
This place is less than 50,000 miles away from the border of the Augustus Empire. If flying at full speed, it will take less than two hours.
However, the repair of the flying boat greatly extended the time they could escape pursuit.
When I think of this,
Friedman shifted his attention from the elves to the edge of the sky.
According to the information fed back by the magic energy detector installed on the flying boat, the patrol ship is currently hovering obediently five hundred miles away. All the magic patterns outside the ship have been extinguished, and the magic energy furnace is only maintained at the lowest state, keeping the entire ship silent.
A female knight slowly walked up to Friedman and asked softly, "Master, should we send someone to board the elven patrol ship and seize it?"
The price of an elven patrol ship starts at at least 10 million low-grade magic crystals. If you can get it and resell it on the black market, it will be a considerable income.
After all, the various equipment on the elven patrol ships are top-notch products on the Star-Moon Continent, and research institutes in empires such as Augustus and Aklan are very fond of these items.
"No, without the psychic key, we can't use the elven assault boats."
Friedman slowly analyzed, "Even with the speed of the lifeboats equipped on the flying boats, they still can't catch up to the patrol ships. If the elven soldiers left aboard fire, it will only cause more casualties."
Then, he pointed at Cecilia and continued to direct:
"Deploy all the seventh-level knights to the perimeter of the shield. Always be vigilant of any changes in the shield. As soon as an opening appears, immediately lead your men in and capture the female elf!"
The scroll that Cecilia took out not only made the elven soldiers jealous, but also Friedman coveted it.
In the black market, a basic seventh-level scroll costs more than 100,000 magic crystals, and a better seventh-level scroll can even be sold at a sky-high price of millions.
And about one million low-grade magic crystals are enough for some extremely talented mages to focus on improving a certain attribute of their own from the beginning of the sixth level to the peak of the sixth level.
Due to his low talent, Friedman was already nearly two hundred years old and had spent millions of low-grade magic crystals, but he still could not fully improve his mental attributes.
I have to say,
In order to advance to the seventh level, he is desperately short of money!
…
Just as Friedman and others were eyeing the elves' wallets.
Huenleiner took the time to count the total number of elves brought by his adjutant and found that it was exactly all the soldiers left on the patrol ship.
This means that the patrol ship has become an empty ship!
Huenleiner was immediately furious. He grabbed the adjutant's collar angrily and said in a deep voice, "Why did you bring all the soldiers here? The patrol ship is unguarded. What if it falls into the hands of those humans?"
The adjutant said aggrievedly, "I'm doing this to prevent them from being threatened by that mysterious person and letting him steal the patrol ship."
"Mysterious man? Where did he come from?"
"I don't know either, but he suddenly appeared in the patrol ship, handed me a seventh-level scroll and an eighth-level scroll, and asked for 220,000 magic crystals.
Given his strength, how could I dare to say no? "
The adjutant's face was filled with grief, and he said righteously, "Captain, don't you know how much we paid for these two scrolls?
We painstakingly scraped together a deposit of 200,000 magic crystals for him, but couldn't come up with the remaining 2 million, so we had no choice but to mortgage the patrol ship to him."
"I bought a scroll, but I lost the patrol ship?" Huenleiner covered his chest, feeling like he was about to suffocate.
The patrol ship is the private property of the elven royal family. If it is lost, it would be strange if the superiors do not severely punish it!
maybe,
Even if he succeeded in rescuing the moon elves, his stingy superior would definitely take this opportunity to deduct most of their mission rewards.
I wonder if I can fill this gap? If not, it will be all in vain!
Fortunately, the adjutant still had some brains and asked all the elven soldiers to leave the warship. Even if the mysterious man wanted to steal the warship, he couldn't drive away.
Unless he wants to push and run!
At this time,
Taking advantage of Huenleiner's calmness, the adjutant quickly added, "The patrol ship was originally assigned by our superiors. If he took it away, we can just report it to them truthfully.
If he didn't take it away, we can report it to our superiors and ask them to reimburse all expenses.
As for the scroll level,
Just take... the price of two exquisite eighth-level scrolls."
After saying that, the adjutant chuckled.
Huenleiner immediately understood his intention. He was going to shift all the responsibility to the mysterious man. No matter how he thought about it, they would not lose out.
But he was still a little worried, so he spread out his hands and said sternly, "Give me the scroll. I want to check if it's really as magical as you say."
"Brother, can I still lie to you?"
The adjutant rolled his eyes, handed the scroll in his hand to Huenleiner, and explained calmly, "If you don't believe me after I tell you, feel the power of this scroll for yourself first and see if I'm really lying."
Huenleinar held the scroll given by Cecilia floating in the air, and he touched the "magical" seventh-level scroll with his hand doubtfully, while his mental power seeped into the scroll.
In the next second,
His long ears trembled instantly, his breathing became rapid, and he quickly released the hand that was holding the adjutant, and asked in surprise, "Is this really given to you by that mysterious person?"
"They can testify for me." The adjutant pointed behind him. The ten elven soldiers were looking at the two of them with smiles on their faces, without any sense of urgency about the impending danger.
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