Chapter 1,039 Uzov’s Purpose

How could people outside know nothing about what was going on in the reception room. The soundproofing facilities here are not good enough, and magic isolation is not used. If there is a slightly louder argument, people outside can hear it clearly.

However, no one rushed in in a panic to protect the guild leader. Only the dark elf who had received the noble party at the beginning opened the door slowly and looked inside. With an expression of surprise but not surprise, she said with a sweet smile: "It's done, do you need me to clean up the aftermath?"

Although he didn't say a single bad word, there were no good intentions behind his words, which made the baron who originally coveted the dark elves feel cold. Especially when the other party pulled out a snake whip from under her skirt, the baron was even more chilled when he saw the living python spitting out snake messages. Because a female dark elf who plays with the snake whip cannot be a nobody.

As soon as he turned the gun and fired the Smith & Wesson M2, Uzov used the calm attitude that he had been trained by the magician, crossed his legs and hugged his knees, and said very gentlemanly: "It is necessary to clean up the aftermath, but it is not what you thought." That way. Please take those two out for treatment, they are not dead yet."

"Really? I used a small cricket to shoot the earth dragon before. It only took one shot, and the earth dragon was completely gone, leaving only four dragon palms. These two guys were shot directly, can they still survive?" Mai Ershan In an innocent tone, he said sweet words that made people's heads tingle.

But Uzov replied angrily: "It's not like you haven't used a rifle for hunting. You can't forget the effect of paralysis bullets. And can you compare it with M2? For these two guns, I also adjusted the attack to the paralysis level. But What you said is not impossible. Because I have never used this kind of attack on anyone, so I don’t know if they have the body of a Warcraft or if they will be paralyzed and die directly. So please take them down for examination. Just give it a try. I don’t care if his hands and feet are broken, but he has drawn his sword and is ready to chop him down anyway. But his life must not be lost, we are not a place where people kill people if they don’t succeed in business."

The dark elf shrugged, showing an indifferent expression. Then the snake whip swung and wrapped around the leg of the warrior who fell further away. At the same time, he grabbed the arm of the warrior who fell closer and dragged him out. Let alone any skills or possible magical skills, this power alone cannot be ignored by others.

For the two soldiers who were treated rudely, Uzov Gantia had no sympathy at all. However, the nobleman sitting opposite and the black-clothed deacon standing steadily behind him had different expressions. The same thing is that they also didn't care about the two people who fell to the ground.

The baron showed greedy eyes and stared at the place where Uzov put away his gun. Sticking out his tongue and licking his upper lip, he suppressed his excitement and asked in a hoarse voice: "President, what was the price of that weapon just now?"

He doesn't care about the life and death of his own guards, he is only jealous of new things. Uzov confirmed again that he really hated creatures like 'nobles'. "Sorry, that's not for sale."

The baron raised his voice excitedly and asked, "What! Didn't I just say that everything owned by the Technology Guild can be sold? Are you lying?"

Uzov spread his hands helplessly and said: "Well, sir, I did say that, and it is true. But this gun is not something owned by the Technical Guild, but was given to me by my master." I'm here for self-defense. No one in the Technical Guild can build such a weapon."

"Then you make an offer. No matter what, I will buy that weapon." The baron said forcefully.

"What a pity, my lord. Will you sell the thing that protects your own life? This is not about money, but about your own life."

"Do you think you have the qualifications to reject a noble?"

The baron leaned forward, gritted his teeth, and spoke viciously. But as soon as the words were finished, both the speaker and the listener suddenly felt embarrassed. Because the two men the baron relied on had just been beaten down and then dragged out by a dark elf priestess-level girl. Even if the Baron takes action on his own and plans to go into battle himself, it's hard to say whether he can survive being shot.

The same goes for Uzov Gantia. Faced with a direct threat to his life, should he fight back? Should he beat the nobleman down first and then discuss the follow-up matters; or should he say harsh words first and then beat him down. The problem is that apart from verbal threats, this noble now has no real threat at all. Want to fight back?

During this moment of stalemate, the black-clothed deacon made a move. He walked around to the sofa and sat down. Said: "It's the bell on the cat's collar, right?"

An inexplicable sentence broke the original deadlock. The baron looked confused, but instead of being angry at his servant's behavior, he was a little flustered. Although Uzov felt deeply about this sentence, he was more curious about the identity of this 'deacon'. It seems that they are not the followers of ordinary nobles.

Seeing that Uzov did not reply, the black-clothed deacon continued: "Considering that the woman next to the magician is rumored to be the demon king who ruled the Mystery a thousand years ago and started the dark age. The people of the Ikaruga Alliance pride themselves on being part of the good camp. It’s impossible to be indifferent to such rumors. Then from what I can imagine, your role should be to monitor the Demon King nearby. So, am I right?”

"Your Highness..." The baron wanted to persuade, but as soon as the words came out, he regretted and shut his mouth.

Uzov showed an expression of sudden realization and asked politely: "Who is this His Highness?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, the baron, with the nod of the black-clothed deacon, cautiously introduced: "This is the second prince of the Winter Mountain Kingdom, His Highness Jacques."

Now that the other party has revealed his identity, Uzov will certainly not pretend to be dumbfounded. But it was impossible to be too flattering. He also performed an ordinary courtesy and greeted.

But Prince Jacques didn't care. He shook his hand and said, "That's an inconspicuous little country. With my rude sister here, I don't want to go back to that place at all. But what I just said is right or wrong." ?Also, if your master knows these things, what do you think will happen?"

"Nothing will happen. Because you just ran to him and said it again what he knew." Uzov Gantia said calmly.

Such an answer did not shock the prince who had just revealed his identity. Instead, he looked at the man in front of him who spoke confidently with interest and asked curiously: "Do they all know? Even if they know, they still keep you by their side?" They trust you so much? Then you still say they don’t value you at all?”

"Your Highness, would you believe me if I said that the magician I serve as my master does not believe in trust and loyalty, but is a complete believer in interests? In fact, he is indeed such a person. But the interests he pursues are not just tangible or intangible things like money and power, but include positions and ideas. Strictly speaking, as long as he is not a tit-for-tat enemy, he will choose to coexist peacefully. So and When he signed a contract to follow me, I didn't show my sincerity and loyalty. I just told him what I wanted to do and he agreed. As for whether the other person knows about it, to be honest, she doesn't care. She has the right to not care."

The unexpected answer made Prince Jacques, who was wearing servant clothes, not concealing the surprise and curiosity on his face.