Chapter 2262 Do You Want to Be My Maid?

Everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group looked up, only to see huge wings over 100 meters long across the sky, and a man in black standing on the back of a radiant purple-striped griffin.

A name flashed in everyone's mind, and their expressions suddenly became shocked and delighted.

Mag glanced at the members of the Rose Mercenary Group who were all injured but at least their lives were safe, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Speaking of which, he has also fought side by side with the Rose Mercenary Group, and he has a good impression of Sivir, the head of the group who likes to wear animal skin shorts.

Of course, he is not because of those toned long legs.

Mag glanced at her full breasts... oh no, it was the injured chest!

It seems that the ribs should be broken, and there is internal bleeding, the injury is not serious, if it is not treated in time, it probably won't last long.

McGonagall frowned slightly. He originally planned to show them a way and let them leave after dawn, but seeing Sivir's injury, he might have to go on the road before tomorrow.

The Rose Mercenary Corps has no medical soldiers, which is a very bad lineup.

Mag also doesn't know how to heal, but he has some healing potions in his hand.

"Go down." Mag ordered.

Ah Zi flapped her wings, and the trees below immediately fell to all sides, revealing an open space with a radius of 100 meters, and fell steadily to the ground.

Mag jumped off the back of the griffin and walked towards Sivir.

Sivir looked at Mag with a slightly agitated expression, supporting the tree trunk with one hand, struggling to stand up, his eyes were full of stars shining.

Alex! That legendary man who is like a god!

Although he wore a mask on his face, that purple griffin was unique, and the terrifying blow that killed the golden-eyed white tiger earlier left an indelible mark in her heart.

"Drink it, and I'll take you out of here." Mag took out a red potion bottle and threw it at Sivir.

Xivir grabbed the potion bottle, was slightly taken aback, and immediately said gratefully: "Thank you very much for your rescue!"

Mag looked at Sivir who was trying to bow, and said coldly: "If you don't want the bones to pierce the internal organs, you'd better not move around."

Sivir's movements froze immediately, and she slowly sat back on the ground leaning against the tree trunk, gently unscrewed the potion bottle, and poured the red magic potion into her mouth.

The pure healing potion slid down the throat, and the vigorous vitality burst out. The injuries on the body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the broken ribs healed.

Everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group looked at Mag in awe from a distance, and looked at Sivir with worry.

Previously, Sivir risked his life to buy time for them to escape, drank the berserk potion, and recklessly attacked the golden-eyed white tiger, causing the most serious injuries.

Just three minutes later, Sivir opened his eyes, stood up slowly, then bowed deeply to Mag, holding a money bag in both hands and said gratefully: "I am Sivir, on behalf of the Rose Mercenary Group, thank you For your life-saving grace, please allow me to offer all my money, and I am willing to serve you hard and fast."

Killing the golden-eyed white tiger, saving everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group, and giving her a high-level recovery potion to bring her back to life on the verge of death, Sivir felt that he gave her this life.

Although she is a woman, she has always been self-reliant, and her worship of the strong is no different from that of men.

In her mind, Alex was her idol, and it was an honor to be his subordinate in order to repay her kindness.

"You want to be my maid?" Mag looked at Sivir with a slightly strange expression.

"Huh?" Sivir was also taken aback, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be thinking wrong, and two blushes suddenly rose on his face.

But... Could it be that what he wants is a maid? If it was to be Alex's maid... Although it was a bit embarrassing, it didn't seem to be a difficult thing to accept.

After all... After all, he saved her life.

"I would like to serve you." Sivir put her hands in front of her body and bowed slightly, as if she had assumed the role of a maid.

"???"

Everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group looked at each other in blank dismay.

This style of painting has suddenly changed. How come the head of his own domineering and fierce tiger has suddenly become someone else's maid?

But thinking of the identity of the other party, I just felt like I shut my mouth.

Being able to become Lord Alex's maid does not seem to be a shameful thing, but an honor.

"I'll take you out of here." Mag turned around and jumped on the back of the griffin, his voice returning to his indifference.

Sivir watched Mag open his mouth, but after all, he was not ashamed to ask him if he was already his maid.

She's not a woman who is casually posting, and the members of her team are still watching.

shame!

"Let's go!" Sivir regained his usual calmness, and ordered everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group.

Everyone boarded the purple griffin one after another.

They never imagined that one day they would be able to board this majestic purple griffin and be escorted by Alex.

"My lord, the golden-eyed white tiger is a seventh-level magical beast that has already produced a demon core, and the tiger skin is also a precious item. You... won't you collect it?" Sivir couldn't help but said while looking at the white tiger's corpse not far away.

"Demon core?" McGonagall was thinking in his heart. He had read in the book before that after a monster reaches level seven and evolves into a high-level monster, it will produce a demon core, which is used by magicians to refine medicine and some formations. Important material, quite precious.

Mag glanced at Sivir and the Rose Mercenary Group, thinking that their trip was a bit miserable, and they almost lost their lives, so he said, "I'll give you a quarter of an hour, and whatever you can get is yours."

Sivir and the others looked happy.

Level 7 Warcraft is nothing to a big man like Alex, but to a small mercenary group like the Rose Mercenary Group, it is a treasure!

If they didn't feel that the request to drag the whole white tiger back was too much, they didn't want to waste even a piece of meat.

Demon core, tiger skin, tiger teeth, tiger claws... In their eyes, everything is a treasure.

Scott stopped Dennis, who was about to strike at the tiger whip, gestured to the direction of the griffin with his eyes, and whispered: "This is not good."

"What's wrong? It's said that the golden-eyed white tiger's whip has a miraculous effect on that. It can be sold for a high price. I plan to get it and dedicate it to that lord in return for saving his life." Dennis said frankly.

"Didn't you say that he can't do it? If that adult is not happy, we can stay here." Scott was a little bit dumbfounded.

"It seems to be the same reason." Dennis scratched his head, but he cut off the big baby neatly, "Then let's sell it. Last time I heard that someone sold it for a high price of 200,000. Better, the price will only be higher.”

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