Perhaps someone didn't realize it, but even if they left, he was still the target of attention in the White Rose Chamber of Commerce. Not to mention that this target also brought huge benefits. A sub-dragon, and a king-level sub-dragon at that, had been purified by a Lich and some scraps.
Thomas Shaobo, the seventeenth child of Marquis Shaobo, sat firmly in his own room in the chamber of commerce, listening to various reports from his subordinates. Especially after the materials from the sub-dragon appeared, he almost widened his eyes and asked a protector beside him who had once wandered the Dark World.
"Could it be another Earth Dragon, not the one we know of?"
"Are there any other sub-dragons around here?" The old man squatting beside the bookcase and playing with a knife asked in return. Then he seemed to be explaining himself, "Well, even if there are others. But at least they killed a sub-dragon, you can't deny that. That thing is not so easy to kill. "
"Then are you sure you can take him down, by any means?"
"If you don't think I can do it, that guy wouldn't be alive now. He would've been taken care of by my peers. I humbly say that I'm very powerful, and you can even say that I'm the best in this field. But to deal with a Lich and a Mage who I don't know how to do it, I can only advise you to stay away from them as much as possible if you can't become their friend. In fact, I'll do the same. "
"What a disappointing suggestion."
"If you saw what happened to that nuisance McDowell with your own eyes, I believe you'd agree with my suggestion. Although that fellow who had grown so big and still went back crying to find his mother deserved such an ending. But that doesn't mean I want to have the same ending as him. "
"What ending? Missing? Who knows where they went? Maybe everything is fine. "
"The ending isn't important. What's important is that we can't resist. There were no signs, no magic fluctuations, no spells, and we don't even know how it happened. And what's the most interesting news, do you know? "
Halfway through his words, the little old man stopped playing with the knife and looked at the noble descendant with sparkling eyes. Knowing the old man's terrible personality, Thomas asked helplessly, "Okay, okay, what's the interesting news?"
"Heh heh heh, do you know how many people ambushed that person in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, and what happened afterwards?"
"What is it?" Thomas asked perfunctorily.
"Pfft, it's gone, just like what happened to that bearded bastard."
"Even if he's asleep, there are no flaws?"
"Yes, that's what I want to emphasize. What happened to that man was too strange. You couldn't even tell if it was the man's problem, or if it was because he had a Lich protecting him. Don't mess with a sorcerer … well, a group of sorcerers. "
"Uh-huh."
"So, you're just a kid who has nothing better to do. Why are you looking for trouble with that mage? Do you want to get some benefits from the bounty banquet? "
"No, I'm just unhappy that the woman he brought is prettier than me."
"A Lich? Are you out of your mind? "The little old man showed a disgusted expression and looked at the noble son who pretended to be loose.
"Have you slept with a Lich?"
"No, I haven't."
"You don't want to try?" Thomas's words made the old man's ugly face even more strange. He changed his words and said, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything. Since there's no chance, then stay away from him. I don't have to have the bounty or that woman. "
"Kid, a rational choice. I know you can always make a smart decision. "Putting away the knife, the old man who was in high spirits and ready to run at any time breathed a sigh of relief. What he was most afraid of was that his master would provoke the other party and implicate him. Fortunately, this person was not a stubborn person, and he could still distinguish between the strong and the weak.
But the other group of people was not so easy to deal with.
Under the protection of a group of followers, the old woman who could barely walk with the help of a cane aggressively barged into a small courtyard that looked like a fortress. Although there were warrior guards and apprentices of the owner of the small courtyard, the group of people either did not dare to stop her or were sent flying with a wave of the old woman's hand and vomiting blood. They fell to the ground and could not stand up for a long time.
"Holta, where is Holta?" The old woman yelled in a loud voice that was completely different from her old self, "Where is Holta?"
"Grandma You Jia, I'm here. Please don't tear down my house. There are a lot of things that I painstakingly collected in here. "
An old but handsome male Mage walked out from the corner of the corridor and greeted the intruder. He wore a rather strange starry nightgown as he walked out. It was obvious that his bronze naked body was under the nightgown.
Normally, the old woman would not mind using a man who was much younger than her for eye candy. But today was different.
A woman who was following behind the male mage also walked out from the corner. She wore a similar robe and walked to the Mage's side, saying intimately, "My lord, who is this grandma? How dare she be so angry and offend your dignity? "
The matter was urgent and the old woman, who was in a bad mood, did not say anything else. She raised her hand and sent out a magic shockwave that caught the woman off guard. The poor woman was directly hit and stuck to the wall. Fresh blood seemed to have exploded and dyed the wall red. The old woman gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up! Stop talking nonsense! "
Looking at his unfinished female companion, who was badly mutilated on the wall, Holta's entire body went limp. He said weakly, "Mm, I hope you can tell her to shut up first. If she doesn't listen, then do it. I think this order will be much better. "
"You shut up too!"
Holta immediately shut his mouth after being reprimanded and obediently tidied his clothes, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.
The starry robe actually represented the category he was good at, and the furnishings in the room were mostly related to astrology. But he was not an astrologer who was despised by the Mages. Holta Oubre was even rarer, and was also a respected prophet among the Mages. He was a person who knew the past and the future.
But considering the many unpredictable aspects of predicting the future, it could be said that there was no one who could accurately predict the future. Because once the future was predicted, that future no longer existed. The Lost People's understanding of "prophecy" was more advanced than the people on Earth.
But if one wanted to know the past that had already happened, the Mages who could be called prophets were all like video cameras with no blind spots. As long as there was a related item as a primer, they could get everything related to the primer. Of course, the price had to be high, or it would become a common method of criminal investigation in the Lost Land.
And this Holta Oubre was a top figure among the prophets in Pilsen City. If it was not something very important, it would not be his turn to do it. Those who could invite him were not small people or small families, and those who wanted to invite him were usually not good things.
Granny Youjia, who broke in, was one of Holta Oubre's old clients, and the kind that he did not dare to disobey.
Generally speaking, a prophet like him was almost instinctive to seek luck and avoid misfortune. Sometimes, as long as he had an inspiration and was one step behind, things could be turned around. However, Granny You Jia was good at curses that even a Prophet like him couldn't avoid.
Of course, this Granny Youjia often came to him to combine his abilities. Using some primers, she found unspecific targets related to the incident and then cursed them. This combination of abilities allowed the great Mage called Granny Youjia to get rid of enemies who were hiding in the dark and did not know their identity more than once.
Sometimes, Granny You Jia knew the identity of the other party but couldn't appear in person. Sometimes, she knew who the other party was but didn't know where the other party was hiding. Granny You Jia would also come to Holta and use his ability to curse and kill the enemy she wanted to kill.
At first, Holta would reject such things and use his ability to curse others. But as time passed, he got used to it and did not reject it.
Especially when he first met Granny Youjia, she had offered a reward that was hard to give up. At that time, he really wanted to reject it and go according to the original plan. At that time, the other party's conditions had become two. One was for the generous reward, and the other was for the safety of his life.
It was for his own life and also for the reward. It was not an exaggeration to say that Granny Youjia's request was fulfilled. So when he saw Granny Youjia's figure appear, he welcomed her.
As if to resolve the previous awkwardness, Holta Oubre spoke first, "Granny Youjia, who is in your way this time?"
"My child, my most beloved child is gone! Gone! Although others told me that he was just missing and would return to my side sooner or later. But I have a feeling, a very unpleasant feeling, that my beloved child is dead. I hate it, I hate it! I want to curse the people who dared to kill my child and let them live in pain and suffering for generations to come. "
The old woman's emotional speech also shocked Holta Oubre. He had a deep impression of the bearded boy. He was obviously old, but his behavior was still like a child's, willful and reckless. Especially when he caused trouble outside, which time did he not ask his mother to deal with the aftermath? In this life, he seemed to have never heard of that guy doing a good thing.
Now that he was gone, it could be said that it was very surprising, but also not surprising. In all fairness, Holta felt that it was a good thing to have one less scourge in this world. Of course, these words could not be said. Granny Youjia, who had fallen into a half-crazy state because of the death of her only son, gritted her teeth and said,
"I want to curse the people who killed my child, I want to curse the people who killed my child! All related people will go to hell and suffer endless torture! "
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