"Then all the more reason to let him come to our territory and control him. When the time comes, we will have whatever he wants, right? "Ruan Wenzhao continued, unwilling to give up.
"Didn't that person say that it's impossible for him to leave the Holy City?"
"Throw money at him! There's nothing that can't be done even if you throw money at him. If there is, then it means that you haven't thrown enough money at him. Otherwise, that group of magicians is surrounded by our family guards. As long as you agree, I don't believe that it will be difficult to take away a magician. "
"If we do that, it's equivalent to offending that Warlock Saint." Ruan Wenyue sighed. His younger brother was in charge of the mine guards. That group of soldiers was formed according to the instructions of the first generation patriarch. They were a firearms unit.
The advantage was that it was powerful and easy to form. It was much simpler than training a team of old-fashioned qualified soldiers.
The disadvantage was also obvious, which was that it cost money. The reason why the kingdom built by the first family head was overthrown was because the supplies could not keep up. As a result, the personal guards were forced to use firearms without ammunition to fight the rebels, which led to their failure. And after that, some of the branches of the family gave up the tradition of forming a firearms force on the grounds of lack of funds.
The guards that were able to maintain the force were all top-notch in terms of combat power. This was also the reason why no one dared to suggest disbanding his branch, even though it was not valued.
But Ruan Wenyue also understood that there was a limit to the strength of this kind of army. Not to mention that unknown magician, even dealing with Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan was a little difficult. How to continue to improve their strength was something that he had been secretly researching.
However, using such a firearms force to fight some bandits and robbers was always successful. Therefore, this caused his younger brother to have an arrogant attitude. No matter what he encountered, he wanted to solve it with gunfire.
But on such an occasion, if he really did make a move, would that Warlock Saint and his relatives and friends really just stand by and watch? No matter how he thought about it, he could not find a suitable solution. In the end, Ruan Wenyue shook his head and said, "No. Without the safest plan, we don't need to use such methods to control that magician. "
"Oh." Ruan Wenzhao responded and turned to look in another direction in the carriage. He said, "If we ask Uncle to help, that should be safe enough."
The third person sitting in this luxurious carriage was a stooped, wrinkled old man. His mouth cracked open, revealing a mouthful of yellow front teeth as he smiled and said, "Brats, if you want to die, then go ahead. The reason why I'm still alive today is because I don't go looking for trouble with that kind of person. "
"Uncle, you can't deal with that magician either," Ruan Wenzhao said in surprise.
This little old man was a transcendent being who had followed the first family head. Due to certain reasons, they had accepted the protection of this branch of the family. This was a secret that the other branches of the family did not know about, and could be considered a trump card among trump cards. However, even he, who was skilled in assassination and concealment, couldn't deal with that person. How could the Ruan brothers not be surprised?
The little old man pulled down the hood that hid his face and said, "Do you know how many assassins have gone missing in the Holy City this year? Their whereabouts are unknown. I know a lot of brokers who are now in a predicament where they have no one they can use, just because they took on a commission. Perhaps it's easy to find a fugitive, but they can't afford to change their subordinates a few times, and all of them are new faces. That's why that person is now on the blacklist, and no one dares to take on the job of assassinating him. Do you think there would be a different outcome if I took action? "
He gave such an evaluation to the hidden powerhouse in his family. The Ruan brothers had to reconsider their attitude towards that magician, and where they should place him. Ruan Wenyue sighed again and said, "Use the attitude of facing a powerhouse and cooperate with that person. Besides, our more troublesome opponent now should be the Grand Duke Carvey that the Warlock Saint intends to introduce. If we want to ensure our interests, we still need that magician's cooperation. "
Not considering the problem of that magician, a Grand Duke of the Empire was indeed more difficult to deal with. Ruan Wenzhao nodded helplessly and said, "Looks like that's the only way."
The carriage fell silent again, and only the rumbling of the wheels could be heard. The three people with the surname Ruan all had different thoughts.
However, whether these people's thoughts were good or bad, it did not affect the person who left alone.
Not to mention that otakus did not dream of a sports car, when he was young and frivolous, he had also dreamed of driving a car of the same value as a house on the road. However, it was also that saying that dreams were plentiful, but reality was harsh. If he couldn't even afford a house, how could he buy a luxury car? Would he eat, drink, and defecate in the car?
As for now, there was no need to mention it. Not to mention a standard race track, there weren't even asphalt or cement roads in the mystical land. The limestone roads were already considered the most luxurious roads. The roads in the mystical land were the natural nemesis of sports cars with low centers of gravity and low chassis. It was possible that after passing through a hole, there would be a major overhaul.
Therefore, considering the quality of the roads in the mystical land, the quality of the people who used them, the undeveloped material science, and many other considerations, perhaps the standards for mass production of cars in the mystical land of today could be lowered even further. Could it be pulled directly to the standards of Earth at the beginning of the 20th century? Lin was thinking.
Suddenly, a commotion broke the silence of the night, and also pulled someone out of his thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an object fly out from a house on the side of the road and roll onto the road. Of course, Lin slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel!
Fortunately, someone understood that the car's tires were still not up to standard, so he did not dare to drive too fast on the way back. Even so, the snow on the road turned into ice and the car skidded. The entire car slid forward for a short distance before coming to a stop.
The person who was thrown out did not have any external injuries. At least he still had the strength to shout at the small tavern that threw him out. Seeing this, Lin planned to step on the accelerator and drive away to avoid this troublesome place.
"Che _ palle.oggi _ è _ terribility.Questo _ maledetto _ brutto _ tempo. What a terrible day. This damn weather. "The man who was thrown out on the street muttered.
For some reason, she replied, "Stai _ bene." (Italian for "Are you okay?")
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Italian?
The person in the car and the person on the ground looked at each other, speechless.
The person on the ground suddenly jumped up and spat out a string of unclear Italian. He leaned against the side of the car, face to face, spitting saliva. He was extremely excited.
Unfortunately, not much of this long string of Italian could be recognized by the translation system. This translation program engraved on the Dream Tower could not only translate Dragon Language or Beast Language. It was originally built to make it easier to talk to the silver-bearded dwarves. He did not know when, but as long as he had some foundation or built a dictionary of language data, it could be quickly judged and translated.
As for Italian, someone had not systematically learned it. The only channel he had been in contact with should be watching some Italian movies and listening to some dialogue and translated subtitles in computer games. He did not expect this language to be analyzed by the Dream Tower's translation program.
However, it was obvious that his foundation was not good enough, so there were not many parts that could be translated. Even if he flipped it out, he could not express his meaning, so someone could only blindly catch this' fellow countryman 'spattering words.
"Scusi, amico. (Italian: Sorry, friend.) My Italian is not very good. Do you know the common language of the underworld? " Someone switched to two voices and stopped this young man who had a beard and a mage's cape but still looked quite young.
"Yes, friend, I know the common language of the underworld. Why do you speak the language of Florence? Do you come from the same place as me? Who are you? "The young man also switched to the common language of the underworld and asked.
A string of questions was thrown out. Before someone could answer, a rumbling stomach suddenly interrupted their mood. The young man looked embarrassed. Lin pointed to the house that threw him out. It was a small tavern and asked, "What was that just now?"
"I owed the owner a lot of money and was kicked out. But, but I have a very good idea. I can make money, and then I can pay him back. "The young man exhaled hot air in the middle of the winter night. His face was red as he spoke with slight excitement.
It seemed that he was really a transmigrator. He was really miserable. Looking at the golden tassel on his chest, Lin was a little confused. Although they were not from the same hometown, they came from the same place. It would not be right if he did not help him. Lin said, "Wait for me." He signaled the other party to back off and let him park the car. Then, he led the young man into the tavern, although the young man was somewhat reluctant.
Customers in winter were always loved and hated. They loved that they could make money for drinks, but hated that when the other party walked into the tavern, they would inevitably open the door and then the cold wind would pour into the room.
The fat tavern owner forced a smile on his meaty face and was about to greet the guests. But before he could say anything, when he saw the person hiding behind a well-dressed mage, his whole face fell again. He cursed, "Get out! Get out! You are not welcome here. "With that, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to throw the person out.
Lin reached out and stopped the man, making the fat tavern owner stop. It was not that he was very majestic or threatening, but more of the gold coins in his hand. He said, "Tavern owner, how much money did this friend owe? I paid. Is that enough? "
The fat tavern owner looked suspiciously at the two mages who had just entered. In terms of temperament, they were indeed not on the same level. There was also a gap in age. And they seemed to be quite rich. At least, they did not look poor. Were they friends of the young mage?
After taking the gold coins, they did not put them in their mouths and bite them. The coins in the Land of Mystery were of different quality. Not everyone could make coins that were perfectly round and printed on both sides like the ones in the Five Empires. This kind of casting technology could be regarded as a kind of anti-counterfeiting technology. Thinking about the young mage's past credit, the fat tavern owner said, "It's too much."
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