Broad World

After getting the specific information of the two magic items, Henry directly returned them all to the drunk Son of Baal: "It's not bad, although it doesn't have many magic protection attributes, but it should be enough for Minsk who likes to charge. As for this You can also use the crossbow, if you find the right opportunity to shoot an arrow in battle, it may have an unexpected effect."

He had harvested enough treasures during this trip, so he no longer looked down on these ordinary magic items. Instead of throwing them in the warehouse to mold, he might as well give them to those in need.

"Hey, if that's the case, I'm not going to be polite." Aberdell didn't talk nonsense, he put the crossbow on his waist, grabbed the stag armor and walked towards Minsk. Soon, the two of them got together, talked and laughed, and drank very happily.

Seeing everyone singing and dancing around the bonfire, Henry couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, and hooked his fingers at Jarlaxle who was sitting beside him. The mercenary leader immediately understood a little bit of it, walked over quietly, sat down slowly and asked in a low voice: "Why, are you done with your business?"

"That's right, now it's time to discuss the cooperation between me and you." After speaking, Henry raised his head and looked into the other party's eyes. He is still a little hesitant now, should he entrust such an important task to this cunning and fickle guy in front of him, because it not only involves the bloodletting plan of the dark girl Eilistraee and the god of conspiracy Velen, but also includes himself. A trade base ready to be established.

"Say, our Dayet independent mercenary group undertakes various missions, provided that you pay enough." Jarlaxle could also see at this moment that the powerful human in front of him didn't intend to care about his theft. Instead, there are more important things.

Henry knew. As the leader of a mercenary group. This guy doesn't have any specific standpoint, and he doesn't mind helping outsiders deal with his compatriots, so he usually only considers the following two points when taking a job:

First, whether the reward is generous. After all, it is very expensive to raise such a large mercenary group. Meals, drinks, accommodation, armor, weapons, potions, and magic scrolls all require a lot of gold coins, plus the high salaries that must be paid to the internal members , Once you can't find customers for a long time. Then it is likely to be on the verge of bankruptcy.

Second, the danger of commissioning. The Dayet Independent Mercenaries were originally refugees abandoned by Dark Elf society, so survival always comes first. If they find that the task is likely to lead to a large reduction in staff, or even the destruction of the group, then they will give up without hesitation, even if the price is useless.

It is precisely because of these two principles that the entire organization can grow and develop over hundreds of years, and spies have been planted in almost all dark elf cities. Relying on a well-developed intelligence network, they were able to succeed repeatedly in complex environments, making the teeth of those who had been calculated by the mistresses itchy. But there is no way.

But the only thing that gave him a headache was Jarlaxle's character. This mercenary leader really liked to get cold feet. As long as someone can offer a higher price, then he definitely doesn't mind killing his employer.

The shrewd and cunning Jarlaxle saw Henry's worry at a glance, and suddenly opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "My friend, you seem to have some doubts about our reputation?"

"Reputation?" Henry couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times. "Sorry, I really don't know that your mercenary group still has the word reputation."

"Aha, it seems that you have heard some gossip, so you don't have a good impression of us. It's okay, I can explain it slowly, but before that, please talk about the content and rewards of this mission. I need Make the following assessment." Jarlaxle raised his hand to stroke his smooth chin as he spoke.

Although Henry didn't trust the mercenary leader in front of him, he couldn't find a more suitable partner for cooperation right now, so he had to sigh slightly and explained: "It's very simple. First of all, I need you to spread all over the dark elf cities. The deeds of the dark girl Eilistraee attract those dark elves who yearn for kindness. Secondly, I plan to build an underground city near the entrance of the surface for trading activities. I also need your help to spread the news. If you can introduce a few A caravan would be even better. As for the reward, there is no need to worry about it at all, I can provide whatever you want."

After hearing the request, Jarlaxle lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Is there no need to fight? It seems that the danger is not high..."

"If I take this task, can you let us have a legal status in this new city?" He rolled his eyes and immediately proposed new conditions.

It has to be said that this made Henry a little embarrassed, because the Dayet Independent Mercenary Group is definitely a time bomb, and it might explode at any time. But considering the role these guys will play, he has to make some compromises.

"In principle, yes, but there are several prerequisites. First, you are not allowed to interfere in politics. Second, you must strictly abide by the law and pay taxes in accordance with the regulations. Third, every time you transfer more than 50 people, you must report to the city hall. .If you can agree to the above three items, then there will be no problem. The ugly words come first, if I find out that you are making small moves in secret, the consequences will definitely be very serious."

"Ha! Don't worry about this, I don't want to be hunted down by a legendary spellcaster who is strong enough to fight against the gods." Jarlaxle said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Henry didn't take such verbal assurances to heart at all, he just smiled lightly: "I hope so. So you have taken on this task?"

Jarlaxle nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I took over on behalf of the Dayet Independent Mercenary Corps. But you'd better pay a little gold coins, my money is relatively tight recently."

"How come? Didn't I just give you a large amount of weapons and armor a few days ago? Could it be that you were robbed?" Henry had a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't mention it, it's really unlucky. My people had an accident during the transportation, and they were smashed by a group of earth elementals who didn't know where they came from. Almost all the trucks were pushed into the abyss, otherwise we I will not bring people to steal."

Mention this matter. Jarlaxle immediately became irritable. The dark elves cursed slang words kept popping out from that mouth. obviously. This heavy loss made him very angry, and there was no way to get back the game. Because the earth element is not only very powerful in combat, but the most important thing is that the whole body is nothing but rocks and clods, and there is nothing valuable at all, so it is not worth launching a retaliatory action at all.

Looking at the mercenary leader who was pouring bitter water in front of him, Henry directly took out two bags of high-quality pearls: "Here, go there, and treat it as a deposit. I think this thing can definitely be sold in the dark elf city Offer a good price. Also, help me keep an eye on the duergar caravans operating in this area, and if you meet a guy named Karig, give him this letter."

"Of course, it's a trivial matter." Jarlaxle opened the bag, and immediately let out a burst of surprise. "Wow! Top-quality deep-sea pearls, look at the color and the halo, they are really a group of cute little babies."

He gently fiddled with the precious jewels in the bag, his eyes inadvertently revealing a hint of greed.

"One last warning to you, don't think about running away after taking the deposit, because no matter where you go, I can find you." After speaking, a murderous aura emanated from Henry, followed quickly disappeared.

As a superior. He knew very well how to make this cunning guy move, it was nothing more than carrots and sticks. Now that the radish is given, it's time to give it a stick, so that Jarlaxle won't have another crooked mind.

The mercenary leader was frightened by the fleeting killing intent, and quickly stood up and bowed gracefully: "Please rest assured, our Dayet Independent Mercenary Group has a good reputation and will strictly abide by the contract. In three months, you can see the effect."

"I hope so, I'm looking forward to it first, you can leave with your men now." Henry winked at Antleb, who immediately released the surrounded dark elf mercenaries, and also sent The weapons were all returned.

Just a few minutes later, Jarlaxle quickly disappeared into the Underdark with all the members of the mercenary group. As soon as they left, Antleb leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure, they won't sell this information to the rulers of other dark elf cities?"

"So what if you sell it? Most of the dark elves don't even know the name of the dark girl Eilistraee, let alone looking for her followers. As for the new city built underground, it's right next to the entrance, and it's open anytime. I can get support from the surface, even if the dark elves assemble an army to launch an attack, it is useless, and my magic is not vegetarian." After speaking, a sneer crossed Henry's face.

It can be said that he didn't really trust Jarlaxle from the beginning, and he didn't reveal even a little plan from the beginning to the end. He just used the knife as a knife. If the knife is not obedient, then just throw it away.

After hearing these words, Antleb felt his whole body stiffen immediately, a cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his eyes were full of awe.

terrible!

Is this the wisdom of the legendary mage?

He couldn't help asking himself this in his heart, and at the same time, he thought about what to do if he encountered such an enemy? Maybe only suicide is the best option...

As a not-so-great dark elf, Antleb suddenly felt that he was very lucky. Not only did he not die on the ruins of Eredlin City, but he also joined Robert's family early and became a leader. As long as he returned to the surface safely, he could become a real nobleman, and with the small treasury he saved, he could spend the rest of his life comfortably.

Antleb was excited at the thought of being able to walk on the streets in a fair manner and no longer have to hide. Without hesitation, he knelt down on one knee and performed a very solemn kneeling salute: "In my mind, you are the greatest human being in this world. Please allow me to offer my loyalty and become a humble servant."

"Oh? Are you offering your allegiance to me?" Henry asked with a slight smile.

"Yes, I hope to live under your protection forever, and I swear that I will never disobey your orders." Antleb directly expressed his heart's wish without any hesitation. He is very clear that he needs a strong support, otherwise one day he will be captured by the dark elves' hunting team and sacrificed... (to be continued...)