"It's me, ma'am......" Luo Jia recognized this as a warlock at first sight, and immediately made his expression and voice as humble as possible.

He'd seen this sort of thing before. The face of the woman opposite him was not so much a natural creation as an artificial modification. Instead of using artificial techniques such as facelifts, liposuction, fillers, etc., which can go wrong, they use magic. The magic is more perfect than cosmetic surgery. It's a natural choice for a sorceress who doesn't want to reveal her true identity and doesn't want to look mediocre and cheesy.

The second half of Luo Jia's sentence broke in his throat. For an unseen hand strangled him by the neck and lifted him up. This invisible force enveloped his neck and made it difficult for him to breathe. He struggled instinctively, his hands frantically trying to break off what restricted his breathing. But all his hand crossed was air—the force that tightened his neck was so powerful that it could pinch him to death like a little worm at any time, but on the other hand, it was formless and insubstantial, and there was no way to fight or fight back.

He choked several times before he was temporarily released from the darkness and fear of despair. He was in a good mood and in good physical condition just now, but now all he has left is the strength to kneel on the ground, coughing and panting heavily.

The woman gave him a moment to recover before she spoke.

"I've been told you're the most well-informed person here. Her voice was arrogant and cold, "So I want to ask you about someone." ”

"Ahem...... Cough...... Madame......" Roga cursed madly in his stomach, cursing the madwoman in the most vicious language he could ever know. But he knew that these curses would always be in his stomach, and that he would never be able to get half a word out of his mouth. "If you want to inquire about the news, you don't need to be so rude...... I have always marked the price clearly and bought and sold honestly......"

In the next moment, he was once again strangled by his neck. When he was put down again, his eyes were black, his throat felt like a knife had been thrust into it, and his back and limbs ached excruciatingly. For the first time, he realized that there was a second way to make the bones of his body collide with each other besides the stimulant - only this time the rhythm of the bone impact was only wailing.

He gulped in the precious air and made a pleading gesture for mercy to the other party. At this moment, the nature of all merchants is to bow to the instinct of living creatures.

"Don't think you can bargain with me. The sorceress said coldly. "I want to know a person whose name is Lu Wu. I'm sure you've heard the name, now tell me where he is!"

"Can I ask," he said, summoning the last of his courage, boldly asking a question. "What is your relationship with Lu Wu?" but he regretted it when he asked the question, because he clearly saw the trace of anger flashing in the sorceress's eyes. "No, no, no, ma'am, I just asked, really just casually. ”

"Where is he?" asked the sorceress indifferently. Luo Jia's question just now itself showed that he had the information she needed.

"In the first house on the far left of Sixth Avenue in front," he added casually. "Arguably the safest place in the base camp. ”

This is not a lie, that place of residence is what he helped Lu Wu find, a place for generals to stay under normal circumstances. In these respects, he is absolutely sincere and genuine. It is precisely because of this that Lu Wu has never had any doubts about the accident of the airship falling. On the contrary, he accepted Luo Jia's apology and treated him as a friend.

"The safest place?" the sorceress's brow furrowed slightly, then smiled again. It's also the headquarters of the entire front of the Banshee Gate, and it's normal for some warlocks to be here. But the safest place? If the enemy is a high-ranking warlock, then there is no safe place!

But in the next second, her expression immediately froze. "What are you hiding?!" she grabbed the void, and Luo Jia, who was originally four or five steps away, was directly pulled in front of her.

"Yes...... Be...... There is a ...... High-ranking officials," Luo Jia looked frightened. "Right here in the command center right now. It's close to Lu Wu's residence. ”

"High-ranking officials?" asked the sorceress, "what kind of high-ranking officials?"

By the standards prevailing in this world, the so-called high-ranking officials refer to warlocks, and they are all high-level warlocks. Because there may be high-ranking officials of low-level warlocks (or even ordinary people), but the proportion is absolutely negligible.

"I ...... I don't know ......" Luo Jia originally wanted to talk about the archon, but at the last moment decided to hide it. After all, very few people know about this matter, even him, an intelligence dealer who prides himself on being well-informed, can say that he does not know. In fact, this is also true. If it weren't for the fact that he was hired to participate in the planning of the floating fortress this time, he really didn't know that it was actually an archon who came.

Even further, even if the high-ranking official he was standing in the street shouting was an archon, it was estimated that nine and a half out of ten people would not believe it. Because it is understandable to say that a high-ranking official was sent here to oversee the war (and of course to gather further intelligence, especially the technical intelligence of Kecha Goat), but it would be inconceivable to say that an archon came over. What happened at the Banshee Gate was essentially a border war with the Stygian Moon for the Huiyue camp. From the perspective of the camp as a whole, this is a very insignificant event, and like the daily conflicts that have often occurred over the past few thousand years, it has not involved much military resources, let alone comparable to those large-scale wars. The Archons of the Radiant Moon wouldn't have bothered much for a Banshee Gate - they might not even have heard of this place if it weren't for the massive battle between Kecha Goat and Stygian.

As the supreme leaders of the factions, the consuls are not so idle—in theory.

Of course, for Luo Jia, this is a vicious trap. This sorceress obviously intended to be unfavorable to Lu Wu, but if she killed someone in front of the archon, then it would be tantamount to openly provoking the authority of the archon. This is something that the consuls cannot tolerate, and it is completely inconsistent with the requirements of the unspoken rules. A warlock may be able to kill a few people secretly, but this crime cannot be made public, and to kill unscrupulously in front of the Archon is to cross the forbidden border.

As for anything else, such as the strategy to seize the floating fortress or something, at least at this moment, it was not within the scope of Luo Jia's thinking. His mind was filled with hatred for this madman-like sorceress, and he only wanted her to die sooner, or at least to touch the mold.

The answer "High Official, ......" made the sorceress hesitate slightly. But soon, she made up her mind. Time is running out, and with each passing day, the danger increases. As for the other high-level warlock...... It's not like she's not unaware of this situation. In any case, as long as there is no close relationship of interest, it is easy for warlocks (especially high-level warlocks) to reach an agreement with each other. It's nothing more than a matter of compromise and the transfer of benefits. As long as Lu Wu is dead, it is completely acceptable to pay some price.

The sorceress's face had even turned in the other direction, and she was just a little closer to leaving. But at this critical moment, Luo Jia's terminal sounded a prompt tone.

No matter what Luo Jia wants to do, it's too late. In the chaos just now—if you don't like the word "ravage"—his terminal has been thrown to the ground. At this moment, everyone with eyes can see that the name Lu Wu is clearly written on the standard of the communication object.

Lu Wu is a simple pronunciation in the local language that makes no sense. Perhaps that's why I've never met anyone with the same name.

The sorceress immediately stopped what she was about to move away. She looked at Luo Jia with interest. This time, her eyes were no longer as rough as they were just now, if just now she was just looking at Luo Jia with the same eyes as she looked at an object, then at this moment, her eyes were much gentle. But Luo Jia could know even if he thought about it with his toes that his situation was a hundred times more dangerous than just now. In the case just now, he just had to hand over what was satisfactory to the other party. There are people who kill innocents indiscriminately, but that kind of pervert is a minority of the minority. But now, he knew that if he couldn't come up with a suitable solution, he probably would never be able to leave the alley.

The sorceress raised her chin and motioned for Luo Jia to answer.

"Lu Wu, what are you looking for me?" Luo Jia's voice was full of tears. At this moment, he really regretted taking on such a task. The reason why he approached Lu Wu to make friends was entirely because of the relationship of being employed! For Lu Wu, he had neither a good impression nor a bad feeling, and he was completely a tasteless person like boiled water.

"Luo Jia, didn't you say that you were waiting for me over there, why did you leave first......" Lu Wu didn't hear Luo Jia's crying, maybe he heard it, but he didn't care. "I waited there for a long time. ”

"I'm sorry," Roga said with a little cry, of course, as he told the lie that had been prepared a long time ago. I don't know if there is an afterlife worship in this world, but if there is, then Luo Jia will definitely complain that the ancestral tomb is not buried well and has been implicated. "There's a temporary patrol assignment over there that I need to hand over. ”

It is only in this case that we can understand how important the nobility is. At least someone will think twice before they want to kill you. And once you die, at least someone will mourn you, someone will investigate the cause of your death, and someone will even avenge you. It won't be like this, and it will be killed directly by a warlock who doesn't want to think about it.

"Still, I know you won, congratulations. Luo Jia said. This is pure voice communication, and it is also the most common form of communication. So the other party can neither see his expression nor understand the situation around him. Taking the risk and calling for help will only lead to a faster death.

"The afternoon is the last one. Are you sure the airship repair is completely complete?"

"It's done, they're all painting it now. Luo Jia replied. "If you don't care about appearances, now you can leave. Your driver is waiting on the side. I personally recommend that you leave tomorrow morning. ”

Lu Wu was very satisfied with this answer, and they chatted a few more words, that is, small issues such as competition income. End of communication. Now, once again, Luo Jia has to face the worsening situation on her own.