"This is a man?!" Joshua was amazed. In terms of performance, he smiled helplessly and said, "Heh, I can't see it, the ninety-nine adults are very good at doing business."

Faced with Joshua's flattery, Ninety-Nine did not answer. She raised her hand, blocked her mouth, and smiled.

Although Ninety-Nine has never done business, he has done it in the game (referring to: Krypton). But in countless experiences of card drawing and unboxing, he understood a simple truth. The more things you can't get, the more people want to possess them, especially those things that are sold for a limited time and are out of print.

Facing the smile of the cute dead man, Joshua's heart beat slightly, and he didn't give up and asked, "So, may I ask Lord Ninety-Nine, do you have any other blueprints for the Black Feather Demon Bolt?"

"Hehe, it's really not a dead heart...... Ninety-Nine smiled evilly in his heart, continued to maintain an indifferent charm on the surface, and returned: "No"

"Heh, okay, then, could you please design a magic gun for me? I really, really want to have a magic gun that you designed, it doesn't need to be that powerful, as long as it can be a little more powerful than a normal magic gun. Or you can sell me a magic gun of your design."

Faced with Joshua's third request, Ninety-Nine still smiled and chose to refuse: "Sorry, I don't want to design a defective product. There's no extra magic guns."

Although designing and building a normal magic gun was a breeze for Ninety-Nine, and it was also a good time to sell it to Joshua. But Ninety-Nine is not like the magic gun he designed to become the kind of bargain that can be obtained by begging for mercy and moving his mouth.

And in the face of Ninety-Nine's euphemistic refusal, Joshua was completely helpless. He originally thought that after his sincere prayer, the King of the Nightless in front of him would give him a Black Feather Demon Hammer, but the truth slapped him in the face hard, he took it for granted.

"That's right, how can that kind of powerful magic gun be so easily handed over to a foreigner......" Joshua comforted himself.

Although Ninety-Nine didn't understand why the Red Cloud Empire hadn't designed or possessed a high-level Black Feather Demon Weapon in its hundreds of years of history. But Joshua understood that it was neither a blockade of other races, nor a concealment from above, but a mere no. Not only the Red Devil Clan, but also the Dragons, Bangu Clan, Elf Clan, Orc Clan, and Subhuman Clan.

[Hidden: And Joshua didn't know that in fact, in this world, there are indeed magic guns that are comparable to, or even better than, the magic guns designed by the Ninety-Nine. It's just that those magic guns are all concentrated in the Nightless Clan and the Saint Clan, two races that are 'relatively closed and unwilling to communicate'. 】

Later, Joshua and Ninety-Nine discussed some cooperation matters related to medical treatment, escorts, and commissions.

Since it was all some 'hands', Ninety-Nine agreed to all of them.

And that made Joshua very happy. Although 99 did not agree to all the cooperation, just the few that 99 promised were enough for Joshua to blow for a lifetime. Nuo is a big Red Cloud Empire, and there is really no one who can afford to ask the Nightless Clan for help, and he not only invited it. And please, it's still a king of the nights who is at the rank of the outer rank.

Medical care and escorts, in particular, were crucial to Joshua.

The former allows Joshua's injured men to recover quickly and get back to work. The latter can greatly shorten the escort time, thereby increasing the popularity of the escort business.

For businessmen, these two are tantamount to the same ability to open and hang.

And as the talks ended, the red wine in the ice bucket floated up. The red wine in the bottle has bottomed out.

However, the wine glass in front of Ninety-Nine did not move. The wine in the glass is still the same as before the meeting.

"Happy cooperation, Ninety-Nine." Joshua smiled excitedly, got up and bowed. And reached out his hand, as if to shake hands with Ninety-Nine.

"It's a pleasure to work with." Pseudo-Lori smiled, floated away from her seat, and reached out to her claws to shake Joshua's hand.

Looking at the translucent ghost claws that were far larger than his palm, a cold feeling enveloped Joshua's right hand.

Joshua knew in his heart that the king of the night in front of him had not yet fully trusted himself. But as long as you show more performance in the process of cooperation in the future, I believe that you will soon be able to trust yourself.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Just as Ninety-Nine was saying this, suddenly, Joshua stopped Ninety-Nine.

"Wait a minute, Ninety-Nine. Are you, really, not going to have a drink? That's 50 years old." Joshua cupped his glass and said sincerely.

"I'll have something to do in a while, so I'm not going to drink." Ninety-nine gave a panacea.

"Oh, that's right. Then I'm rude." As he spoke, Joshua smiled wryly in understanding, then raised his hand to pick up the wine glass in his hand and drank it all. After drinking, don't forget to turn the bottom of the cup towards ninety-nine.

Ninety-Nine understood that this was proof that he had not been poisoned, so he smiled knowingly, but still did not answer.

Immediately after, the voice of a sexy and mature succubus suddenly came from Joshua's side: "Ninety-nine, can I confirm one thing to you before you leave?"

"Yes, you say?"

"That...... This may be a bit rude, but please don't blame it." The succubus squirmed, his apologetic eyes sparkling with fluctuations. This kind of demeanor is something that no man can control.

Whether it is the posture, or the charm, or the tone, it is not comparable to ordinary humans, even Anna, who is beyond the reach of the dust.

But 99, he, is different. He just didn't feel anything, not only did he not feel it, but he even wanted to distance himself from the peerless beauty in front of him. (Absolute immunity activating...)

"Hehe, sure enough, succubi just like to seduce people, but I'm sorry, I'm tired of watching it for a long time." Ninety-nine said arrogantly in his heart, his eyes squinting indifferently. (The expression is actually covering his 'feelings of self-loathing.') )

On the surface, Ninety-Nine still maintained a calm smile and said cutely, "I don't blame you, you say it."

"Well, may I ask Lord Ninety-Nine, are you a boy?" The succubus stared at the two watery guns, very nervous, and asked word by word.

Ninety-nine's eyes were stunned, then frowned slightly, smiled crookedly, and replied indifferently, "That's right, I'm a man."

"What a ghost, boy! Can't you just ask the man! Why do you like to talk about boys! It's poisonous! "Ninety-nine was irritable inside.

Someone made up for it: 'Who made you so short!' ’

"Ni!"

Although a small theater is staged in his heart, Ninety-Nine still maintains his cold attitude and remains calm.