Moqi turned his head and saw a woman in a long black gauze dress.

The woman's forehead was beautiful, snow-white and smooth, and a burgundy hair was split into two strands along the back of the ears and draped over her chest. The exaggerated double leather shoulder pads made her arms appear more slender, and the red leather armor that wrapped around her chest and abdomen had nothing to do with the fight, but was all about her curvaceous figure.

As a game otaku, Moqi can deduce that she is a warlock from her costume, but cannot tell her age. For a man like Mo Qi who doesn't understand makeup techniques, a woman's age is always the most difficult data in the world to measure, and he can only judge that a woman is no longer young by the eyes of a woman.

The woman's name is Dabel Montrose, a level 26 elite warlock. Considering the history of the syndicate, Mochi speculated that the woman was related to Gul'dan's Shadow Council.

"Otto, are you fooled enough to believe that a fish-man can know about the little duke's illness?" Dabel Montrose said with a smile.

"At least I'm not fooled enough to trust a warlock." Otto replied coldly.

"Hey...... Stubbornness is the mortal enemy of opportunity. Otto, if I were you, wouldn't stop the little duke from embracing this opportunity. Dabel said in a seductive tone.

She passed past Otto with a smile on her lips, and the latter only snorted coldly when he heard her words.

Dabel bowed slightly, and said to the little duke with sheep-like obedience: "Your Excellency, I know that you are wiser than your father. With more life, pastors can be saved. I'm sure you can make a clear choice and pay a small price......"

"Dabel!" Otto angrily interrupted the sorceress.

All the thieves in the room tensed, and their eyes locked on the sorceress.

The sorceress raised her body unhurriedly on the surface, but the palm of her right hand faintly revealed a green light.

The room is tense, and the battle is about to break out.

"Fight, fight!" Mochi prayed inwardly, "If you start fighting, we'll have a chance to escape." ”

But at this time, another person broke in.

"It's a lively day!"

A man's exclamation turned the murderous aura in the room into invisible.

The man who spoke was a masked warrior dressed in the heavy dark gray armor of a god. In addition, the hilt of the sword at the man's waist made a considerable impression on Mochi. Judging by the style of the hilt, Moqi judged that his sword was the Evil Cutter of the Headless Horseman, a one-handed sword that glowed red when unsheathed.

Only now the sword is not unsheathed, just like this strong man.

Gravis Srinot, Level 26 Elite Fighter.

"Looks like I'm not here at the right time?" Gravis said in a heroic voice.

"No, you're here at the right time." Dabel said.

The leader of the thieves, Otto, snorted coldly.

"Otto, don't always be so gloomy...... I heard that you caught two fish-man doctors, are they these two? Gravis asked, gesturing at Mochi and Anvina.

Otto's silence is a default.

"Looks a little special, the fish-man in his pajamas ......" As he spoke, the masked warrior lifted Mochi's cloak with his hand and glanced at the pajamas he was wearing.

Mochi let out a low roar and bared his fangs, and the warrior hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"It's a very different kind of fish-man indeed. However, we still have to make sure first, if this fish man can't cure the disease, then it is better to send them to the back kitchen now. Gravis said as he crouched down in front of Mochi.

"Mr. Mochi is a very good pharmacist, and he can heal." Anvena said suddenly.

"Talking Fishmen! What a strange thing it is, my holy light! Gravis exclaimed.

Hearing Anvina speak, the other people in the room were also surprised, after all, there are still quite few fish-people who can speak. Most Fishman clans are discriminatory against terrestrial races, so even if a fishman has a talent for learning, they will refuse to learn these languages because they disdain to speak terrestrial races.

"You say he understands alchemy? It seems that the fish-man has a higher IQ than most of the people present. ”

Gravis's words made most of the thieves present laugh.

"Looks like the fish-man Otto caught is a smart guy, so let's let them try. However, if you wish to deal with the little duke, I suggest you think about it. Ms. Dabel was not as gentle as she seemed. ”

Hearing Gravis's words, Dabel did not get angry, on the contrary, she took these words as a compliment, smiled and nodded to Gravis.

"Untie our fish-man friends!" Hearing Gravis's words, someone immediately came out to untie Mochi and Anvina.

"What about me?" Linda Sangunar asked.

"You'd better choose silence. I don't want to be rude to your pretty face. Hearing Gravis's threat, Linda playfully chose to shut up, but tears kept rolling in her eyes.

The undead thief was a little intolerant of the fact that the two fishmen were treated better than her.

"So now please put-"

Gravis held out his hand and made a "please" motion.

Mochi looked at everyone's expressions uneasily.

There was a faint smile on the corner of the sorceress's mouth, and she looked like she was not afraid of accidents.

Anvena nodded, as if to say - Mr. Mochi, I believe you!

God knows why she has confidence in herself. Mochi's past major allowed him to get some knowledge of pharmaceuticals in the first place. As for human medicine, Mo Qi is a complete layman, and the only cure he knows is the medicine taught to him by his elders, whether it is ordinary Sanjiu cold powder or prescription medicine, as long as Mo Qi has a little headache and cough, whether it is right or wrong, the elders will forcibly pour Mo Qi to drink.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, and exercise Moqi's drug resistance, and when he grows up, he can only go to the hospital for injections and water, and he can only use the most effective new drugs.

Therefore, the only way that Mo Qi could think of to see a doctor for the little duke, who was as delicate as a girl, was to feed medicine.

Listening to the conversation between the previous people, they seem to have a cure for the little duke's illness, but they are suffering from the little duke's vitality is too weak, so they dare not administer medicine.

"What does life force mean? Is it health? With this in mind, Mochi checked the health of the Duke of Faku-Rest, Jr.

Sure enough, his health was less than one-seventh of his health, and he continued to decline at a very slow rate. According to this development, the little duke will hang up in two or three days.

Mochi pretended to do a check, then took out a vial of weak troll blood and told Anvena to tell the little duke to drink it.

"Wait, I'll take a look." The bald Otto snatched the flask and examined it before letting the little duke drink it. Thieves are natural poison experts, and seeing Otto nodding, the little duke drank it with confidence.

Unfortunately, the blood of the weak troll has no effect, and the health of the little duke is still decreasing.

Mo Qi saw the priest examine the little duke's body and realized that things were really difficult.

"The little duke's situation has not improved in the slightest." The priest in the organization shook his head and said after checking the little duke's body.

"It seems that the miraculous potion of the fish-man didn't work." The female bachelor said with a smile.

"Come on, drag these two fish-men into the back kitchen! Ready to stew them! Otto ordered.

"You don't have to worry about it. I am aware of death, and you don't have to spend any more manpower and money to save me. The little duke comforted everyone.

"Wait! Mr. Murch said he still had a pair of potions. Anvena shouted.

The sorceress's smile froze for a second.

Otto asked, "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and take medicine." ”

"You forced me." Mochi sighed, then slowly pulled out a bowl of brown potion from under his cloak.