Old Grion was about to get angry and scold.

But when the words came to his lips, Old Grian suddenly stopped, stared at Sean with wide eyes, and said, "Stinky boy, don't change the topic and lead me astray!" Tell you, you have to make it clear to me today, how can kobolds be so bored as to run to the Gold Coast to fire and fish people? Don't say you don't know, let me tell you, I've sent someone to investigate carefully in the past few days, and you can't get rid of suspicion! ”

Sean pursed his lips, and said in his heart If you really understand what is going on, your brother's name will be written backwards, and the space fortress will not be a golden finger.

"Don't fool me, Lord Grian, I really don't know anything. ”

Old Grian stared at Sean for a long time, and found that Sean's face was not red and his heart was not beating, his eyes were looking around blankly, and he looked like "what can you do with me", and secretly said, "This kid is so determined", his face was like a Sichuan opera changing face, and he immediately changed his face with a smile.

"This, Sean, you also know, it's not easy for me to pull up this team, brother, fool...... No, it's not easy for Crying Dad and Niang to beg for these 5,000 gold coins, and it's not easy to go all the way to Flash Gold Town to build equipment, you can't lose too much from the kobold and the fishman, right? Besides, those people under my command are all miserable! ”

Old Grian's eyes were miraculously moist, and two lines of turbid tears rolled down: "Let me tell you, there is a man named Ryan in our team, who has no father at the age of three, no mother at the age of four, is begging to survive at the age of five, and is abducted and robbed at the age of six...... It's all about life! Later, with a bitter hatred for kobolds and fishmen, I joined my team, but I couldn't eat enough and didn't have enough clothes, and I felt ashamed! ”

"Let me tell you, the Celts in our team have had a dream since childhood, wear the best equipment, be the most powerful hero, defend Stormwind, and defend the whole world! He's in this team, and if we fight the kobolds and fishmen head-on, maybe his short life will come to an end, and his heroic dreams will be shattered......"

"Let me tell you, Samakaili in our team, what a good girl, stunned by the destruction of life, the beauty of the moon and the moon, the skin polished by the wind and sand, even if she shiveres in the cold wind and trembles in the rain, she must exterminate the kobold and work for the benefit of the people in the western wilderness."

"I'll tell you ......"

Sean was going crazy when he heard this.

Old Grian, why is he so versatile? Not only is the skin thicker than the city walls, but the lips are thinner than foam. One set after another, sentence after sentence, the ability to make up stories is ten times stronger than himself, and in a blink of an eye, he made up more than a dozen stories and ruined more than a dozen people......

Yes, old Grian's words, Sean didn't believe a word.

But deep down, Sean had already begun to sigh.

Although what old Grian said was false, it was also possible.

Sean is a kind ordinary person after all.

He had to do something even for the sake of the people of the western wilderness, for the sake of those who knew him, for the sake of old Sardinia. As long as you are cautious, you will not lose yourself.

Although Old Greon does everything, he is really thinking about the people of the Western Wilderness!

After thinking about it, Sean interrupted Old Grian's words and nodded.

Just when old Grean thought that Sean had been successfully fooled by himself, and decided to confide in him full of truth, and then give all his hole cards to himself, Sean spoke.

"Well, Mistress Grian, if I find a way to get the kobolds and the fish-men to fight first...... What good do you give me? ”

Looking at the sincerity on Sean's face, without feeling the slightest shame for his words and deeds, Old Grian was full of admiration and respect for the half-elf boy in front of him.

I can be good for this high-sounding, and the thickness of this little guy's cheek...... At least half of myself!

After thinking about it, Old Green held out a finger.

"Half of all the proceeds?" Sean's heart is full of beautiful fantasies.

"Boy, you're thinking too much." Old Glian shook Shaun's eyes with his raised middle finger: "One percent, one percent of the income from the Jangorod mine, every year, I will be responsible for the mining work, you just need to take the money." How's that, good enough, right? ”

Sean rolled his eyes, "Okay?" Where's the good? Or am I in charge of mining, and you will receive 10% of the proceeds? ”

Although the annual ore output of the Jangorod Mine is far less than that of the Death Mine, it is the second largest mine in the Western Wilderness, and the annual gold production is definitely astronomical. Otherwise, how could Old Satin agree to come up with five thousand gold coins, just for forty percent of Jangorod's gold earnings and forty percent of the gold coast's spoils in the future?

Really speaking, the 10% income from the Jangorod mine is not small. But at this time, it is just the time for old Grian to ask for himself, and he can fight for a little more, otherwise he will regret it in the future, and there is nowhere to buy regret medicine!

Hearing Sean's words, Old Grion shouted, "Sean! One percent of the income, you are still too little? You know, there are so many farmers in Old Sardinia, and they only have a total income of 40%, and on average, it is far less than yours! Sean, listen to my uncle's advice, be content! ”

Sean pouted: "Uncle, I'm very content." The Jangorod Mine is 10% profitable, no problem, but I'm going to close it once a week. In addition, after winning this battle, I will ask for all the loot and all the magic items! ”

Sean saw the trick in it at a glance.

Once a year?

Think beautifully!

The point is, mining is up to the old Grian! Who knows what the hell is going to be in there! In case of 10,000 gold coins, and then insist that there are only 1,000, who will you talk to?

Therefore, it is safe to end it once a week. Because the time is only one week, it is even more difficult for old Grian to make false accounts. Second, if old Grian really made false accounts, he would be able to find out that there was a problem in a week, and solve the problem as soon as possible.

In addition, the division of the Jangorod mine is a trickle of water, and the spoils of this battle are the bulk of what can be obtained in front of you. So, anyway, Sean has to get this one.

When Old Grian heard Sean's request, he immediately knew that this black-bellied little fox had seen through his plan. I had no choice but to agree. He must make fake accounts, and it's a big deal to find someone who knows how to do it when the time comes, and do a better job of making fake accounts, so that the little fox can't find out......

As for all the magic items in this loot......

Old Grian thought about it, but finally nodded reluctantly in agreement.

No way, people's requests are reasonable!

As the only caster class among the participants on his side of this war, and will make an irreplaceable contribution to the war, he asks for all the magic items in the loot, which is too deserved!