"I assure you, the pointy-eared one is now in good shape. Well, it's just a little thinner, but if you feed him more fat, he'll be able to recover soon. The halfling old man swore an oath, "This is still a literate elf, and I should have charged you twice as much." ”

Muhati gestured to his men with his eyes, "Okay, that's it, you can take us to get this pointy-eared one." ”

"No," said the halfling in no uncertain terms, "we can't take you there, and the boss there may let you visit their house at will, in Atki. Not here, the halflings have the final say here!"

Quite vigilant, the boy thought as he nodded, "Okay then, you go and bring the goods, we'll wait here." ”

The halfling old man said disdainfully, "Don't bother. Then he reached out and groped around the wall next to him, finding a piece of brass that was exposed outside the wall.

"Get that old elf out of prison, he's useless to us, and there's a human imp who wants to buy it. The old man opened a covered copper sheet on the brass pipe and shouted loudly into the pipe in halfling. Although Muhadi didn't quite understand what he was saying, he was enough to judge from the tone of his voice.

"It's so extravagant, it's actually made of metal as a pipe for communication. The boy commented with a nonchalant look.

"Humans know a fart," the halfling old man's tone was proud with disdain, "Halflings are a great race that has inherited ancient civilizations, and naturally has the most civilization heritage. ”

It took less than a moment for a sound to come from behind the door that the halfling old man was facing away from. This shows that the halfling's cell is not far from here, otherwise the short-legged halfling with a prisoner must have walked for a long time.

The sound of a key unlocking sounded from behind the door, and the wooden door was pushed open. A tightly wrapped halfling man emerged from behind the door, and he was dragged into the room with a rickety old elf in his hand.

The old elf was unsteady on his feet and fell on the carpet. Muhadi recognized it clearly, isn't this old Karim, the clerk of the Scorpio tribe, the leader of the envoys. Well, of course, it seems that he was not so old and not so miserable in the past.

Karim's cloudy eyes saw Muhadi, and a flash of light flashed. The young man quietly made the battle gesture of the Scorpion Tribe, signaling him not to talk too much.

The old elf hummed obediently, and looked like he was about to die.

"This old thing looks like it's going to hang......," Muhadi commented, "Gash, tell me how much such an old slave is worth in Atki!"

"Ah, me?" Gash didn't know what the boy wanted him to say, "I said he was only worth a few corners. ”

The halfling old man ignored the former thief's nonsense, "That's it, do you like it or not?" Two hundred gold Tyr coins, not a single one is missing. Now the price of slaves has increased several times compared to the past. If you don't buy it from us, there will be nowhere to buy it!"

"He can't even stand up," the boy feigned, pointing to the old elf on the carpet, "and he can't be disabled." ”

"Of course not!" retorted the halfling who escorted Karim, "this old brute is fierce, and he is the best at pretending, and he has killed and eaten the other three elves!"

"I'm skeptical......," Muhathir snorted, "can I show that I can't be so reckless in business." ”

Hearing the young man's request, the old halfling looked at him for a moment. But in the end, he looked away, nodded, and signaled permission. So the halfling who had come up with the captives had to curse and crouch down, lift the old elf's tattered robes, and say, "Look, the legs and feet are intact......

Muhati took advantage of the distraction of the half-body to make a gesture, and all six of his subordinates shot at the same time.

One of the closer Bloods grabbed the young halfling's arm, while the other took the opportunity to pull out a dagger and stab the victim in the heart, twisting it vigorously. I have to say that although these vampires have lost their strength due to hunger, their skills are still good. Although they were reluctant to reveal their bloodline identities in front of human men, and could only use daggers instead of fangs, they still fought well.

The boy and two of his men pounced on the old halfling, who was faced with a sudden attack, kicked over the oil lamp on the ground, and flew back on his hind legs.

However, before he could escape the door, the boy had a heart shock. The old man was stunned by this invisible spiritual energy, and collapsed to the ground motionless. It was only a few blinks of an eye before the group started to make a move.

Muhadi gestured to his men, lowered his business and said, "Keeping a halfling old man alive, he is still useful." ”

Several of his men did as they were told, and hurriedly extinguished the fire on the carpet. Old Karim staggered to his feet and rearranged his robes.

Seeing the old halfling using a brass pipe, the young man realized that there might be other microphone mechanisms in this room. Maybe the halfling guards were on the other side of some secret brass pipe, listening for the sounds.

So Muhadi signaled to everyone not to make a sound, and then covered the mouth of the shocked halfling old man, and used his own saber to cut the tendons of the opponent's hands and feet to prevent the other from escaping.

Old Karim finally came to his senses at this point, and leaned into Muhadi's ear and whispered, "Why are you little bastard here now, almost my old bones are going to be confessed here." And who are these people?"

Seeing that the old elf had just been rescued and began to complain that he was late, Muhadi knew that the other party was fine, and lowered his voice and said, "Yes, I also think I came a little early." Otherwise, I can collect the body for you. ”

"Hah!" the old elf had just regained a little of his spirit, and he boasted to himself in a whisper, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just been rescued. "I've been crisscrossing the desert for a hundred years, how can a bunch of halflings clean up the ......"

Ignoring the old elf, Muhadi ordered his men to be on guard, and then began to concentrate on dealing with the captured halfling old man.

The guy had now recovered from the shock, and he glared at Muhadi with a venomous gaze like a wounded viper. Due to the discarding of his limbs, he could not resist, so he could only struggle and writhe, biting the boy's hand with his teeth.

This kind of rebellion is nothing to the psychic warlock. Muhati leaned down and asked coldly, "Who handed over this captive to you?"

The old halfling muttered and tried to scold, but because his mouth was covered, he didn't succeed in the end.

"What can you ask with your mouth covered?" said old Karim, rubbing his legs and feet, keeping an eye on the six of Muhadi's borrowed men, trying to find out who they were. But the six ignored the boy without his permission. The old elf was bored with himself, so he came to the psychic again. "I know a little bit about these halflings, you can just ask me. ”

I don't need him to speak, Muhadi thought to himself, this kind of ordinary person who has not been trained in psionic energy, when he is interrogated, even if he does not answer, he will involuntarily flash relevant information in his mind. Although I can't accurately capture people's thoughts, it is easier to judge whether there is a reaction in a person's head. And Karim has been locked up for too long, and even if he knows a little information, it must be very limited.

Sure enough, when the halfling old man heard "who handed it over to you", his heart beat slightly, and many thoughts quickly turned through his mind, indicating that he did know about the desert raiders.

"They're hiding here, aren't they? Muhati asked.

The halfling old man once again exposed the violent tremors in his heart.

"So where are they?" said Muhadi.

"In the building outside?" didn't respond.

"Near the dungeon?" still didn't respond.

"Around the tunnels?" still didn't respond.

Muhati tried a few more locations, but the halfling old man just stared at him with a sneer, and his heart was frank, but he didn't guess.

The boy finally asked, "In your own quarters?"

In an instant, Muhati felt a kind of panic welling up in the other party's heart, although the other party was still unmoved on the surface, he knew that he had found it.

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P.S. is on the advertising space recommendation again. But I'm in a bad mood and I'm not interested in writing. I've written a short story before, and although it's not fantasy, it's also desert-style, so let's just pass it on. Normal updates are not affected.

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