In Aztlan's imagination and plan, the weight he threw out in the end should have been a sure success, partly because of the sincerity and sincerity he embraced.

Truth be told, as a spellcaster with no ambition and just a good camp who just wants to take care of his own one-third of an acre, Aztlan is far more suitable to be friends than "crazy people" like Punk and Kane.

On the other hand, even if the god of the evil camp of "Smile" did not buy his good intentions in the slightest, Aztlan thought that the benefits he threw away should be enough to impress the girl god who was in a "mortal situation" in front of him.

You must know that in this unbreakable magic lock, the white-robed mage of level thirty-five is undoubtedly the legendary caster with the highest spell casting level that "Smile" can find, and unlike Punk, a mage who is not good at enchanting spells, the spells that white-robed mages are best at are all kinds of enchantment spells.

At least...... He didn't just say that "you can build an effective magic circle to assist in the recovery of divine power, and then delay the punishment of the priesthood for a long time", but he did not say it, Aztlan really had that ability.

Even in order to win the trust of the "smile", the white-robed mage who had taken precautions had already built a simplified version of the "Legendary Recovery Circle" in advance, and now he was just waiting for the "New Red Sand God" sitting in front of him to ask impatiently, and he would take out this model of the circle as the most favorable evidence.

In terms of "negotiation", Aztlan, who is also a legendary powerhouse, did not naively expect to use his mouth or empty words to impress a person whose interests are obviously different from his own, on the contrary, he is very pragmatic and very rational and chooses to use "interests" to speak, and he is seriously trying to use "can greatly increase the survival time", a theoretically that makes the dying people unable to refuse the interests of the girl god into his alliance.

If you take into account the difficulty of obtaining the information of the white-robed mage and the blockade of important information by Punk and others, the response that Aztlan can make now is already very good.

And there's nothing wrong with the breakthrough he catches - compared to Kane or Punk, "Smile" is indeed the weakest and least experienced of the "three-person adventure team".

Even if the punk hadn't sworn to the Mad Knight and the girl god that he had the ability to break the magic locks, "Smile" would have been very upset in the face of the Aztlan's "life-sustaining" benefits.

Although Aztran's proposal will undoubtedly completely grasp the lifeblood of the recipient in the end, considering the "great terror" between life and death, it is not difficult to accept the loss of a little autonomy.

But............ It's a pity that this time the Aztlan got a result that ended in two failures, after all............ After all, a serious strategy is still not as good as an unscrupulous "plug-in".

You know, the punk promised to break the magic lock in less than ten years, so at least until this short ten years have passed, the "New Red Sand God" and even the "Instant Kill Gun" will definitely be the most determined and powerful allies of "Whispers of Destruction".

Although the white-robed mage took out all the chips he could take, it was ............ Today, Aztlan is faced with an unsolvable situation, and what he thinks is a hammer is not attractive to "Smile" in the slightest.

"Sorry, Mr. Hipollon, though the apple pie you gave me was indeed as delicious as you say, it ...... The concubine doesn't want to be friends with you, of course, we are not enemies at the moment, maybe the relationship of "acquaintances" is enough for you and me."

Standing up quietly, "Smiling" politely made a more perfunctory aristocratic etiquette.

At the same time, she also put the apple pie that had been sliced several times but did not move back into the corner of the table.

With the maiden god's white fingers tilted slightly, the jam spilling from the porcelain bowl dripped silently on the pale brown hardwood table, and the emerald green and crystal two dots of sauce were like young shoots dotted on the trunk of the tree, but now they were all reflecting a faint color under the light of the hanging chandelier.

For a moment, the empty hall fell into a silent silence again.

“............ Can you tell me about the source of your confidence, "Miss Smile"".

The magic in his eyes slowly surged, and Aztlan, who was gradually losing his smile, even began to suppress his voice.

When the last chip was thrown, there were many situations in the expectation of the white-robed mage, he thought that "Smile" would angrily question his "help", that the girl god would hesitate and ponder, and that the "New Red Sand God", who was interested in the first place, would not hesitate to choose to accept it all............

However, Aztlan never imagined that "Smile" would refuse herself without hesitation, and even the whole process of her refusal was plain and natural, which made Aztlan extremely uncomfortable and surprised as if she had been punched cotton shaped like steel.

Therefore, the question of the white-robed mage naturally blurted out.

He really couldn't understand why the desperate "smile" would so confidently refuse his sincere "invitation"? Why did the three adventurers, including you, the girl god, still have the heart to stir up trouble after knowing that they were locked in a magic puzzle?

"What the hell are you all planning? What makes you so confident? Isn't it enough to face the magical runes in the sky that we can't understand in our lifetime? Are you still trying to get out of here?"

"Bang"!

With a heavy slap on the table, Aztlan stood up with a "smile" in front of him.

As a very self-centered person, the white-robed mage was already beginning to feel a kind of anger like being teased at this time.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he might have missed too much information that he didn't know, such as the information about the mage who was obviously the core of the "Intruder Squad", Punk, Aztlan was almost in a state of ignorance, but the degree of this information was even more critical than he imagined!

However, regardless of the outcome of missing this information, it was clearly not the time to make amends, so after taking a deep breath, Aztran, who was frowning, still tried to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and then said to the girl god who had already walked to the door in a tone that was as gentle as possible:

"Gods...... Or Your Excellency, the "God of the Red Sand", you are not a child anymore, and willfulness and impulsiveness will never be the main factors that dominate your behavior, so I can understand your performance at this time as ...... Do you have the confidence to leave this magical locks before the punishment of the priesthood comes"?