"Good. I need that shipment, the sooner the better. Muhadi nodded and told the merchant. "I'll get back in touch with you when I hear the news of what happened to those mercenaries. ”

The merchant departed in amusement, and Muhadi flashed down the other road, and when he was sure that no one was snooping, he quickly tore off his turban and put it back on, and put away his robe, revealing the cardigan underneath, so that no one would recognize him again.

Muhadi focused on his ability to maintain an ability that concealed his thoughts and sensed psionic detection. That way, even if he tracks him with psionic powers, he will appear immediately.

After much deliberation, the Psychic Warlock decided to help Muscle Daddy's mercenary group. The Muors are prodigiously combative, one of the most formidable warriors Muhadi has ever met, and they are well-versed and adventurous, so it's not bad to let such a man owe himself once. As for the Great Psychic Warlock, although Muhati can't deal with it yet, Atki is not an outlaw place without order, there are guards here. Otherwise, so many strange psychic warlocks would have fought on their own without restraint.

The guards here in Atki are all psychic warriors, powerful warriors who master both martial arts and simple psionic abilities. Although they are not as weird as real psychic warlocks, they can still have a big advantage in the face of ordinary warriors. The only bad thing is that the guards here are very weird, and most people don't want to deal with them.

It turned out that Atki was sparsely populated, and the psychic warlocks were too lazy to train soldiers in normal ways. A senior who is both a psychic warrior and a psychic warlock came forward and created a guard here with a mind demon seed. Cultivating recruits with mental demon seeds, needless to say, the long training and actual combat accumulation can be completed in seven days. But the soldiers created in this way are essentially the same character, and when they live in a group, they always get into trouble.

At the beginning, the soldiers created not only had the same thoughts, but also had the same strength. This is a big problem, who is the officer, who is the small soldier? So later came the guards of different strengths, from weak to strong, and were divided into the lip guard, the anal guard, the genital guard, the latent guard, and the most powerful reproductive guard.

These names sound odd to outsiders who aren't psychics. But the Psychic Warlocks knew that these names were derived from the teachings of the ancient Great Psychic Warlocks. At that time, the psychic magicians believed that the exhibition of personality was the exhibition of instinct, and the exhibition of instinct was manifested in the transfer of the zone of desire. The lip stage, the anal stage, the genital stage, the latent stage, and the reproductive stage are the names of the five stages of personality development. Although the doctrine has been increasingly challenged, the cultural tradition of the Psychic Warlock has led them to adopt this naming system.

The weakest lip guard, the strength is probably about the same as that of ordinary excellent soldiers. The most powerful reproductive guards no one has ever seen, but the strength of the latent guards is said to rival the best gladiators of the city-states. Ten or eight such guards would give even the Great Psychic Warlock a headache. Because the Psychic Samurai have a way of defending against psionic attacks.

The Psychic Warlock decided that it would be better to go to the mercenary's camp first to ventilate the news, and returned to the surface. It was still the same mess as when he left, with irrelevant people coming and going at will, and no one questioning them.

Muscle Daddy didn't seem to have returned, and the Psychic Warlock returned to his tent, and to his surprise, the girl Raina hadn't left, mending the hole in the tent.

"What a terrible needleman. Muhathir commented. The girl was first surprised when she saw someone coming, and then she heard the voice and knew that it was Muhadi who had returned, and she hurriedly hid the needle and thread.

"I'm just practicing...... Where have you been?"

"Talk about business. ”

"You used to hate business, you said it was the work of counting pottery coins, and it shouldn't be done by a noble mage—)"

"Well, I'm not an algorithm now. "And now I am more aware of the importance of money than I have in the past." From what I've observed, you've learned that too. ”

The daughter of the witch king actually made money by belly dancing, and few people would believe it. But that's just the way it is, and Muhati can imagine how much the other side has suffered along the way.

"I've learned to support myself now, and it's much better than my previous life in the palace!"

The Psychic Warlock was noncommittal, "Muscle Daddy is not here, who is in charge of the mercenary group?"

This straightforward style seems to be what the owner of the original body is used to, at least Raina doesn't feel anything wrong. "Managed by businessman Dawood, who is one of the patrons of the mercenary group. Fat, smelly, timid as a mouse, and lustful. ”

The name was familiar, Muhati asked. "This Dawood can't be an elf, right?"

"You know him, too?" said Raina, curious, "he is indeed an elf, the fattest one in the world. The kind that anyone can never forget once they see it. ”

"Oh, yes. The girl added, "He's still the singer's dad." ”

Second, Muhadi thought, I'm going to convince an old enemy who has just killed his son. "The singer looked like a human. ”

"He was born to a human slave girl, a half-elf, although his elven lineage is not obvious. ”

"What is their father-son relationship. ”

"It's like glue. She said.

"You know that you killed him in my tent last night?" Muhadi shook his head. "This is my tent, and it is extremely rude for you, as a guest, to kill without my permission. Now I've got to figure out how to get this guy to do what I say, you say, what am I going to do?"

"Gently scare him. "The girl is too scared, and he will die of fear." ”

"Good idea. Muhati admired the other party's attitude, "Then I will come to meet this old acquaintance." ”

Dawood, the merchant, was once present in the Bazaar of the Scorpio tribe, when Muhadi was working with the tribal clerks to raise the price of the slave trade. Muhadi then instigated Fatumah to rob Dawood's caravan, robbed him of all his belongings, stripped him of his clothes, and gouged out a tongue and nineteen pairs of eyes from his men. After all this, it's no wonder this guy has become timid as a mouse.

Dawood was so fat that even the elves' pointed ears were a little round. He has a mouth of thin teeth, and he is not young. Elves are similar to humans in that they develop wisdom teeth when they are older, replacing worn teeth. Because elves live about three times as long as humans, there are many natural wisdom teeth. Judging from his teeth, this fat-headed and big-eared slave trader is already middle-aged, but he is still lustful, and he is accompanied by a female slave at all times.

Muhadi covered his face, so the other party did not recognize it at first. Dawood was fatter than the last time the Psychic Warlock had seen him, so much so that the latter suspected that his ass could be used as a cushion. The merchant was too fat to wear normal clothes and had to wrap himself in a special robe. Even in the relatively cool northern regions, this guy is sweating all the time, and the smell of sweat lingers.

"Ah, I saw Muscle Daddy's new toy. What do you invite the generous Dawood?" said the merchant with an arrogant expression, "I also saw you mingling with our pretty little dancer? Beware, she's my son's! You'd better keep that in mind at all times, or you might wake up one day and you'll find a knife growing out of your back." ”

Muhadi clapped his hands, motioned for Raina to bring the food, and then let her leave. "You must be hungry, let's talk while we eat. ”

The idea seemed to be in the minds of the other party, and Dawood vulgarly grabbed a piece of roast meat and put it in his mouth and chewed it. "Good food, what's it called?"

"Singer barbecue. ”

"Interesting, how did you get that name?" said Dawood, with a gluttonous expression, and the corners of his mouth were oily as he ate. His slave girl used a handkerchief to wipe the juice from the corners of his mouth.

"It's so delicious that it makes you want to sing. ”

The merchant nodded his fat head in agreement, "Okay, let's talk about it quickly." Darwood's time is precious, so you'd better pick and choose. ”

"Someone is playing with the idea of this mercenary group, you must contact the guards in the city immediately. Muhati told him that he didn't want to show himself because he didn't want to be a direct enemy of a great psychic sorcerer. "Otherwise, your investment will soon be swept away by the sandstorm. ”

The merchant's hand holding the meat paused in the air, "What did you say?"

"Someone is going to deal with you," Muhadi told him. "Very powerful person, if you want to survive, go find the guards who contact here immediately. Although they may charge you a large sum of money, your life can definitely be saved. ”

Shocked and disbelieving expressions were written all over that fat face, "Is this real?"

"It's true. ”

"This can't be!" shouted Merchant Dawood. "I am a legitimate businessman, a small businessman, and honest business. And we have so many fighters here, who would dare to touch us?" but even he felt a little lacking in confidence.

"Nobody should dare touch us, right?" asked Dawood, worried, the muscles on his fat face trembling.

"It's hard to say, sometimes just because there are too many people doesn't mean it's foolproof. It's just a group of mercenaries, who cares about life or death, even if the whole army is wiped out here, no one will care. The psychic said, "As far as I know, you should know this very well. ”

The fat merchant was reminded of the painful memories and nodded, but he was still skeptical. "This ...... I think you're probably making a big fuss. Where did you hear about that? I must be sure ......."

Sure enough, the man didn't want to believe himself, and the Psychic Warlock now had his previous prediction confirmed. But it just so happened that he needed it.

"Unfortunately, you don't have a choice in this matter. Muhadi said, uncovering his veil and speaking in Elvish. "Do you remember me?

The fat merchant was so frightened that he threw away the roast meat he was holding in his hand and almost jumped up from the ground. "Elven Tribal Robbers!"

He looked back at the tent in an exaggerated manner, as if he thought he was surrounded by a large group of elven tribesmen. His slave girl stared at Muhadi in horror for unknown reasons.

The Psychic nodded, smiling like a snake. "It seems that you have recognized me, and I will think back to the last time we met, and I will leave you a lesson. If you dare to disobey me, I promise that last time it was just pediatrics. ”

“...... Cut off his tongue, and the remaining nineteen men, gouging out their eyes. "The words of the past echoed in the ears of the fat merchant," ...... Let the man with the eyes take the lead, and the other nineteen people held his shoulders and followed. I'm going to let the whole desert know about the one who was born here today!"

Although Fatuma spared the merchant's life, he stripped him of his clothes and brutally disposed of his guards. Even now, when he remembered the female elf he had met in the desert, he couldn't help but shiver.

The last time Muhati was by Fatoumah's side, it naturally left Dawood with unforgettable memories. I saw that his face was swollen into a cow liver color, "You don't dare to ......"

"Don't I dare?" said the Psychic Warlock, with a deliberately startled expression. "Do you recognize the meat you're eating?"

Dawood looked down and swept a roast that had fallen on the sand, "This is?"

"Your son. ”

The fat merchant's face was no longer a good color to describe at this time, and reluctantly, a stench of feces and urine emanated from the psychic sorcerer's synesis.

"Curse you!" said the fat merchant, stammering, "you have entertained me with meat and salt, and shared the tent with me, and you dare to kill my son?"

"You've been the only one eating, and I've never shared food or water with you. Muhati reminded the other. "You deserve to be my guest, too?"

Darwood stenched from his lower body, and the psychic scare him into peeing. Muhadi summoned crystal shards, suspended them in the air, and slowly floated to the merchant's throat, the threat could not have been more obvious.

"Go and contact Atkey's guards now, and use all your possessions to protect this place!" the Psychic Warlock ordered.

"Now?" said Dawood.

"Now, get out!" shouted Muhadi, and the fat merchant was so frightened that he couldn't walk well, and he fell twice before he walked out, and his slave girl tried to pick him up, but he waved him away, and stumbled away.

Seeing that the elven merchant was far away, Raina entered the tent. "I think I've learned to get used to a lot of desert habits since I left the palace. But this ......," she pointed to the barbecue, "...... It's just beyond my acceptance. Even if he was a nasty person, he shouldn't have done that. ”

"Well, I know you've left the city and spent more time in the desert than I do, maybe I shouldn't complain. ”

Muhati picked up a piece of roast meat, "Lie to him, it's lizard meat." If you look closely, you can recognize it by the texture. ”

Raina suddenly said, "I see...... But why can't you make him see it?"

"It's just a little trick. The psychic warlock modestly said, "It's just a flaw in the way the human brain works." ”

"Magic, illusion?"

"It's not that complicated, it's just that it affects his brain. In fact, he still 'sees' to a qiē, but his brain doesn't receive the information he 'sees'. ”

"The fundus of the human eye has blood vessels and nerves, but people can't see these either. Because the human brain has a perceptual adaptation function, if a person's brain receives a signal that is the same for a long time, it will automatically ignore it. It's like staying in an ugly room for a long time, and you will gradually lose the smell. Taking advantage of this flaw, the Psychic can create some useful little tricks. ”

"Even if you have amnesia, you are still you. You've said a lot of inexplicable things about magic before. The girl commented. "But are you sure that Dawood will do what you say?"

"I'm sure he's not going to do what I say. ”

"Why? So what's the point of what you just did?"

"The point is that he won't do what I say, but he will do what I want him to do," Muhadi explained. ”

"When we were talking, this guy Dawood was thinking about getting revenge on me. And I pushed him to keep thinking like that. To be sure, he will move the rescuers, but he will also inquire about who is fighting the mercenary group. And after he finds the Great Psychic Warlock who is behind the scenes, he can't wait to meet him, hoping to ask the other party to kill me. ”

"Is this what you want him to do? Find someone to kill him?"

"Actually, I only want him to find the Great Psychic Warlock, because just now I secretly gave him a time-lapse hint of depth. And, you know, when a person's attention is completely absorbed, he loses attention to his senses. I took the opportunity to hide my spirit crystal servant on this guy, wait, there will be a good show in a while. ”

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