Psychic warlocks, naturally, are overwhelmingly temperamental. Muhathir didn't expect to break into a psychic man's house and exchange ideas with them. If you really break into the door, ninety percent will be killed directly, and one percent will be made into real supplies. It's better to take the opportunity to go to the bazaar and ask.

The two went down to Atbase, and on the way Muhadi asked Muscle Daddy for a talisman to dispel the undead. The Muers gave him an ancient bronze bracelet carved with an ancient script that no one knew. Muhadi flicked his hand, and the armband made a long resonance.

"What's the use of this?"

"How do I know?" Muscle Daddy pouted, "I killed the merchant and said it was against the undead, but I didn't explain how it was used. ”

It's a shame that I can't identify magical items myself, Muhathir thought. However, judging by the magic fluctuations that can be felt, this thing is not cheap.

"How many of these pieces of equipment did you snatch?"

"Probably two big boxes, at least a dozen dozen. The muscular daddy stretched out his hands and gestured, feeling that it was not enough, and separated his hands by more than a foot. "It looks like it's going to Bird's Blazing caravan. ”

I've heard that there are indeed undead monsters everywhere, but it's quite strange that this Moorish didn't keep the equipment for themselves. "Why don't you keep these for your own use?"

The Moors looked at Muhadi with contempt as if they were holding out a hand, their muscps proudly raised. "Do you see a skinny kid like you among my men? I can't bring this garbage myself, and no one else wants to bring it better than me, the regimental leader. ”

Reasonable and convincing, Muhathir nodded.

"But I'd like to take it on the one underneath, but it's a pity that the guy underneath Daddy is thicker than an arm. Seeing that the Psychic Warlock was convinced, the Moors began to brag again.

Underground, Atki is dimly lit, illuminated only by a dark blue light source mounted on the walls and ceiling. After the two went down to the main street underground, they chose to go their separate ways so as not to be seen acting together.

Even underground, there are plants that are growing tenaciously. In addition to the common molds and mosses, there is also a climbing plant that looks like a kudzu. Its lush, smooth black leaves hide sharp blade-shaped stems, and it is impossible for a guy to touch it with bare hands without getting scratched, hence the name razor vine. What's more, these razor vines are of such good quality that they can also scratch through clothes and cheap leather.

Underground, there is no clear direction for the streets. One moment it goes down, the next it goes up again. Some places are inexplicably sealed, and there are places that require magic or abilities such as guò stone walking and rock wall walking to get guò. Muhadi walked to a wide square underground, knowing that he had arrived at his destination.

In the center of the square was an obsidian pillar, around which a group of strange young men with strange combs and hoods were running around. Every third lap, they suddenly stopped, standing like freeze-frame negatives for a few breaths. Then they all turned to face the stone pillar, raised their heads and howled like mad dogs.

It seems that Atki's business is very poor, and Muhathir sees only a few shops and few stalls. Eighty percent is not as good as the bazaar in the Scorpio tribe, of course, what is sold here is much more valuable.

He stretched out his psychic sense, and in a moment he found a young man who had nothing to do. This man looked like an Atbasic thug, maybe he had been caught by the psychic sorcerer and had done something, and he looked like he was over-drugged.

But he wasn't stupid, Muhadi felt it with his psionic senses. So he beckoned to the other party, "Come and lead the way, I'll give you gold coins!"

The allure of the word gold was greater than Muhadi himself had imagined, and the half-dead man immediately came to his senses and walked up in three steps and two steps. "What do you command, my lord?"

Muhadi threw a gold coin at the other party, "When the deed is done, you will get nineteen other gold coins, one is not too much, and one is not too much." All I want you to do is lead the way. ”

The man put the gold in his mouth and bit it to determine its color. Now that it was the finest Tyr coin, the man smiled and showed a mouthful of rotten teeth. "No problem, my lord. ”

"Do you know where magic sells belongings? I want the best!" Muhati pretended, and the telemancer's suggestive skills were used to the extreme.

"Of course, sir. All of them, my lord!"

"That's good. Muhati nodded, "I don't want my city to be denied the armaments she desperately needs...... as if realizing that he had said too much, and the Psychic didn't continue.

"I see what you mean, my lord. The young man said earnestly. "I'll lead the way. ”

Soon they were in a shop that sold magical equipment, and when they entered, the owner was playing a game of testing his courage by himself.

He placed a highly venomous copper-headed sand snake in a wide-mouth crystal cup and held the rim of the cup with his hand. This game Muhati has seen on Earth, and the indigenous people of Mexico like to play it. The snake in the cup will try to escape from the small space in a state of excitement, and it will bite the hand on the cup in anger.

Due to the angle, the poisonous snake in the cup will not actually bite the hand covering it at all, but if a person removes his hand out of fear, it will give the poisonous snake a chance. The brave will not be harmed, but the cowardly will die a tragic death. This game is often used to train children because it has this educational function.

Muhathir himself played the game and it was an amazing feeling. The cold skin of the snake's head hit his palm again and again, trying to kill himself again and again. Snakes can have large mouths, and they can even feel the mouth of venomous snakes scratching their skin. But the snake's teeth are barbed, and they can't bite themselves at all, as long as they are not afraid.

I didn't expect Atas to have people playing this kind of game, but Muhadi thought it was a bit interesting. He stepped forward and saw the shopkeeper paying some nervous attention to the viper in the cup. He was afraid, and Muhadi noticed with his psionic powers, and he was afraid that he would not last long.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the shopkeeper to reflexively retract his words. The poisonous snake in the cup seized the opportunity and pounced quickly, about to bite the merchant's hand.

Muhadi pointed at the air, and the snake shrank into a ball and coiled in a cup as if suddenly it had been grasped by great fear. The merchant escaped death, caressing his chest with palpitations.

"It's too dangerous. The merchant said, looking at Muhadi and saluting respectfully, "Thank you for your help." ”

The Psychic Warlock is full of style, full of aristocratic origin. "Looks like you're dabbling in psionic abilities too, but you'll need more connections, and this kind of training is too dangerous. "Like a great nobleman, the Psychic Warlock speaks politely, without hurry, with a thoughtful expression. But that sense of arrogance and alienation in the bones is lingering.

Sure enough, as Muhadi said, the merchant himself had learned psionic powers, and the purpose of his business in Atki was to learn psionic powers. However, because his talent is really not very good, even if he enters the school of thought, he has not learned too many useful abilities, and he can't even control his instincts well. However, as a businessman, the basic ability to see the superficial thoughts of others is still there, of course, not for other psionics.

When Muhadi himself was low, he once tried to read each other's minds with Aisha, but both of them fell unconscious. Most mediocre psionics would not dare to risk trying to read the minds of another psyker, and with Muhadi's abilities, he thought he could block his own mind, even in the face of the prying eyes of senior psionics.

Faced with this situation, the natural reaction of businessmen is to read the minds of others. That's why Muhadi wants to lead the way with a person, who he knows is not readable to the businessmen of his mind. They went back to read the minds of their followers. They want to find out what they want. Psychic warlocks know what they say, merchants won't believe much, but they will believe what they read. This is how to mislead psionics.

Muhadi politely offered to check the merchant's inventory, and skillfully hinted that the other party needed a lot of magical equipment against the undead. The merchant had read from the head of the leader that Muhadi had come to Tyre, and it was natural for him to assume that the Psychic Warlock was the noble councillor of Tyre. The arms trade has always been a large business with large quantities and high profits, and the businessmen were very interested and recommended it several times. But Muhadi just pretended to be uninterested, shook his head and left.

Next, the Psychic Warlock visited several places that sold magical items. He stole a little bit of his "identity" like his guide, and then was satisfied to see that the merchants became much more attentive after reading this information. After about seven or eight places, Muhathir felt that he had had had enough, so he showed a disappointed look and gave the leader a gold coin to let him leave.

Through the conversations with many merchants, he also learned some information that he wanted to know. Most of the psionic items here in Atki were made by those few famous psychic warlocks. Since they can make powerful psionic items and sell them, it means two things. First, these people are powerful and have something that Muhadi can learn. Second, since these people sell equipment for money, they are naturally not the kind of eccentric psionics, they have something to ask for and can use mundane things.

Knowing the goal of being able to exchange psionic thoughts, Muhathir felt a lot more relaxed. I was about to return to the camp of the mercenary group and change into a robe and turban and come back, but I was stopped again.

This man was the first merchant he had met, and he stopped Muhadi halfway and mysteriously approached him.

The Psychic Warlock had already done what Muscle Daddy had told him, but he didn't want to show his feet at the last minute, so he made an interested appearance and asked the merchant to hear it.

"My lord, I know where to get the goods you want. ”

Seeing what he said mysteriously, Muhadi asked. "You said earlier that you don't have enough anti-undead items. ”

The merchant scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "It really wasn't just now, but not yet." ”

Like a true aristocrat, Muhadi raised a frown slightly, elegantly urging the other party. "I'm afraid I'm limited in time......"

The merchant hurriedly explained, "That's right, my lord. Although I don't have any goods on hand, I know where to find a large number of goods. ”

It seems that his plan has taken effect, and Muhati thinks that now the muscle daddy is going to sell a comfortable one.

Sure enough, the merchant lowered his voice and explained. "I've heard from reliable sources that there's a sizable mercenary group that's staying in Atki. Their leader has a large number of items against the undead. ”

The Psychic nodded. "Thank you for giving me this information, but it's not convenient for me to deal directly with people like mercenaries. You know their credibility, if the news of my purchase of this batch of supplies is known to the enemies of Tyr......"

"Of course, of course. The merchant hurriedly said, "I understand your concerns, but in fact I am going to sue you." You don't have to deal with lowly mercenaries at all, they'll soon be slaves!"

Muhati was taken aback, what was going on? Fortunately, the merchant misunderstood his expression, "I understand your suspicions, Tyre has abolished slavery. But don't worry, you won't get your hands dirty with a single qiē raw here. ”

"Explain, what the hell is going on?"

According to the merchant, it turns out that Muscle Daddy's mercenary group has been in Atki for too long, and it has been targeted. The gang planned to attack the mercenary group's camp on the surface at night and enslave all the mercenaries they caught. It just so happens that the equipment they have can be sold to Muhadi.

"Is there a shortage of slaves in the desert?" Muhadi asked, skeptical. "I've been to the slave markets in Nibenai and Ankara, where there are so many slaves. You'll wonder if there are other people in those cities who don't. In addition, near Tyre, there are deserters who have left the army and tribesmen who were once vassal tribes of the Witch King, and there are as many slaves as there are. Would anyone go so far as Atki to buy slaves?"

"Then I don't know. The merchant shrugged helplessly. "Maybe someone wants to buy slaves, but they don't want to buy them openly, right? Buying slaves in those big city-states makes it easy for someone to find out both sides of the deal, which is very inconvenient for some people. Atki doesn't have the Witch King's minions here, and the psychic sorcerers have all kinds of constant psionic powers, which can shield the outside world from prophetic magic and detect the effects of magic, and are best suited for secret and shady transactions. ”

Muhati disagreed, even if someone really wanted to buy a few slaves secretly, they would definitely not buy mercenaries. These people are very rebellious, they are very difficult to tame, and they are not worth a lot of money, as for spending so much effort to come to Atki? Besides, there are so many people in the mercenary group, would anyone want to secretly buy so many slaves? The transaction link may indeed be undetectable by the outside world, but if you want to use so many slaves, sooner or later you will be exposed.

"I can't rely on rumors for my business. Muhati sued the other party, planning to go back and report to the muscle daddy.

The merchant frowned, then whispered in Muhadi's ear. "I've heard that the Great Psychic Warlock Abdul Aziz is the one leading the team, and it's because of the news from him that I'm so sure. ”

The name of the great psychic sorcerer, Muhadi, had heard of it, and it was none other than the one who made zuò and sold psionic items here in Atki. If it was really a great psychic warlock leading the team, would he be able to resist it, or would he help the mercenaries to resist it?

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