On the morning of the third day, when Murad Beyi awoke, he saw two almost identical, youthful and frightened faces.

It's a little better than yesterday, at least not a night of sobbing and restlessness.

That's life!

Although the battle did not perform well at the time, when it came to fighting for the spoils, Murad Beyi performed much better.

The most beautiful girl in the manor belongs to him, the most beautiful sister.

Of course, both girls were terrified and unserviced, but the magnanimous Murad Beyi did not care that they were still thinking about the fact that he had killed their father.

"Don't cry anymore, if you still don't serve well tonight, I'll sell you to the orcs!"

Of course, for the time being, if by the evening they did not know how to thank them for their great kindness, then Murad Bey also knew that they had sold them to the orc leader of Nubia.

Muradbeyi: This is not an empty threat.

Two young girls, who had just lost their families, got up in fear and trembled to serve the murderous old Mamluk and dress.

However, their frightened and helpless appearance was so helpless that Murad Beyi suddenly became interested.

What made him even more excited was that he found that a phenomenon that had not appeared for more than ten years had reappeared, and one of his organs had spontaneously stood up!

How many years? How many years?

"Lord Bey, Muhammad Ali has come to invite you to a meeting again."

"What's the rush for a meeting?! Let the brethren rest for another day, and talk about it tomorrow. ”

Despite the repeated reports of his own subordinates at the door, he just did not see Muhammad Ali.

The answer is exactly the same as yesterday, only more confident.

Then he was so excited that he leaned back on his sister's body and relived the feeling of youth.

He tossed until three o'clock in the morning, and he barely got out of bed.

Yesterday he tossed all day. I didn't expect it to be so fierce today.

As soon as he went out, he saw the humble smiling face of Villefort, and he greeted him quite politely: "Isn't this Villefort?!" The piece of oil you gave me yesterday is pretty good, is there? Give it all to me. ”

Villefort was supposed to get some benefits first, when we broke up last night. The other party did not say anything.

Villefort needs to make some raw materials for traps, and some delicate materials are needed to make powerful traps, which need to be specially collected.

And he and Cormona both need to replenish some poisons, neither of them has much extraction power, so they need something that is naturally toxic, which also needs the help of people who are familiar with the nearby geography, which they can't do on their own.

Wu Xin also asked him to get some Xingyue horses, and the defeated soldiers of Mamluk brought a lot of these good horses from the Xingyue Peninsula. Be able to give them some.

I never expected this old Mamluk to be so ugly, and he actually swallowed everything in one bite when he opened his mouth like this, and he didn't say anything to compensate him.

Villefort is also a member of the mixed community on the main plane, but everything in the Knights Hospitaller is always a matter of rules.

On the island of Malta, there are really no such unsophisticated people.

"This and this, this ............." Villefort immediately looked embarrassed, this plane fragment has many more defects than the main plane, and it is impossible to refine nutrients that can strengthen physical skills.

Muradbey's face immediately darkened: "You Copts. If you have a treasure, you won't repay it to Lord Bey. Does this sound like a word? ”

He felt very sad when he thought that he had missed so many good nights for so many years, and that so many of his slave girls were so grieving.

He said indignantly: "Such a good thing, only give it to me at this time!" Your loyalty to me is extremely suspicious! ”

His performance has been almost shameless, and Muradbeyi himself knows it. But so what, now the balance of power is in his favor.

According to the latest report, there are more than 400 Egyptian soldiers, close to 500, and the Turks are still less than 200.

He doesn't even carry the banner of the Ottoman Empire anymore. Just say "loyalty to him".

"Hand over the Arcana Oil to me, hand it over!" Seeing that Villefort was still so unlucky, Murad Bey came straight to the hard.

Villefort never expected that his piece of black oil would bring such a good effect, he cut off the most disgusting part of his elite-grade nutrients and gave it to Murad Bey first.

Murad Bey was actually quite afraid to eat it last night, but it was Villefort who ate with him, and assured him that it was definitely good, that he endured a little of it with great pain.

However, as disgusting as it may seem, the fragments of the Elite Nutrition Grade produced by Sazastan in this D-class plane are too much to control.

Of course, compared to the nourishment of the body, what Murad Beyi really values is a certain effect.

In fact, this is not a good reaction, it is actually a spillover reaction of using too advanced nutrients directly after never using nutrients.

Not to mention that he's that old.

However, Villefort did not dare to speak out about it, and he took out the nourishment that he had hidden close to him before Murad Bey's cronies could knock him down.

"Wouldn't it have been like this earlier, can I still make you suffer?" Unwrapping the thick package of nutrients, Murad Beyi sniffed intoxicated, the smell was so intoxicating, a fragrant fragrance. "Is this made by His Highness Bourbon, he's a mage and warlock, right?"

Wu Xin is now generally accepted as a prince in exile, and Delia offers the story of "the previous king, who had long realized that the flood was coming, sent his youngest son, who was most beloved by his concubine, to Egypt in order to prosper".

Although many of the details are absurd, Wu Xin's strength and equipment make the Egyptians think of no other suitable reason, and it is in his interests that Wu Xin is not an Egyptian, such a powerful spellcaster, isn't it a strong contender for Cairo Bey?

He was the best Frenchman, and Murad Bey didn't care about the details at all.

While glad in his heart that he had listened to Wu Xin's words, and kept most of the nutrients safely, and only brought a little bit with him, he immediately denied it: "Although His Highness is a genius, he is not capable of making such a treasure, this is the masterpiece of the French court mage." And my lord still wants you to call him His Highness Sibo, those fanatical republicans who have no kings and fathers are very keen on assassinating such a despicable method. ”

Wu Xin learned a lot of skills in making nutrients from Sazastan, but he was still far from becoming a teacher, of course, if he had enough materials and necessary equipment in the main plane, he would probably be able to make city nutrients at a very high cost.

But in this plane, he can't do it. When Murad Bey was enjoying the women yesterday, he was busy gathering all the best wheat from the Nile.

Then he and Delia tossed back and forth, and finally could only admit that they really couldn't make nutrients.

In the main plane, the strong fragrance overflows, and it will attract wild boars dozens of miles away, and it is a wheat that is born as a backbone nutrient, and it is an elite nutrient when concentrated, but there is no one here.

Moreover, Wu Xin found that the extraction methods that worked effectively in the main plane were ineffective, and he lacked experience to determine whether he had learned well enough. Or is there something wrong with the laws of this plane?

If Sazastan was here, he might be able to rely on his infinite magic to try, but Wu Xin, who could only cook on a single move, couldn't toss any good goods, and finally regretted it to death, if he washed and slept earlier, he wouldn't be so bored.

"It turned out to be the masterpiece of the French court mage! No wonder it worked so well. Although he was a little disappointed, Murad Beyi quickly accepted the explanation, and he felt in his heart that such a treasure should come from such a powerful person. Moreover, many generations of Dharma kings have a reputation for being greedy and debauched, but they are all healthy and long-lived. "That's this thing. Is there anything else on His Highness?! ”

He was feeling good now, not at all like fooling around for a day or two nights, and he had realized that this thing really didn't just make him cool for a while, but improved his physique for a long time.

Wu Xin didn't have that thing on his body, and the caster didn't need nutrients. Life span can be strengthened simply by understanding the magic web, and without proper exercise as a precursor, nutrients cannot work on their own.

Although Murad Bey indulges in lust, the foundation is still there, otherwise it is not only difficult to control his **. Instead, he was about to get seriously ill.

Of course, Villefort couldn't call the shots for Wu Xin, he waved his hand again and again: "What I gave to Lord Murad Bey for you is all something I got with great difficulty." ”

"Is that what else he has in him? Your Highness doesn't need that thing, at least for the time being. Murad Bey asked eagerly, "What does Your Highness want, although he wants me to support him in reviving the Kingdom of France, which is good to say, when I recover Egypt, I will give him 5,000 elite soldiers to retake Paris!" ”

Murad Beyi promised great benefits, but gave nothing.

He did have difficulties, and he really couldn't think of anything that could be exchanged for something good that would give him strength all over his body.

"I'm afraid Your Highness won't be tempted by this kind of benefit." Welfort no longer grovelled, but, as if he had endured to the limit, "And I have come this time to tell you that Mohammed Ali has spoken to His Highness several times since the night before!" ”

"What?!" At this moment, Murad Beyi finally sobered up a little, he had just gotten up from the bed with his body, and his mind was still on the bed. "What did he talk about with His Highness?! Is it encouraging His Highness to stay here and resist on the spot? ”

Villefort said indignantly: "I don't know, they are all talking in secret in the room, and it is very likely that an agreement will be reached." ”

His emotions were not entirely pretended, he participated in Wu Xin's scheme, but he didn't get the whole picture.

Although he knew intellectually that from accepting a large amount of nutrients from Wu Xin, and he could only give a trap worth one-tenth of the value as a gift in return, then he was more or less Wu Xin's subordinate.

But deep down, he still resisted surrendering to the former English group.

It's nature.

People are more willing to accept the leadership of strangers of noble birth than to resist the people they know from climbing on their heads.

But Villefort was a sane man, able to separate emotions from interests.

And being able to turn bad emotions to his advantage, Murad Bey eagerly grabbed Villefort: "You must persuade Your Highness, staying here is a dead end, the French are too strong, retreat to Nubia to survive." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at his subordinate, who had taken out a large bag of silverware that had been copied from the manor.

"These things are trivial, I thank you for the good things you gave me, and if you help me again, you must let His Highness know that Muhammad Ali is a careerist, he has no Lord of the Stars and Moon in his heart, no caliph, only himself." Murad Beyi was a warlord with no big ambitions, and in his eyes Muhammad Ali was about the same. "In order to get power, he can do anything!"

There were a lot of things, but Villefort was not satisfied, and he couldn't take them with him.

However, it was not difficult for him to buy materials to make traps, as well as some poisons that could be used to apply to weapons.

So he continued to say as he had discussed with Wu Xin: "I really can't influence His Royal Highness, he obeys that woman's words............."

…………

On the third night, Wu Xin's room was still steaming, and Delia felt stuffy when she pushed the door open.

Wu Xin's hands were wrapped in tongues of fire, and he was working hard.

He was directing his tongue of fire, burning around a pot.

"Oh, didn't you say you regretted it and didn't toss anymore?" Deliya actually knew the answer, Wu Xin said this, but he was just talking, and she closed the door casually.

"It's really not enough to use wheat alone, so I added some Nile crocodiles." Looking at Delia, who was in a good mood, Wu Xin knew that things should be done. "What benefits did it give you?"

"You see, the true immortal talisman can automatically transform my magic into healing power when I am mortally wounded, and it can also increase my ability to read words and colors." As a priest of Ciric, Delia has always been asked to be moody, but she really can't hide her emotions, she has already brought the spoils to her neck, she took out the necklace from her armor and showed it in front of Wu Xin. "And this thing is a quest reward, and it can be brought back to the main plane!"

Wu Xin is not surprised, such a two-faced political method can naturally get a real reward.

This is a cross, an ancient style, which, like the others, has a small martyr on it, who is the first apostle of Ciric.

The son of Shirek and Shirek himself, the Son of the Trinity.

Wu Xin gently rubbed this strange object, feeling the body temperature of the female pastor above.

It was warm at first, but after a second it became cold, not just the cross, but the whole room became cold, and even the steaming heat of the boiling nutrients froze.

"Although it can only be done once a day, this is already the best of the elite-level curiosities, and it can be regarded as a real .........treasure," the priestess's voice grew deeper, and her face became arrogant and sneering.

Her blue eyes reveal extreme loneliness and conceit.

Her voice also changed, becoming similar to the voice of Meredi last time: "You actually dare to collect faith directly, fortunately this fragment is not the territory of Kashus, and the ruler of fire is just a small bird, not even a main plane to rule." If you're on Kashus's turf, you've already been pinched by him. Or do you still can't stand the freedom of life and still like to be one of His dogs? ”

His language was witty, but his attitude was cold, and Wu Xin was shivering from the cold.

"This time I'll take half of the power of this talisman as the price of the oracle, don't be too grateful to me, I'm for my priest, women like the faces of you warlocks, and you're too observant, but you won't be happy, stupid will be happy, isn't she just too smart"

Suddenly, He was amused by His own words.

"Actually, if you weren't stupid enough, I wouldn't have helped you."

"But don't be too stupid, next time remember to identify the opponent first, at least cut off the contact, so that you can collect faith and don't let her down."

"Let's reflect on it." (To be continued......)