John skipped the topic and looked around, "Where's the mayor?" ”

Faust cursed in his heart, why did he not see him for a while, this guy has become so difficult? His strategy at this time is very correct, you must know that the mayor is the target character of his trip, and Faust is just a rao.

The city lord has already made a plan, and if he is not really stupid, then he must be prepared for the ensuing crisis. But now that Faust is trying to intervene, there will undoubtedly be more variables. Although on the bright side, the large sums of money brought by Faust can solve the problems faced by the city lord in the best of both worlds, bringing in a Faust and the forces behind him is really not worth the risk.

Between high profit and high risk and low profit and low risk, the city lord chose the latter. It's a smart choice, and no one would risk their wealth – the bigger it is, the more it is.

But Faust doesn't want his opponent to be so wise, it's a bit contradictory and a bit hypocritical to say, Faust doesn't want his opponent to be a fool, nor does he want his opponent to be as shrewd as himself, if I have to use one word to describe it, it's "cheap".

Faust said vaguely, "Mr. Mayor, he is not in a position to meet now, he is a little ...... Well, uncomfortable. "Even if the opponent has become smarter, Faust has to deal with it, and if he wants to reap enough benefits, he has to put in the corresponding effort.

"Ah, that's a bad thing. John made a clumsy and exaggerated expression of regret – his sarcasm and provocation.

Faust is not angry, he is racking his brains to regain the lost voice.

"In any case, please come in first, Your Excellency, it would be too unseemly to stand in the doorway like this. Faust could not think of any way to turn the tide, so he could only shift his position for the time being, and use the brief time to organize his language.

John did not object, he nodded, and walked straight into the mansion, as if a king were patrolling his domain. Faust pursed his lips, he despised this useless gesture, and the real ruler should be hidden behind the scenes, hidden in a place where no one could see, and should not walk around with his head tilted back like a rooster.

Faust was about to catch up with John, but a figure squeezed in at the door, startling Faust. It was a short, gloomy old man, draped in a plain gray robe. The robe didn't seem to fit well, a little too loose, and the corners were dragged to the ground, which was okay to wear at court, but a little bad when it came to the country—now the mopping part was covered with mud and turned a disgusting tawny.

But Faust was not frightened by his embarrassment. You know, Faust can feel the minds of others, just as a hound's scent can smell and a bat can hear ultrasound, and this ability is commendable in reconnaissance.

But he didn't even find this person, which is very scary. This means that this person is either also a psychic mancer or a strong man of other professions - the latter is more terrifying, a strong man who can shield psychic detection, and can kill Faust with any move.

Faust was in a terrible mood, not only did John suddenly become wiser, but he also had a powerful old man by his side, and it seemed that everything was going in a direction that was not in Faust's favor.

The old man seemed to be particularly interested in Faust, and as soon as he entered the door, he walked straight towards Faust, and did not speak, but stared at Faust carefully with a pair of cloudy eyes, and his mouth kept sighing in surprise, as if Faust was some kind of treasure.

Faust's hairs stood on end at his sight - he knew that some nobles had uncomfortable quirks, and he was afraid that the mysterious old man in front of him would have such a hobby, Faust was quite handsome, and he could not help but worry about the fact that he could say that he was quite alien here.

But the old man did not transgress any other etiquette, he just looked at Faust, and then followed John. Faust took a deep breath and comforted himself in his heart, if the other party had malicious intentions, he would not know how to concoct himself for a long time, and now his only way is to know and reason, so that they can understand that trading with themselves can really reap the greatest benefits.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly followed the old man, he couldn't let John wait long, in case he lost his patience and wandered around, and really met the mayor, and the two of them reached an agreement bypassing Faust, it would be terrible.

After walking two steps, Faust saw John—he was not in a hurry, and poured himself a glass of wine, and sat in the living room and tasted it slowly, like a master!

But Faust did not have the heart to ridicule his way of doing things now, he sat down on the throne, nodded at John, and then turned his gaze to the old man, showing just the right amount of questioning, and he said with some hesitation, "This is ......"

John smiled confidently, "This is my father's chief of staff, Mr. Squealer. He turned his head again and lowered his eyebrows to report to Mr. Squeala, "Teacher, this is the Lord Faustus I told you about. ”

Squealer nodded reservedly, but his gaze never took off Faust's body, as if he had found some precious look in his eyes, which really made Faust uncomfortable.

Holding back his discomfort, he stretched out his right hand like Squeer, "Fortunately, Mr. Squealer." Squealer stared at him for a long time before slowly extending her hand.

Squealer's voice was hoarse and muffled like rubbing dry sawdust, and he said, "Your Excellency Faustus, it's remarkable that you are so young to have this level of attainment in mind magic, much better than me." ”

Faust was shocked, how could he not be surprised that his identity as a Psychic Warlock had been revealed for the first time since he came to the New World? However, when he learned that this Mr. Squealer was also a Psychic Warlock, his heart became a lot calmer—not because he believed in naïve statements such as the Psychic Warlock that would not embarrass another Psychic Warlock, on the contrary, when two strange Psychic Warlocks met, the initial favor was often negative.

He felt calm because the other party was showing kindness—in the world of psychic warlocks, revealing one's identity was almost an act of overture, and when it was lost, many abilities that interfered with the mind would be greatly diminished or even completely useless.

Faust was relieved, and since the other side did not intend to interfere with the outcome of the negotiations by force, the matter returned to Faust's realm.

He smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Squealer, you have gone further than me in the journey of the soul, and you have valuable qualities in you that are worth learning from." ”

Of course, this is just a polite remark, and now that it looks like the only thing that makes this old man good is that he is powerful.

John seemed to be unable to bear the loneliness, and he said straight to the point: "Mr. Faustus, you also know that we may have some unforeseen consequences if we disrupt our plans, how are you going to persuade us to adopt your plan?"