Marlowe didn't expect the person he wanted to meet would be the Black Blade who had assassinated him.

"Why is he here? Could it be that the inner ghost of the tribe is the venerable Kashmo Shaman......" Marlowe's mind flashed through his mind as he drew his elven sword and took two steps back in a defensive gesture.

As if seeing an extremely comical farce, the Black Blade let out a hoarse laugh from under his face scarf: "Hahaha, little bastard, we meet again." Why, you still want to fight me again? There's no one here to help you, so I'd advise you to tie your hands and take it all in, then I might give you a good time, hahaha......"

"Blackblade, I advise you to stop!" said Shaman Kashmo, slamming his staff to the ground as a warning.

"Hmph, you old fellow, do you still want to do something with me, I'm not who I used to be!" said Blackblade, but didn't draw his weapon. "Tell me, what are you trying to say about me?"

The old shaman planted his torch on the ground and slowly retreated into the darkness, his words coming from not far away: "The one who wants to see you is not me, but the future chief of our Warcry tribe. You'd better not play any tricks, I'll be watching you from a short distance. ”

Marlowe was confused by the words of the two, as if things were not what he imagined. What the hell is going on?

Blackblade looked at Marlowe disdainfully and said, "Idiot, I advise you to put away your little dagger, it's not good for this black light to cut yourself, even worse if that old thing thinks I did it." ”

"Don't you want my head?"

"Hmph, the Black Market canceled the commission to buy your father and son's heads three days ago, do you think I need to make a big deal for you now?"

On the other hand, the client's cancellation of the mission can only mean one thing, that is, the client has found a better way to deal with this matter, and from the news he has received in the past two days, Blackblade can roughly guess what the depraved idiots are trying to do, but it has nothing to do with him, does it.

Marlowe didn't feel like the Black Blade was lying, so he slowly inserted the sword into the scabbard, but his right hand still held the hilt tightly so that he could draw it out at any moment for combat.

"Say, little bastard, what are you trying to do with me? But for the sake of this being our second meeting, I can kindly remind you that if you don't have money, get out, our steppe bandit mercenary group will only be on par with money. ”

Marlowe doesn't care what the black blade calls himself, because the scum who only recognizes money doesn't know how to respect others, not to mention that he didn't come to fight for his life tonight. Touching his pocket, Marlowe said, "I have a task to entrust to you, I wonder if you can take it?"

Black Blade immediately understood what Marlowe meant, only to see him squint his eyes, and said in an arrogant tone: "On this grassland, except for our grassland bandit mercenary group, no one dares to take on your mission, but you must know that this is not something that can be solved with a few hundred gold coins." ”

"One hundred thousand gold coins, I want you to guarantee that my father will come back alive. ”

Made, I haven't even taken over such a big business, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to meet today, as long as I have this money, I will be able to change from the position of deputy head to a regular position. Black Blade was a little excited, but this task was not as simple as robbing and killing, and Marlowe, a little bastard, could really come up with so much money?

"Hehe, 100,000 gold coins...... It's so courageous, but you don't have that much money in your tribe, right?"

"I think this should be enough for 100,000 gold coins. ”

Marlowe said as he took out a small cloth bag from his arms, opened the cloth bag, and a gem with the light of the moon appeared in front of the black blade, and the black blade couldn't help but take two steps forward, his eyes fixed on the gem in Paul's hand.

This is the Moon Stone on the Elven Sword, and Gina gave the sword to Marlowe with special treatment, so this precious gem is not noticeable. Now, for his father's sake, Marlowe has taken the Moon Stone from the sword, and without the magic array on the sword, the gem once again shines with dazzling brilliance.

The Moon Stone, the Elves regard it as the most favorite and blessed gem of the Goddess of the Moon, its good magic affinity, excellent magic conduction effect and the powerful magic power contained in it make countless spell professionals covet, but the Elves firmly control the Moon Stone in their hands, and only some people who have obtained the deep friendship of the Elves may receive a finger-sized Moon Stone, and the Moon Stone in Marlowe's hand is the size of an egg, if it is auctioned on the black market, it can be sold for hundreds of thousands of sky-high prices.

The black blade caressed the gem over and over again with his eyes, and the greedy look on his face couldn't stop even the face towel.

"What's going on, are you steppe bandit mercenaries going to take over my mission?" Marlowe tightened his pocket and kicked into his arms. Although he knew that this moon stone was too precious to be measured by money, Marlowe had no choice, and he only had this gem in his body as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the black blade.

"Yes, of course!" Black Blade said in a hoarse voice as he licked his chapped lips, but the flickering look betrayed him. I should really bring two people with me this time, Made, why don't you just grab it?

Just when the black blade hesitated, Marlowe reminded: "You'd better not have any bad ideas, since I dare to take it out, I'm already ready, if you really plan to rob or steal it, then I will definitely destroy this Moon Stone in the first place!"

Yes, the Moon Stone, as precious and powerful as it is, is also one of the most fragile gemstones, so holy that it will immediately lose the favor of the Moon Goddess and become an ordinary stone if it is contaminated with filth.

Blackblade looked at Marlowe with a gloomy face, and finally retreated into the darkness.

"I can take on your mission on behalf of our mercenary group, but we must both swear to Ancestor Marta that we will not break our promises. "Blackblade wanted the moon stone so much that for the first time, he asked both of them to swear to the gods. "And you have to pay a deposit upfront. ”

Marlowe doesn't believe in Blackblade, he's a steppe cancer, and maybe there's another way for someone to get what they crave.

"Marlowe, if you believe me, swear with him, he will not dare to deceive you on this point, let alone fool the ancestors, for I can feel that he still believes in the ancestors Marta. Shaman Kashmo's voice came from the darkness.

In this world where there are real gods, no one dares to swear casually, and even if they have no faith, as long as they swear to a god, there is an invisible contract, and the price to pay for fooling the gods will be extremely great......