No matter where he is, Mogan Grande has always been a surprising and puzzled being.

But to see this usually serious guy pull up his trouser legs, take off his coat, and stand expressionlessly in the knee-high weeds and stared down at something, it was really unexpected in a strange way.

Mogan is very good at maintaining his image as a reliable businessman, which is an extremely rare occurrence.

Looking closer, Neil realized that there was a huge iron pot half a meter high in front of Mogan.

It's even weirder.

The flames must have just been extinguished, and the extremely long weeds seemed to be providing them with cover.

If you hadn't gotten closer, you wouldn't have been able to see anything inside under the cover of the heavy green grass, and you wouldn't have noticed that there was a wide shelf underneath.

The purpose is probably to isolate the splashing sparks, and to avoid forest fires as much as possible within the normal operating range.

And Mogan was seriously thinking about how to maximize the recovery of the potion materials after practicing the potion, and when he realized that Neil arrived, he only turned around.

Then look up and ask.

"The Duke is not going to leave a message in the small town flower house, is he going to track down my rental records from the inspector and then come directly to the door?"

This sentence choked Neil, and he didn't know how to speak for a while, so he had to smack his lips:

"How do you know?"

"You're welcome, just guessing."

Mogan's casual words didn't know whether they were true or not, and at the same time, the question made Neil focus a little, and he didn't feel discouraged by nothing.

"So does he prefer to go to the Forgotten Valley, or just come here to find me? I'm guessing it's the former - if it's the latter, you should be a little more subtle. ”

“…… You guessed it right. ”

Nodding his head, Mo Gan silently recited the incantation, and with a movement of his hand, the liquid at the bottom of the pot floated.

The translucent liquid at the bottom of the pot instantly hangs in the air, and then fills itself into a large potion bottle.

There weren't many materials to be spent on the performances that were going to be supplied to the duke, and Mogan was only a little more cautious, just like before.

But the tool was still the tool, the product of a makeshift casting—Mogan was not skilled at the craft of a firesmith, so he could only pour it dryly, and finally make a large vessel in the shape of a pot.

It's in line with habits, as long as it can be used.

Seeing that the bottom of the pot was finally emptied, Mo Gan touched his chin, and the idea of whether to just stir-fry a dish rose in his heart, but he immediately dispelled the idea.

Although the frequency is different, the half-dragon also needs to eat, which is no different from ordinary people.

But after all, there is a Neil here, and cooking at this time means that it is polite, and it is also necessary to pay for his food, which is another expense.

Mogan was thoughtful and uncomfortable.

Watching the merchant show off his accustomed time management skills, making sure he filled out the last potions and then began to dismantle the pot, Neil had no idea what was going on in his mind.

Just took a deep breath.

"I'm seriously Grande, you really don't fit my impression of a mage. The Asun City Mage Association asked me last time if I knew who you were, and I finally fooled me around. ”

The most reasonable of people, this time Mogan's focus was a little strange, and he waved his hand to put away the potions bottle first.

"Where is it not compliant? I think it's pretty good, what do you think a mage should look like? ”

The corners of Neil's mouth twitched, but he really remembered, "Probably wearing a robe and holding a wand or a scepter, and his personality is more arrogant...... However, the personality of mages should not always be like this. ”

Mages are also ordinary people.

Although Neil was shocked by the female mage's overly stereotyped and cold personality because of Abidia's recent appearance, he still adhered to his principles and did not forget this.

Mogan's movements paused for a moment, and then his expression was extremely strange, "Have you been brainwashed by our Great Magician of Cole?" ”

When you think about it, when it comes to the stereotype of making a grand appearance with a scepter, this is really Everlister's full responsibility when magic release doesn't have to be assisted by external objects, and mages can also think that such a large thing is heavier.

After all, he was the only one who insisted on such a stern dress and ritual when he accepted the apprentice, which was called the sense of ritual brought by the elves.

- The most terrifying thing is that Everist is even proud of it, and every time this awareness is held, many civilians have to watch the ceremony.

Perhaps because of this, Neil, who grew up in Asun, has a deep-rooted impression.

Mogan only felt that if the elves had spirits in the sky, they might have to make up for Everlist, who was making excuses. That is, they are good.

"It's got to this point, and you don't have to do anything superfluous." "You can even go straight back to Asun, and maybe deal with the legacy of the Senk Tavern," Mogan concluded. ”

Neil touched his nose and felt that he might be biased, so he changed the topic in another direction with a little embarrassment, "Actually, there are still some things I want to deal with, especially the Duke's side......"

"Garola...... Regardless of your concerns, I would first advise you to think less about what you don't have, and not to be too emotional. ”

Before Neil could take the initiative to explain, Mogan interrupted him first, and then sighed.

"Although you have a good relationship with the Duke, you must know that his 'trust' has an expiration date. The situation is unclear, and it is best not to make extraneous branches. ”

Hearing his last name, Neil immediately grinned. But he also knew that Mogan knew that he was unhappy with his surname, and he definitely didn't talk in vain to make his "partner" unhappy.

There must be a relative reason.

Sure enough, seeing Neil's unusually awkward and tangled expression, Mogan was not surprised, and completely continued with his words.

"If you continue to repeat your habits, I'm afraid that the next time you meet Senk Tavern, the situation will not be far away, and there will be no other one for me to help you get out."

Although Neil's specific concerns were unclear, Mogan immediately sensed that he might need to warn the poet who was adept at adding drama to himself.

After all, there are many lessons to be learned.

He is already a bitter woman, mainly as an old acquaintance, and he is really helpless about some small old problems with Neil.

"It's definitely different this time...... Neil waved his hand awkwardly, "I swear, it's a very small problem that I'm trying to solve." ”