"This is the demon core, please accept it." Sivir came over holding a golden crystal the size of a baby's fist, stood in front of Mag, and offered it with both hands.
Mag glanced at the spar that shone with golden light. The texture was somewhat similar to crystal, and it contained very rich energy.
However, this level of energy is worthless to him.
"Give it to you." Mag said calmly without extending his hand.
"This..." Sivir looked at Mag, and then at the demon core in his hand. This was the extremely precious demon core of the golden-eyed white tiger, worth more than a million copper coins.
She could not clearly see the expression on the face under the mask, but judging from his indifferent tone, this demon core could not enter his eyes at all.
But why did he give it to her so easily?
Could it be a gift for the little maid?
So...does he already regard me as a maid?
Sivir pursed her lips, and suddenly felt that the demon core in her hand was a little hot. She wanted to throw it away, but she also wanted to hold it tightly. The complicated emotions made her not know what to do for a moment.
After holding the demon core and being dazed for a while, Sivir finally raised his head, looked at Mag with a blushing face and said: "Master... master."
"I didn't say I wanted to take you on as a maid, it's just a matter of effort." Mag withdrew his gaze, stood on the gryphon, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, but the face under the mask could not help but tilt up.
This girl is quite interesting.
However, it would be quite interesting to have a little maid who looks like a cheetah?
Sivir looked at Mag, and his face flashed with expressions of surprise, disappointment, joy, sadness, and loss. Then his face suddenly turned red, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
What a shame!
She already considers herself a maid, but others have never thought of accepting her as a maid.
Even if you give it for free, you are actually rejected...
The only thing that comforted her was that her men were busy dealing with the body of the white tiger, so they probably didn't hear her call for master or his words.
The cold night wind was blowing in the forest, but it felt a little hot on Sivir's face.
Everyone quickly completed the dismemberment, and the tiger skin, tiger teeth, tiger claws, and other valuables were not left behind.
"It's a pity that this piece of meat and bones should be sold for a lot of money." Dennis muttered with some regret.
"Let's go." Mag patted the purple-striped gryphon lightly, and the gryphon rose into the air and flew towards the City of Chaos. In a blink of an eye, it was out of the Warcraft Mountains, which was like a chasm in the eyes of Sivir and others.
Along the way, Sivir covered his face and squatted in a corner to shut himself up.
Her injuries have almost recovered, and her ribs will need some time to fully repair.
But her heart was hurt...it should take a long time to heal.
She held back a glance at the figure sitting in the front, her eyes slightly resentful.
Is she really that bad? I'm not even qualified to be a maid?
"Eh? Why do I still want to be his maid?" Sivir frowned, feeling that something was wrong with him.
The purple-striped griffin stopped in front of the city gate. Sivir came back to his senses and got off the gryphon with everyone. He bowed to Mag and said gratefully: "Thank you for your rescue. As long as you are in need, Rose Mercenary The mercenary group is always at your disposal."
"Remember it." Mag only left a fleeting sentence, and the purple-striped gryphon took off and disappeared into the sky.
Everyone looked at the sky with envy, and then looked away after a long time.
Stepping on the solid ground at the city gate, everyone looked at each other, and then let out cheers of rejoicing that they had survived the disaster.
Death was once so close to them. If Alex hadn't suddenly appeared, they would have become the golden-eyed white tiger's dinner.
But now not only have they all returned to the City of Chaos, but they have also obtained all the most precious materials of the Golden-Eyed White Tiger.
"Get rich! This time, we really got rich!"
"Yes, this white tiger skin alone can easily be sold for half a million copper coins. The tiger teeth and claws are also high-quality materials for refining weapons, and can also be sold at a high price."
"The price of this tiger whip is also very high. When I go to Lao Wang tomorrow, I will definitely sell it for a high price."
Everyone in the Rose Mercenary Group counted the loot, their faces filled with joy.
This is more than they have earned this year.
In the mercenary industry, risks and rewards coexist.
A small mercenary group like them with little strength usually only does small tasks outside the Warcraft Mountains.
Sivir held the demon core, a little absent-mindedly. After a while, he came back to his senses and said: "There is another demon core."
"Captain, this demon core is given to you by Sir Alex, you can keep it for yourself." Monkey was already awake, leaning against Scrooge, smiling and shaking his head.
"Yes, if you hadn't taken action, Captain, we probably wouldn't have been able to survive Sir Alex's appearance. We can't have this demon core."
Everyone responded one after another and were not tempted by the extremely high price of the demon core.
Sivir looked at everyone, was silent for a while, nodded, accepted the demon core, and said: "I will not participate in the profits from the sale of other items."
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This small interlude only took Mag 20 minutes.
He was very willing to help with such a simple effort, not to mention he was someone he knew.
Fifteen kilometers away, McGonagall gained a deeper understanding of the power of this heavy sniper after killing a level 7 monster with one shot.
Mag turned the heavy sniper into silenced mode and tried a few more shots in the Warcraft Mountains.
There are also some small mercenary groups in the mountains that accidentally stayed in the mountains, such as the Rose Mercenary Group. Mag solved some troubles for them.
However, for these unfamiliar mercenary groups, Mag just showed them a way to leave and left directly.
Finally, Mag found a level 10 striped soul leopard, locked the Qi machine, aimed through the scope, and pressed the trigger at a distance of thirty kilometers.
The bullet fired silently, and the sharp warhead cut through the space, causing a ripple-like ripple and flying towards the striped soul leopard.
However, the soul leopard seemed to be aware of it, and its forward figure paused instantly, turning into an afterimage and jumping towards the side and back.
The bullet flew close to its body and shattered the boulder behind where it originally stood.
"Sure enough, level 10 monsters aren't that easy to fight, aren't they?" Mag raised his hand and fired two more shots.
The Soul Leopard directly turned into three afterimages, running in different directions.
Bullets hit two of the afterimages, but both missed.
And the soul leopard also ran deep into the mountains and disappeared.
Mag did not continue to follow. He had no intention of hunting this soul leopard. He simply wanted to try his gun.
A level 10 monster has a very keen sense of danger, which requires more accurate prediction by the person using the gun.
"You still need to practice more." Mag put away the gun and asked Azi to return to the restaurant.
