"Guest, guest? What kind of drink do you want?" The barmaid's voice interrupted George's thinking, and she timidly handed the menu to George.
The rye that should have been served was not at hand, and the mercenaries at the next table were still noisy.
what's the situation? Was everything just an illusion?
Shaking his dizzy head, George took the menu from the waitress and ordered the same dishes as before while observing the lively mercenaries opposite.
As before, the mercenaries were looking playfully and obscenely at the half-elf waitress who was taking George's order. One of the mercenaries, encouraged by his companions, picked up the wine glass filled with ale. , got up and walked over.
"Let's make it a little less noisy this time." George secretly thought. While looking at the menu calmly, he gathered a small amount of deep and dark magic power under the table.
That was the magic power of the death system that he comprehended in the illusion.
Level 1 necromancy spell - Weak, activate!
A vague wave of mana hit the left foot of the mercenary who was walking towards the waitress with a wine glass. Under the influence of the spell, the muscles of his left leg were drained of strength as if they had been hopping for three consecutive days. His body became unstable and he fell heavily to the ground. The cup was originally The low-quality ale in the oak wine glass, under George's "special care", was poured impartially on the mercenary's head this time.
"Damn it, waiter over there, it's all your fault that you didn't mop the floor clean, so I fell down! I demand compensation." Amidst the laughter of his companions, the mercenary vented his anger. On the waitress.
Scumbags are scumbags after all. Even if they fall, they still want to regain their face. But just in time, I took advantage of this scumbag's stupidity.
"Warrior over there!" George waved to the mercenary, and calmly lifted the curse on his left leg.
"What are you doing? I'm very busy!"
"I'm telling you, the person who made you look embarrassed just now was actually your nut-eating friend. Don't tell anyone!"
George quietly pointed to his companion who was cracking nuts and laughing wildly, and pointed to the ground. Coincidentally, there were some scattered nut shells where he fell.
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder!" After receiving George's "pointers", the mercenary picked up his ax and went to his companions for "theory" with great interest.
"A glass of rye and a steak, please. Thank you." George smiled brighter than before.
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At the same time, north of the plane of Exos, in the country where the Order camp is located - the great Arkan, in the palace hall of the capital Akatani, a girl wearing a blue robe with blond hair reaching her waist appeared She was sitting in an exquisite wheelchair meditating, and behind her stood a tall mage with shiny black hair, blue complexion, and an extremely handsome face.
In fact, in the countries of the order camp, these blue-skinned mages have their own unique racial name - magic lamp elves. They are servants of the gods. They have lives that are unimaginable to humans, even much longer than those of the vampires. They have boundless magic power and wisdom. They are the third-level peak combat power that the Order camp is proud of. And behind the blond girl is this person. A djinn, he is also the second most powerful legendary mage in the great Arkan, Thoriel Yiben Wally Ballard.
The afternoon sun was shining quietly on a girl and a djinn, and the atmosphere of the entire palace seemed quiet and elegant. Suddenly, the blond girl in the wheelchair opened her eyes. At that moment, the magic power around the palace instantly became turbulent. Because the magic power fluctuated so intensely, the sunlight shining into the palace from the crystal window became a little distorted. , and even tore a few tiny space cracks.
"Emilia, stop!"
After the djinn behind the blond girl noticed something strange, he quickly shouted something to stop her. In his voice, there was a surge of mental pressure. This mental pressure could even calm thousands of troops instantly.
But even though the mental pressure of this legendary mage was so powerful, it still took him a lot of effort to finally stabilize the girl in front of him.
"Soril!" Unlike the exhausted Djinn, the blonde girl's voice was full of excitement, "I finally found it!"
"My Majesty the Queen, what rare treasures have your thousands of clones found for you this time?" Thorier really had no idea about the great Queen of Akan, Emilia Night Harbor, in front of him. The method is a bit temperamental.
"I finally found it, looking for the destiny line of the Order Sphere!" After Emilia calmed down for a moment, she put aside her clever and lively attitude as a girl and put on the dignified posture of a queen of a country.
"Soril, help me get in touch with Emperor Gaudos. I have prepared a big gift for him!"
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After handling lunch with ease, George stepped on the blood of the mercenaries and whistled while settling the bill with the tavern owner. He paid a little more, opened a clean room upstairs in the tavern, and paid a month's deposit in advance.
Of course, George did not forget to give a few silver coins as a tip to the half-elf waiter who actively guided him. After holding a tip equivalent to her monthly income in her hand, the originally timid little girl covered her mouth in surprise.
Then, as if she had thought of something, the half-elf waiter lingered in George's room for a long time with a shy face. It wasn't until George couldn't help asking that she mustered up the courage, blushed and said to George: "This guest , my name is Eva. If you need any help, just pull the bell cord on the bedside and I will rush over! Well, no matter how late it is!"
The waitress named Eva spoke softer and softer. After saying the last few words as quietly as a mosquito, she looked at George expectantly, hoping that the polite donor in front of her would like him. With her beauty, even if something happened next that was irreversible for an untouched girl, she was mentally prepared accordingly.
As a vulnerable woman, Eva struggles to survive in this violent city every day. She has already thought about it. Instead of being targeted by some gangster in which corner one day and having such horrific things happen, she might as well give her first time now and exchange a few coins with this generous guest. Valuable silver coins!
But Eva didn't get the answer she expected. What she waited for was just George's deep eyes. After looking at George for a few seconds, Eva even had the illusion that everything in her heart would be completely seen through by the man in front of her!
"Next, I will go out frequently and may not come back to the room often. Let's do this. I will make a small deal with you first. Every time I come back, you will be responsible for helping me wash my clothes and clean the room every three times I come back. I will pay you a silver coin. This time I will pay you one in advance as a deposit, okay?" After sorting out the gifts he carried with him, George put a silver coin in the hand of the half-elf waitress, and then held it in his hand. He walked out the door holding the Book of the Dead.
"Hmm... um! Thank you guest!"
By the time Eva came to her senses, George had already gone downstairs. Holding the silver coin that still had a little bit of George's body temperature in her hand, Eva suddenly felt a tear rolling in her eyes. It was the long-lost feeling of being treated equally and tenderly by others!
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