Mogan turned to look at him.
It wasn't until Neil was fussed by this look that he opened his mouth without saying anything, then he said calmly.
"Neal, I need to emphasize that there is a prerequisite in communicating with you, which may be a little offensive: I am not confident about your personal judgment."
Mogan knows the characteristics of each of his chess pieces. Although Neil has a good mind and acceptable abilities, he has a huge flaw.
Extremely easy to get emotional.
On top of that, the objects of affection don’t even have boundaries.
Not to mention friends and relatives, Neil is full of compassion, and he puts women and children first among strangers. Whenever he encounters a weak person, he will feel compassion and help generously if he detects something called "eye connection".
Although Neil thought he was sensible, the most he did was bring himself close to bankruptcy, which was quite troublesome.
Neil laughed dryly, "Grand, do you want to stop or listen to me first?"
He had been prepared in advance, so he took advantage of every opportunity to conduct a follow-up investigation and told the story about the current situation of the maid Lucy from beginning to end.
Although it is not too exaggerated, Neil uses his poet's diction skills to tell the story as if it is happening in front of his eyes, exaggerating the helpless and miserable emotions to the extreme.
But his silver tongue had no effect on Mogan.
After hearing this, Mogan nodded first, and then raised three fingers.
"First, why do you think that the maid named Lucy must be rescued? If her current situation is one of meager income and poor family circumstances, the salary paid by the Duke can allow her to earn money to support her family."
"...Isn't it better to think of a solution? The worst thing is to find a job for her and look for people everywhere." Neil had already begun to look for countermeasures.
Morgan raised his eyebrows, "If you want to find a job with the same salary as the Duke's maid, I'm afraid you can't do it. Besides, if you want to give money directly, I don't think it's necessary given your current assets."
Before Neal could think of a way to argue, Morgan lowered a finger and continued describing.
"Secondly, and most importantly, the chances of the maid being harmed are minimal. If you ask any shabby worker in Port Saint-Léon about her life experience, she will probably be in more hardship than someone who was born in the suburbs of Biasson. Are you going to help each one of them? past?"
Neil blurted out, "How do you know if something will happen to her current situation?"
Mo Gan said quietly, "If there is a very high possibility, the person I see now is not just you, but you and a maid who was 'rescued' by Lihua Daiyu."
Neil took a look at it for himself and realized that if the Duke was really a pervert who indulged in meat and vegetables, then he could indeed do such a thing.
In addition, Morgan didn't just know a little bit about the Duke. Neil already knew about this situation, but he didn't know much about it, so there was no need to say more.
"But there's always the possibility..."
"The question comes back to you. After staying with the Duke for so long, have you ever seen him put aside his body and posture to force even a commoner who is not here to sell his beauty?"
Seeing that Mogan was calm and composed, Neil thought about it and suddenly felt discouraged.
Because there really are no exceptions.
Duke Albert's arrogance is a double-edged sword. The worst treatment for those around him is to be dismissed as untouchables and deprived of their salaries.
The risk is less than the reward.
If the concept of cruelty in a substantial sense does not exist in the mind and the show becomes the norm, even the arrogant fool will be safe.
That's what's special about Albert.
"Third... forget it."
Mo Gan thought for a while but stopped, then put down his palm and sighed.
"To be honest, your too many thoughts may be detrimental to my plan. But if you must do this, the presence or absence of the maid will not have any impact - I take this as a friend's advice."
If it were normal times, Mogan might have said this with a calm aura, but when he dressed like a country farmer combined with ordinary clothes like this, it felt like he had traveled through time and space.
All this is just a suggestion.
Will Neil give up on his plan to save the maid as he said? Morgan doesn't feel like he should step in and interfere with his actual decision.
——After all, Neil is the first person who should be responsible for his actions.
What's more, Mogan's own plan is so meticulous that the possibility that a maid can influence it is actually very slim.
Neil took this opportunity to think carefully, and then sighed with relief.
"I don't want to affect your plan... Regarding Lucy, I may follow up and see if there are any better opportunities."
Mogan nodded and said he had no objection.
Although Neil deals with things with his overflowing sympathy, he does do so on the premise that it does not affect other people and will never drag people into trouble. This is one of the reasons why Morgan can trust him.
"So, what else is there to say?"
Mogan was ready to find an opportunity to see off the guests as soon as possible. He didn't want to interfere with the meal because it was too late, and perhaps to prevent the fact that he and Neil were involved from being discovered by interested people.
"Maybe it's my fault, and you may have noticed it..."
Neil really had something else to say, so he took a deep breath as if he was mentally prepared.
"I want to remind you of three points, which can be regarded as facts I saw next to the Duke - Grande, your informant may not necessarily know."
Mo Gan listened with interest to this friend's uncharacteristic change of attitude.
"Speaking?"
Neal is obviously trying to regain his place.
But when someone took the initiative to provide him with clues, he didn't care so much, and it was too late to be happy.
Neil said seriously, "You may not know that there may be a different force behind the Duke. He definitely relies on more than just the property left by the Taranik family and the deacon who manages the house, there are other things as well."
"...It's really fresh."
Mo Gan commented lightly.
"In addition, you must not do things according to Albert's ideas."
Neil was focused on recalling, and for the time being he didn't notice the perfunctoriness hidden in Mogan's words.
"The forces behind the situation I mentioned should be lurking in his manor in Nova City - I was warned once, but the other party didn't seem to understand me, so they probably gave up."
Mo Gan was silent for a moment, and glanced at his residence from the corner of his eyes.
Perhaps there is no need to elaborate on the fact that he has already packed his bags for Nova City.
"And his butler, Life Mage Abdia, this person should not be underestimated either."
Neil narrowed his eyes.
"Her abilities as a mage are unknown, and she has strong overall management skills. She can also help Albert investigate information. She may have found out your origin. I heard a few words before I left. She was reporting the results of the investigation on you to Albert. "
Mogan hissed expressionlessly and said, "It's really surprising."
When he finally saw this expression, Neil was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what Mo Gan meant.
"Is this part of your plan?"
"Grand is just a common surname, no more or less, not synonymous with the family. People with the status of Duke can hear this, but there is no way to confirm it."
Morgan shrugged.
"But I have this name myself. If I don't use it regularly, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the inspector's test when it comes to purchasing real estate."
The land purchase control in the Cole Kingdom is neither loose nor tight, but it has strict screening criteria for buyers. However, Mogan, who had no idea how much he had to rely on, always made people feel suspicious when he said such words.
Neil's mouth twitched, "If you ask me to tell the truth... I really don't believe it."
Mogan disagreed.
After all, he is a good, law-abiding citizen.
No one stipulates that a good-quality civilian cannot make more friends, cooperate with people with high status and wealth, and obtain principal from them.
"Believe me, it is a good thing to be able to part ways with Duke Albert at this time." Morgan gave another piece of advice, "I can only wish you good luck."
Surprisingly, Neil had heard the same logic more than once.
In order to recall where this shallow memory came from, his expression froze for a moment.
Mo Gan also suddenly realized something was wrong. After all, he was good at observing words and emotions.
However, Neil's memory is surprisingly good.
"Is Abdia the person you are looking for?" Neil was shocked. "She gave me the same reminder before, saying that she should leave the Duke as soon as possible, but she praised me too much - wait, you know Is there an expert behind the Duke?!"
Unexpectedly, there was a problem with the "duplication check rate". Mo Gan didn't know what to say, so he had to make a little joke.
"……you know too much."
"So, I should be a backup link in the plan?" Neil suddenly felt unbalanced, "It's the same with or without me."
"No. It's just that I don't quite believe that you can remain unemotional all the time. You left a deep impression on me."
Mogan spoke sincerely. He didn't know when he had recovered the pot's materials - including the hard-to-shape magic-resistant material - and at the same time tidied up all the appearance.
"In addition, Abdia just reached an agreement with me. She realized the undercurrent and wanted to find someone to help prevent her family from suffering because she was on the wrong team. She didn't even know that the part of the news I asked her to convey to the Duke was true. thing."
Morgan's eggs are never put in one basket, and he always has a backup plan.
Neil felt a lot about this: "So Abdia thought it would be more appropriate to persuade one of the people around the Duke to leave at this time, so he planned to remind me and help me?"
Only then did he understand why Abdia was alone with him in the carriage in the first place, and suddenly approached this suspicious poet and said such a "blessing" that was inconsistent with the preface and the follower.
However, Mo Gan realized that this elder brother had committed an old habit again, and began to pay attention to things that his own abilities could not control. He couldn't help but rub his temples, which gave him a headache for the moment.
"You have to know that Abdia Hill is a high-level mage, and there will be many people who want to win over her in the future. She serves the Duke herself, so it is difficult to get rid of the relationship, but there must be ways to protect herself in advance."
Rather than being protected, Abdyah Hill decided to cooperate just because he wanted to leave a backup plan. He was a party focused on protecting others.
He is definitely not a weakling who needs to be cared for.
Especially a guy like Neil who is overflowing with sympathy, but has no better martial arts, no better literary talents, no better knowledge, no better ambitions, and even more complicated things than Mo Gan.
Only the characteristics of being poor and getting stronger, being strong and getting poorer, and being eloquent are amazing, and they are easy to handle.
But Morgan really didn't rely on this characteristic to force Neil into his camp.
To completely convince people like Neil to leave the free living area of the Helping Ranger to do business, the only way to help him at the right time is to leave a little favor.
"In addition, if you want to return to Asun City, remember to ask for the account in time at Senke Tavern. Don't be soft-hearted, and don't be swayed no matter who you see taking action."
Mo Gan considered his words.
"You really need to remember that the other party is just a liar. Even if she performs a tragic suicide scene on the spot, I suggest you check which blood bag was stolen from the circus."
Obviously this advice came from the bottom of his heart, and Mo Gan felt a little emotional even when he said it.
Neil felt unbearable when he thought about the scene, and couldn't help but sigh, "Grand, you can guess this, you are such a cold and heartless guy."
"Thank you?" Mo Gan raised his eyebrows.
To him, who was proud of his reason, this kind of words sounded more like praise worthy of encouragement.
