Tyrande's face was quite ugly, but he could do nothing or say anything. He stood in front of the bed in a daze with a dark face.
What can he do?
Angrily rushing towards the Castle of the Undead, and then being poked into a hornet's nest by the overwhelming army of bones?
Or should he go directly to the door of the undead clan and scold them for bullying?
You know, in the dark world, no one will seek justice for the weak.
If you are weak, you will be beaten. This is an iron rule.
On the contrary, everyone takes it for granted. Who makes you inferior to that undead wizard?
In this suffocating silence, Mai Fan made another suggestion: "Before you become strong enough, do you want to travel with me for a while."
"I think I may lack a steward who is literate, knowledgeable, attentive to the interests of the nobility, and has a good understanding of the racial structure of the Dark Continent and the Light Continent."
"If you're interested in this position. I think I could hire you."
"Similarly, the reward is those special potions and a very small part of the remuneration."
"After all, as you can see, I actually have a lot of people to feed."
"And my current income only has one channel, which is the transaction between that stupid troll's uncle over there."
"But I believe that my industry and team will continue to expand."
"Would you like to come join us and try a different life?"
The night elf's eyes lit up immediately.
What Maifan didn't expect was that his wife's eyes were even brighter than those of the night elves.
"Sir, are you going to the gray area?"
"If you can, this is really a tempting invitation."
After saying this, the beautiful woman looked at her husband longingly.
Although her race has been transformed to the dark side.
She actually doesn't have much nostalgia for the light.
But she still likes some things that belong to the light.
For example, there are beautiful clothes, beautiful colors, and delicious and warm food...
These are the things she never forgets.
Do you even want to leave your wife?
Tyrande's hesitation wavered once again.
As an excellent elf, his judgment on things is not decided by just patting his head.
He said to Mai Fan: "Please give me some time to think about it."
"I will give you a final answer when you take the medicine for the second time."
Mai Fan thought that was enough. He stood up and said with a smile, "Okay! I'm waiting for your good news."
Without wasting any time, he left the night elf's house.
The harpy was still angry when she came out.
In her opinion, it is disrespectful to think that her master is so awesome and the other party should consider him.
But Mai Fan smiled and waved his hand, because he still got the ultimate benefit, but no one knew what it was.
Now, his body's energy was once again overflowing.
Because the night elf already recognized him from the bottom of his heart, admired him, and had a vague idea of recognizing him as his master.
Once this idea is generated, the worship mission of the tribe is indirectly achieved.
And the recognition that Mai Fan needs from the native ethnic groups in this world has only been achieved to a small extent.
His current level is much higher than that of lower-level ethnic groups.
Infinitely close to the level of the middle ethnic group.
But it’s not enough, there aren’t enough, and he can’t be impatient. As long as he keeps getting to know new ethnic groups, he can always find the right people to fool...
No, it’s to influence people so that they can achieve their own awesome goals.
Stabilize the character's importance in the world.
With great confidence, Mai Fan walked towards the meeting place decided by others.
The hotel they were looking for was located on the outskirts of Pharmacy Commercial Street.
It is a corner area with enough space and relatively quiet.
Probably there have never been so many caravans settled in this area.
Mai Fan and his group had almost occupied all the remaining rooms in this small hotel.
Guests of this size stayed for nearly half a month, which made the owner of this family-run small hotel extremely happy.
He opened all the available rooms and let Mai Fan's people move in.
The backyard that leads to the wilderness where he lives has been turned into a temporary breeding ground for horses, horses and livestock, and his youngest son has been asked to act as a shepherd boy, leading a group of swift mud dragons to hunt in the grass.
Anyway, this piece of land behind him is a wasteland that has not yet been planned by the government.
At first, it was said that businesses in civilian areas would be vigorously developed, but only a few streets were built, and the rest were completely vacant.
This frustrated the boss who originally planned to do something big.
But now, it seems that he will have a comfortable summer this summer.
When Mai Fan arrived at this small hotel, he saw the following scene.
Several Gegru people wearing burlap skirts were running on the stone pavement of the small street, carrying large baskets five or six times larger than themselves on their heads.
The basket contained heavy grains, meat, and many fruits and vegetables that Mai Fan had never seen before.
The leading Gegru man is a bit old, but he is stronger than the young people behind him.
He was walking towards the door of the inn with a large bunch of extremely ferocious-looking raptors in his hands.
When they saw Mai Fan and the others walking towards their hotel, they were so excited that they burst into light.
"Guest, guest, our hotel will be full soon!"
"Look, there really are no rooms left."
"But it doesn't matter. My brother also opened a hotel at the other end of the street. Although it's not as big as the one here, it's just as comfortable to live in."
Mai Fan waved his hand and was about to say something when the few harpies who stayed here had already pushed open the window from the second floor and waved their wings towards Mai Fan and his group.
"Master, we have cleaned your room."
"It's right on the street. The environment here is very quiet and will not disturb your rest."
"From here, you can overlook the entire neighborhood."
"Boss, this is our team leader and the master we follow!"
The old man of the Gegru tribe took a look, good guy. He originally thought that there were four harpies in the team, which was already amazing.
Who would have thought that this blackened species was actually the real master.
And behind him, there was actually a troll. Looking at the troll's physique, it looked like he was at the elite warrior level.
How could this small, civilian hotel like him be able to entertain such an important guest?
If this matter were discussed outside, it would be enough to show off for a long time, right?
Thinking of this, the smile on Gelu's boss's face became even more enthusiastic.
"Okay, guest, hurry up."
