All-Professional Master of Darkness

As these three professionals approached, the professionals lowered their heads one after another, seeming to avoid the gazes of these three people.

Lan Wu narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at these three senior professionals who were said to be from the desert country of Lugaoyin. A barbarian, a mage and a paladin. Standard configuration of war magic and animal husbandry.

The three of them were obviously used to this situation. They laughed loudly as if no one was around, walked to the table closest to the bar and lightly knocked on the table. A total of four professionals at that table could only stand up and give up the table.

"Boss, serve the best ale." The barbarian banged the table and urged the boss to serve the wine quickly.

A seventeen-year-old maid timidly brought three glasses of ale. Just as she was about to leave as soon as possible, the barbarian suddenly slapped her buttocks with his hand and laughed loudly: "It feels good, much tighter than those women in Lu Gaoyin."

The little maid screamed in surprise, blushed and ran away with the plate in her arms, causing the barbarian to laugh triumphantly. That paladin was more polite. He coughed twice and solemnly warned: "Glasgow, this is not Lugoin's bar. If you want to play with women, you can hire a Roger. They will be happy to accompany you. As long as you are willing to take them to Lugoin." "

Lan Wu was helpless. He had already seen Flora's little hands clenched tightly. He patted Flora's little hand and winked, signaling not to be impulsive. Flora pursed her lips tightly and turned away obediently.

The barbarian named Glasgow was scolded by the paladin, and he drank a full glass of ale nonchalantly, looking around, not hiding his contempt for the professionals nearby. Suddenly he saw Flora and shouted excitedly: "Hey, boy over there, your Roger is pretty good. Is she good in bed?"

Flora immediately became angry. Before she could explode, Lan Wu suddenly stood up and smiled lightly: "Of course it's not bad, just like your mother."

With a puff, Flora laughed. Her beautiful and clear eyes were bent into crescent moons, and she was sipping juice with a smile.

Glasgow was furious, slapped his hand on the table, stood up and roared: "Stupid boy, you have brought unnecessary trouble for yourself."

"Are you going to beat me up?" Lan Wu rubbed his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders: "We are all professionals, why don't we abide by the rules?"

"Rules?" Glasgow laughed loudly, shook his thick fist, and said with a malicious smile: "These are the rules. I allow you to offer that Rogge as an apology for offending me."

"How can barbarians pretend to be polite?" Lan Wu curled his lips and sat down again.

This time the other professionals almost couldn't help laughing. Such a big man, speaking in an accent that resembles that of a paladin or a mage, is indeed filled with a strong sense of disobedience.

Glasgow's face turned black with anger. He pulled out a two-handed giant ax from his space bag and roared angrily: "I'm going to kill you."

Lan Wu looked at the furious barbarian with a smile, and smiled lightly: "She and I are just in an employment relationship. It is not my personal property. Are you sure you want me to give her to you as an apology?"

"It's too late now." Glasgow strode forward and laughed violently: "I will twist your hands and feet off and let you see with your own eyes how I play with her."

"Sorry, I overestimated your IQ." Lan Wu looked sympathetically at Glasgow, who was striding forward, and sighed: "Not even God can save you now."

Glasgow laughed, thinking that this weak professional was taking some verbal advantage. He smiled evilly and said: "That's right, even God can't save you..."

Before the sound lingered, Glasgow suddenly felt an unparalleled force coming from behind. His whole body flew out under this strange force, knocking over a dozen tables with a crash.

"He's right." Kasha looked indifferent and strode towards Glasgow: "Not even God can save you now."

"Dear Lord Kasha." Seeing Kasha's sudden appearance, the paladin hurriedly stood up and apologized: "Please forgive my companion. He just drank too much ale and was carried away by alcohol."

"It's too late now." Kasha returned all of Glasgow's previous arrogance intact: "I will twist off his hands and feet and let you see with your own eyes how I killed him."

The paladin was speechless. He is just an ordinary high-level professional. Facing a master like Kasha who was strong enough to gain a foothold in the demon world, he had absolutely no choice.

"Dear Lord Kasha." The mage who had been silent all this time suddenly stood up and saluted: "Humanity can no longer bear any more losses. Please forgive his stupidity and ignorance for the sake of humanity."

Kasha's feet slowed down after hearing this. She slowly turned around, stared at the mage and snorted coldly: "Why didn't you just forgive a level 3 necromancer for the sake of humanity?"

"Glasgow is just scaring him." The mage said without changing his expression, neither humble nor haughty: "As professionals, there is no conflict between us. This is just a little joke between Glasgow and the necromancer. He is not now Not hurt?"

Kasha was speechless. Lan Wu was indeed not harmed at this time. She took a deep look at the mage and gave a thumbs up: "You are very good. But I warn you. This is the Rogge camp, protected by my Kasha. Whoever dares to cause trouble here will be torn to pieces with my own hands. Throw it to those filthy fallen demons."

"As you wish, respected Lord Kasha." The mage saluted without being humble or overbearing, with a faint smile on his lips.

Kasha snorted heavily, and then disappeared without a trace as if teleporting. The mage looked at Glasgow, who seemed to have fainted, and said lightly: "Get up, Glasgow. She is gone."

Glasgow got up from the ground in full view of everyone. He rubbed the back of his heart with lingering fear, and muttered in fear: "If my brother Navas was here, he would definitely kill this woman for me."

"Then your brother will also die in the hands of Kasha." The mage glanced at Glasgow indifferently: "Kasha in the devil world will ignore the agreement between strong men until he kills Navas. Otherwise, you think there are only four Why does Kasha, who is over ten levels, enjoy a good reputation among the five human strongholds?"

Glasgow choked and picked up the giant ax with his hands, muttering angrily: "One day I will surpass all the Kashas and kill them all."

Neither the mage nor the paladin paid attention to this simple-minded companion. They walked side by side to Lan Wu's table. The paladin looked solemn and solemnly issued the challenge.

"Although Glasgow was the first to contradict you, he is our companion after all. For the honor of my companion, I, the Paladin Rafford, challenge you. If we win. I allow you to give up this Rogge and let Glasgow play for a day. . If we lose, this wand with +3 damage amplification will be yours."

With that said, Rafford took out a golden staff from his space bag and slapped it in front of Lan Wu. He looked down at Lan Wu arrogantly and waited patiently for Lan Wu's reply.

"You said Kasha is just a title, not her real name? Can the most powerful Amazon inherit this title?" Lan Wu turned a blind eye to the two people in front of him and pulled Warrod to ask curiously.

"Of course." Warrod murmured, and then tried to change the subject: "He is challenging you."

"Well, I know." Lan Wu smiled, glanced up at Rafford, then looked away and shrugged: "They think I'm as stupid as you. Let them go. We can't let these poor people lose their only life." Have fun.”

"You are insulting me." Rafford slapped the table hard with an angry look on his face: "I swear by the faith of the Paladin. If you don't apologize to me, I will use my sword and shield to wash away my shame myself."

"You are insulting the noble profession of Paladin." Lan Wu suddenly burst out loud, his voice even louder than that of Rafford: "It is your nature to bully the weak. I am just a level 3 necromancer. You are in your twenties. The tenth-level paladin challenged me. Am I stupid or are you stupid? Why did you fail when Lord Kasha was here just now? I gave you this opportunity and then came back to challenge me. If you are timid, I will chop off your head and give it to you.”

Rafford's face turned red and he wanted to retort, but when he thought about his previous performance in front of Kasha, he couldn't say anything. He hesitated and couldn't give a definite answer for a long time.

"You are right." The mage smiled faintly: "It is true that we have ignored this point. Then we can change it in another way, such as going out for adventure."

"Yes, you go and kill Andariel, and then you can openly declare that you have defeated the Level 3 Necromancer. It's amazing." Lan Wu sarcastically teased, "Please don't use your IQ. Measure everyone's intelligence. No one is stupider than you except your two companions."

The mage's face changed as he was pushed back. He took a deep look at Lan Wu and said approvingly: "I admit that I am not your opponent in the debate. I allow you to set the rules of challenge."

"Aren't you worried about me tampering with the rules?" Lan Wu looked at the mage with a smile, and then glanced at Rafford and Glasgow.

"This low-level area is not dangerous." The mage looked arrogant and sneered: "The demonic creatures outside Lugaoin City are much more powerful than Andariel. What else can we worry about? No, we are not worried about anything. Only I’m worried about whether you will keep your bet.”

"Is this the bet?" Lan Wu glanced sideways at the golden staff on the table.

"Of course, this bet is very reasonable." The mage smiled reservedly.

"You have never seen the world," Lan Wu muttered, took off his gloves, took off his ring and slapped it on the table. Just as he took his hand away, the ring suddenly flashed with dazzling golden light. In particular, the huge ruby ​​​​on the ring is even more shining, attracting the attention of many female professionals.

gold ring.

There were gasps of air all around. The explosion rate of magic equipment has always been pitifully low. Accessories and magic equipment are even more inhumanely low. Ordinary blue rings have rarely appeared. A gold ring suddenly appeared. This powerful visual impact was far beyond what a mere gold staff could match.

Lan Wu Shiran picked up the ring and put it on again, looking at the mage with a smile: "Change the bet a little. If I lose, this ring belongs to you. If I win... you can get the corresponding bet. "?"

The mage made no secret of his inner greed for this golden ring, and nodded in agreement almost without thinking: "I, Gross, accept your bet. My grandfather was the finance minister of His Majesty Jehain. You don't have to worry that I can't get it. Bet accordingly.”

Lan Wu smiled very happily: "Then let's see who has better luck and gets more magic equipment."

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