All-Professional Master of Darkness

Lan Wu found that he had brought back a big trouble. ɱ

After returning to the camp, Flora went to the training ground. She still lives with Kasha. According to her, she would still be angry with Kasha for a while, but Lan Wu always felt that she didn't want to move out of Kasha's home just yet.

Once Flora left, only Lan Wu and the little assassin were left. Lan Wu had a headache. This little girl is really stubborn and takes her casual jokes seriously. Unfortunately, he wanted to lose to her on purpose. It's better now, there's no way he can really let this little girl wash his clothes for a month.

Don't say that you are not such a beast, but if people see you asking a little girl to do your laundry for you, you may be regarded as a villain, a scoundrel, a ghost, a idiot, a weird uncle who abducts an innocent little girl to see goldfish, etc.

Lan Wu was silent for a long time, and then he said: "Where is your home? I will take you back."

The little assassin shook his head, his expression blank.

Lan Wu was shocked. Even I have a small tent. Is this little girl worse off than herself? It doesn't look like it.

"Uh... you didn't lie to me?" Lan Wu didn't believe it.

The little assassin shook his head again.

Lan Wu was at his wits end. In his opinion, this little girl is probably cheating. He thought for a while and said hello: "Then go to my place to stay for the night. Tomorrow I will ask Master Akara to arrange a place for you."

The little assassin didn't respond. Lan Wu took her as acquiescence and led her back to his small home in the camp. He opened the tent, pointed to the blanket spread on the hay, turned around and smiled: "If you're tired, take a nap first. I'll go...find...a..."

Before Lan Wu could finish speaking, the little assassin had already entered the tent from beside him, quickly took off his equipment and stuffed it into his space bag. When Lan Wu saw this little girl taking off her clothes in front of him, he was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth for a long time and his mind went blank.

The little assassin only wore a set of small and exquisite underwear. She looked at the clean blanket, then looked down at the few pieces of fabric on her body. She started to take it off again.

Lan Wu's mind buzzed, he quickly got out of the tent and quickly covered the tent. Your sister, what is going on in this little girl’s head? Taking off all your clothes in front of a man (uncle) would cost you your life. He quickly checked carefully to make sure that the tent was indeed covered, and then hurriedly left and headed towards the open bar on the west side of the camp.

"Am I lucky or unlucky?" Lan Wu was confused. He didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky to bring back this little assassin. But unfortunately at present, apparently, he is homeless.

Arriving in a daze to the west of the camp, Lan Wuren heard a loud voice boasting triumphantly in the bar before he entered. This loud voice was all too familiar to him. Who else could it be but that savage Glasgow?

"This is the true strength of Lu Gaoyin's profession. Take a look, have you ever seen so many magic equipments?"

Knowing that Glasgow was in the bar, Lan Wu immediately found a target to vent his depression. He strolled into the bar and saw three people from Glasgow sitting at the middle table. Dozens of professionals were crowded around. Through the gaps in the crowd, you can vaguely see that the table is filled with large and small equipment. Especially the shiny golden hard leather armor in the middle is very eye-catching. Apart from this, the rest of the equipment is glowing with blue light.

The dozens of professionals who were watching stared with envy at the dazzling array of equipment on the table. There are at least twenty pieces in total, large and small. They had never seen so much blue equipment piled together. Especially the golden hard leather armor, which is an even rarer golden equipment.

Gross and Lufford remained calm, just drinking the ale in front of them. But Glasgow particularly enjoys the envious looks cast by many professionals. He laughed heartily, waved his hand boldly, and shouted loudly: "Boss, give everyone a glass of ale. I'll take it."

Lan Wu looked at Glasgow's triumphant look, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and was about to walk over and disgust this barbarian. Unexpectedly, an eerie voice suddenly came from behind.

"I finally found you."

Lan Wu was startled, and soon realized that the person behind him was Warrod, a necromancer who looked more like a dead person than a living person. He rolled his eyes and waved without looking back: "Find a place to sit down and talk slowly."

Warrod followed Lan Wu to an empty table in the corner and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he immediately began complaining about how Glasgow had repeatedly shown off his gains in the cave. That's okay, just bear with it and it will pass. What made him even more unable to swallow his breath was that this barbarian actually wanted to use a pair of blue leather boots to coax Taylor in private.

Hearing Warrod mention the name Taylor, Lanwu remembered it. He remembered that he was the Rogg who teased Warrod when he first came to Rogge's camp. He rolled his eyes and understood instantly. He smiled and asked, "Did Taylor agree?"

"How could she agree to this barbarian?" Warrod was so excited that a blush appeared on his face.

"Aren't you going to go to Kasha to hire her?" Lan Wu smiled evilly, his eyes clearly saying who else do you want to hide from now.

"I..." Warrod was silent and lowered his head in frustration.

At this time, Glasgow accidentally saw the two of them sitting in the corner, and immediately shouted over there as if he had been given a shot of blood: "Hey, it's you. You were chased by the Blood Crow and escaped from the cave, and you came here to drink. To relieve boredom?"

Glasgow's words were full of malice. Both parties knew that the Blood Crow emerging from the cave was extremely powerful. But he bullied other professionals into thinking that this Xuewu was the other Xuewu. Everyone knows that Xuewu is just the mini-boss of the Bone Burial Ground. As long as you are careful, a fifth or sixth level professional can kill it.

Just as Glasgow expected. The other professionals burst into laughter when they heard that Lan Wu was being chased away by Xue Wu. Even the look in Lan Wu's eyes was a little more sarcastic.

Warrod was livid with rage. He slapped the table and stood up, trying his best to defend his friend: "Xuewu will only stay in the Bone Burial Ground, why would he go to the cave?"

Glasgow folded his arms and squinted at Lan Wu, who was sitting motionless, with disdain. That look clearly says are you going to lie?

When other professionals saw Glasgow's confident look, they were already seventy or eighty percent convinced. No matter why Xuewu ran to the cave, the fact was there.

Lan Wu smiled. Who said a savage's brain is all about muscles. Isn't Glasgow stupid? He smiled and shrugged, and pulled Warrod to sit down: "Don't ask me why, the Blood Crow really ran into the cave."

Warrod was stunned. He has now reached level 7 and is planning to kill Xuewu to obtain the qualification to hire Rogge. Therefore, he knew Xuewu's information by heart. But he didn't expect that Xuewu was not in the burial ground, but ran to the cave... He really couldn't understand it.

Seeing the expression on Warrod's face, Lan Wu understood instantly again. He couldn't help feeling that this unlucky Warrod was really unlucky. He planned to kill Xuewu, but ended up being killed by himself. It will be at least a month before the Blood Crow is resurrected again.

He sincerely lamented that Warrod's bad luck remained as strong as ever, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I killed the Blood Crow. You have to wait at least a month for the Blood Crow to be resurrected."

Glasgow laughed suddenly and sneered disdainfully: "Can you kill Xuewu? God, my ears must be sick."

Lan Wu smiled nonchalantly and asked, "Do you also know the strength of Xuewu?"

Glasgow raised his little finger maliciously and sneered: "I can crush it with one finger."

"Then let's make another bet?" Lan Wu continued to challenge with the same malicious intent: "You go and kill Xue Wu. My ring will be yours."

Glasgow stagnated for a moment. The Blood Crow was extremely powerful and he had no confidence at all. Similarly, he didn't believe that Lan Wu could kill the Xuewu.

At this time, Gross, who had been drinking quietly, suddenly spoke up to save Glasgow: "That ring is the bet we made before."

"Then how about I use this as a bet?" Lan Wu smiled and took out the Ash of Bane stick and put it on the table. As soon as his hand left the short stick, a dazzling dark golden light burst out.

Suddenly, everyone gasped. Even Gross couldn't help but feel dazed for a while. Everyone looked at this dark gold stick with such pure eyes, making no secret of their desire for this stick.

Even gold equipment is rare, let alone dark gold equipment. Except for a very small number of gold equipment, dark gold equipment is one of the best equipment.

Glasgow looked very ugly. He never expected that this weird professional could come up with a piece of dark gold equipment. This is equivalent to saying that the previous gambling battle is no longer important. Unless they also come up with a piece of dark gold equipment, there is no comparison between the two sides.

"Did you kill Xuewu?" Gross' face was equally ugly.

"I crushed him to death with just one finger." Lan Wu followed suit, raising his little finger and shaking it maliciously.

When Glasgow saw Lan Wu's action, his face suddenly swelled up like a month-old pig liver. He would immediately use the topic to divert everyone's attention. Unexpectedly, Gross's cold scolding came from the side.

"Shut up, idiot."

Glasgow suddenly fell silent and sat down to drink in frustration. Gross stood up, ignored the others, walked straight to Lan Wu, and said coldly: "I want this short stick, please give me a price."

Lan Wu smiled, took off his left glove, and tapped the table lightly. That clearly means that the previous bet must be paid off before making an offer.

Gross had never been so angry before, and his face turned blue and white. He took a deep look at Lan Wu, smiled calmly and said: "Okay, I will fulfill the bet as soon as possible. You can make a price first to save yourself from having to make another trip."

Lan Wu looked at Gross with interest and immediately offered his price: "A set of Tageo's incarnations."

Gross's face turned green and he shook his head indifferently. This Necromancer professional set is far rarer than dark gold equipment.

"No... Then let's trick Eldor's guards."

"Still not? What about the Immortal King?"

"The Legend of Griswold?"

"Where's Tarasha's robe?"

"Mawina's battle poem should be there, right?"

"No, don't tell me that Natalya's accusations are not there either."

Gross's face turned completely dark as he listened to Lan Wu's mouth popping up one top-notch professional suit after another. How could he not guess that this weird necromancer was deliberately teasing him. Don't talk about one thing, even one piece is far more valuable than this dark gold short stick.

Other professionals also guessed at this moment that Lan Wu was deliberately teasing these three professionals from Lu Gaoyin. They all returned to their respective drinking tables, happily admiring the ugly expression on the face of Gross, a proud Lugoin man.

"Neither this nor that." Lan Wu shouted angrily: "You asked me to make a price, but you can't afford it. Are you a liar?"

Gross choked, turned and left. Seeing him leaving, the two Raffords hurriedly packed up the equipment on the table, and then chased after him. If you lose in a gambling fight, you won't be able to compete with your words. Continuing to stay will only bring shame upon oneself.

Lan Wu had no intention of letting these three people go. He stood up, waved to Glasgow's back, and shouted loudly: "Hey, that barbarian, don't forget that you just bought everyone here a drink. Pay the money before leaving."

Glasgow hesitated for a moment, blushed, turned around and walked to the bar, took out a large bag of gold coins and threw it on the bar: "No need to look for it."

"Wait a minute." The bar owner called to Glasgow. The latter turned his head angrily. He pointed at the bag of gold coins and explained helplessly: "There is not enough money."

Glasgow blushed even more. He took out a blue glove from his space bag and threw it on the bar, then hurriedly chased after Gross.

Watching Glasgow leave the bar in a hurry, Warrod looked at Lan Wu worriedly: "Actually, you don't need to completely anger these three Lugoin people."

Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders and sighed helplessly: "How can you get things done these days without paying some price?"

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