Lesatos left the library in a cheerful mood and returned to his beloved bed of gems, waiting to hear the report. Flamir held a piece of paper and read: "The losses in the demiplane are as follows: 75% of the dimensional traps were damaged, 3% of the land collapsed, and crops in the plains were necrotic due to low temperatures. Basically, there was no harvest this season. In order to maintain the flame prison of the gods, The cage requires one-third of the conventional energy supply of the demiplane" "Stop, stop, stop." Lesatos had a headache and threw a handful of gold coins. "I just crawled out of the pile of old papers. I'm not here to listen to your funeral, but to talk about your gains." Demon Eye Supervisor took out the gold coins in his mouth with a look of helplessness, and turned the paper over: "Except for the astral realm and demiplane There are 32 enchanted weapons and equipment, 5 magical objects, dozens of valuable materials, half a ton of divine rocks, but unfortunately only one contains immortal blood" " "Where's the secret box?" "It's opened. It's an ordinary high-priced mage-sized collection. The scrolls and staffs are nothing special. There is a rare item in the store that the owner should be able to use." He took out the drop-shaped pendant from his mouth and gave it to Jinlong. Lesatos observed for a moment and activated the strange object. Purple light dust condensed out of thin air, forming a translucent hexagonal portal 1 Sami square. "[Arcon Magic Window]?" Lesatos was shocked. This is the racial ability of the Saren spirit. It has never been spread to the outside world, let alone made into a rare item. The Saren Elves are a well-known race in the Toril universe and are extremely powerful demons. They look like a ball of black gel weighing 2 tons, with a magical light shining on their surface. Three heads with big mouths extend from the gelatinous body. There are no organs except the mouth and nostrils, and a piece of smooth skin. It has 9 arms, with an eye on each palm. This neutral race has a long history, dating back to the beginnings of Chaos. Every Saren spirit can display the [Arcon Magic Window] at will. It can fight, cast spells, and observe through the magic window. In short, it can hit the enemy, but the enemy cannot hit him. Lesatos threw a ball of [Dancing Lights] at the rotating purple magic window. The light ball entered the magic window and then appeared from above Flamir's head and fell on the magic eye. "A very good imitation that basically reproduces the ability of the Saren Spirit. But it still has flaws. The Saren Spirit can summon three magic windows at the same time and can move. This one only has observation and sneak attack capabilities, and the enemy will stay away. Every day Can be used 2 times, 3 minutes each time. What is the background of this mage? " "I guess from the notes he left, he should be half human and half Saren spirit, so he can make Archon pendants …” Saren spirits cannot transform themselves, and other races cannot transform into Saren spirits, so to give birth to hybrids, they must mate with their original bodies, humans and three-headed gelatinous bodies [[[CP|W:400|H :502|A:L|U:]]]The master and servant shuddered at the same time, it was too strong. The butler who understood the dragon's intentions immediately changed the subject: "Master, it's been nearly a month and our magic shop hasn't officially opened yet. It's not okay to issue a batch of weapons on credit first." "The defensive war should be coming to an end. You can do it today. Go to finalize the transaction details and bring a batch of weapons with you. Flamir was anxious: "Why are you still selling weapons? If we really have to feed the army, humans will be frightened, the elves' demand for us will be greatly reduced, and the glowing luminous stones will not be available, and the plan of the mage tower will be shelved. " "Do you think humans will be timid if they lose this battle? You are wrong. Let alone defeat, even if they are completely wiped out, the supporters behind the Earcutters Guild will push for a larger-scale invasion. The trade with Tia has been cut off for nearly 80 years. The business groups of the southeastern human forces are as hungry as the beautiful widows in their prime. They will not retreat because of bloodshed when they find new profit points. The lives of those cannon fodder are worthless. " "New interests? What is it? "Lesatos said deeply: "Of course" "Unicorn! The slave catcher, who had half of his teeth knocked out, smiled crazily, "I have seen it. My brother was trampled to death by a white-skinned beast. I have information, why should I tell you." " In a camp somewhere on the outskirts of the forest, the interrogator clenched his fists loudly, "After I knock out all your teeth, you will know the reason. " "come! Bastard, who is afraid? The slave catcher spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, "There are no cowards in the forest. All my brothers are dead and I am the only one left. If I can't keep the information I gained with my life, am I still a fucking man!" " "you wanna die! " He pressed and punched, but was pinched by a strong and rough hand. "Mort, back off. "The interrogator Mott respectfully stepped aside, and an old face with crisscrossed grooves appeared in front of the slave catcher. The light brown skin with water in his mouth made it clear at first glance that it wasA person who lives in the rainforest for years. The old man was holding a pipe in his mouth and had short, messy hair. He looked just like a man with mud legs in the field, but his creepy eyes were like two ice picks, piercing his brain directly. The slave catcher was stared at with sharp eyes for several minutes, and cold sweat started to flow out. He told himself not to be afraid, not to be afraid. The old man suddenly spat and put eye circles on the man's face, and he was so frightened that he overreacted and yelled. Amidst the laughter, he felt that half of his blood and strength were missing. The old man spoke, his voice still very soft: "What's your name?" "Ci, Cihu, this is the title I gave myself." "Okay, Mr. Cihu, do you know who I am." "Yes, you are a dog." Fish. The most powerful slave-catching leader of the Ears has been in and out of the forest for decades. All the people who wanted you to die are dead, but I am not afraid of you." "Have the courage, tell me. How did your brother die? " "I" Cihu originally wanted to grit his teeth and say that he should kill me. You can't even think about anything about the unicorn. But the topic turned to his brother "We were lying in ambush in the bushes, and Larry, the sentry, was suddenly shot to death, and then Then the white-haired beast rushed out, and Ger yelled for me to run, Before he finished speaking, he was stabbed through by sharp corners, and little Mani was trampled on by hooves and his head exploded Wuwu" Every time Cihu said a word, he lost a little confidence, and later he completely collapsed and burst into tears. Hengliu whimpered. Old Pike's face didn't change at all. He interrupted and said, "Make an offer, how much is it." "What?" Cihu didn't react. "Don't you want to keep the information and sell it to the Ear-Broken Guild? Selling it to me is the same, just make an offer." The topic changed too quickly, and Cihu, who was asked by the nose, didn't know what to guard against. "Two hundred no, three hundred razor coins." "Here you go." Pike threw a bag of gold coins over. The dazzling wealth made Cihu couldn't believe it. So easy? "You can tell me the information, take the money, start a small business from now on, and then forget everything in the forest. Whether it is Larry, Ger or Little Mani, they have nothing to do with you anymore. You don't have to worry about how to take revenge. Because those dead people will have nothing to do with you in the future." Cihu was stunned and speechless. "You think about it, I'll wait nearby." Pike walked aside, and Mott immediately moved a chair over and filled the old man's tobacco leaves. The struggle on Cihu’s face could be seen even by children as he held the gold coins. For half an hour, the gangsters under Dogfish were all impatient, but no one dared to disturb the smoking old man. "Pah." Cihu threw the gold coins to the old man, knelt down and said, "Boss Pike, if I exchange my brother's life for these gold coins, I won't be able to sleep well for the rest of my life. You are the best in the Southeastern League. Hunter, as long as you are willing to take me with you and let me kill that beast to avenge you, let alone the information, I will give you my life." Old Pike puffed on his cigarette and faintly exhaled: "I still need someone to carry the tent." " Okay! As long as you let me take revenge, you can eat shit!" "You go ahead, we will talk about it alone tonight." Cihu walked away happily. Mott's face was full of admiration: "Old man, you are so powerful. Not only did you get information for free in just a few words, but you also kidnapped people to do cool work. How did you know he would do this?" "Haha." Pike put out his pipe. , said plainly: "The reason why a strong person is strong is that he has faith in his heart to support him. His faith is brotherhood, and it is easy to deal with him once he sees through it." "Then what if the kid chooses money and leaves?" "It means he is tough. It's just a temporary appearance, and the heart is fragile. You can knock out the other half of his teeth with your fists, and the money and information are still mine." Mort left with satisfaction. He felt that he had learned a lot. The old man turned his head and looked at the sky of Tia Forest, silent and speechless. "Pike" was the first title given to his grandfather when he was thirteen years old and working as an oddball in the slave-catching team. Forty years have passed, and everyone calls him Pike in awe, but his original name has been forgotten. As the longest-living slave-catching leader, he has handled more than three digits of elves. The Tia Forest is his life, his battlefield. As time erodes, twilight wears away ambition, and simple slave hunting can no longer find pleasure. It is not until rumors of unicorns ring through the forest that pike feels that life has a purpose again. This is the third time he has entered the jungle in half a month. He wants a lively unicorn to bring a perfect ending to his hunting career.