You call this a shield?
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"And feed this to her."
He took out another bottle of potion.
Professionals also have criminals, so there are bound to be professionals in the prison. If there is a particularly powerful professional, can the general prison be locked?
Can't close it.
Therefore, the superiors did everything possible to get the alchemists to come up with the "Energy Devouring Potion", just to make the professionals suppressed. This thing can suppress the abilities of the professionals. The prison food that the professionals in the prison eat every day will be mixed with the medicine powder made by the energy-absorbing potion to achieve long-term control.
Either go to jail and keep eating, or just wait to starve to death.You can start to gradually recover after three days off the drug, and then return to the peak in a week or so, or swallow the antidote.
Generally speaking, this thing is only in official circulation, but unfortunately, Sheld went to a better location before—Isaiah City, where the black market is developed, and there are some smuggled goods. Sheld bought a lot of things and put them in the storage. In the object space, it is just in use now.
Feed the medicine in, tie it up, and then receive the task reward.
Then let Si Tike start to stuff the soul back.
After waking up, Dalter grinned and stood up immediately, wanting to jump towards Sheld, but was stumbled by Neveu who was standing aside, and suddenly fell to the ground with a "plop". mud.
"Woo hoo hoo hoo...!"
Dart threw his head back hard to keep an eye on Sheard, and let out a low, feline menacing growl that sounded like he had an engine in his throat.
"Well...the so-called 'elite assassins' are nothing more than that..."
Sheld knelt down slowly in front of Dart and looked at it for a while.
"This guy actually has hair?"
He was wearing a hood before, but he didn't notice it at first, but now that the hood was lifted up when Stike was searching, Sheld discovered that the other party had hair.
It's the kind of hairstyle that is tied up and has a bit of spirit. It is different from Stike's silver-white hair. It is of the same light color. Her hair is more milky white. In contrast, her own hair looks like grayed out.
Silver-gray short hair with white hair.
Very good, Fu Ruikong and the Chinese people are ecstatic.
"crow?"
"..."
No special reaction.
"Who asked you to kill me?"
"do not know."
It seems that he can understand human language, Sheld touched his chin, it is a good thing to be able to communicate, no matter what it is, even if it only needs to answer a word, it proves that there is a willingness to communicate.
"If you tell me that these are yours, I can spare your life."
Sheld pulled out a bag of money from behind as if by magic. It was not gold coins, but silver coins for change. The bag jingled.
He doesn't expect this condition to make the other party speak, but it is mainly to allow the other party to join the negotiation. As long as the other party agrees to the negotiation, it will be easy to handle, and the initiative is still in his hands.
Due to the "capture" of the system mission, Shield was not in a hurry to kill the other party.
"Even if it's a bag of gold coins, I can't say it."
Dalt gave up the meaningless growl, and with a heavy breath coming out of his nostrils, he hummed: "There will be no information about the buyer in the black market."
"Oh?"
Good guy, the co-author is from the black market?He made a mistake?
The crow didn't send anyone?Or is it that the crow doesn't come forward and uses this method, what kind of organization is this, and he is not afraid of messing things up?
"I'm the one who offered a reward on the black market?"
Sheld was a little confused: "How much?"
"20 gold coins."
"Very cheap!"
Sheld subconsciously blurted out that he, Sheld, is so fierce, a fourth- and fifth-level professional with a hammer, and there are two "elites" under his command, so this little money? 20 gold coins, well, he can receive 15 gold coins for a month's salary (golden gear chamber of commerce + church).
"You are just a businessman! There are only two female guards! How much more do you want?" Dalt sneered: "I admit it, kill or cut, whatever you want."
"However, I want to know, how did you manage to be stabbed with a sword without saying a word, as if you were really dead?"
Dalt asked in a low voice.
"Well, you should have experienced it just now? Just hit the soul out. The place where you poke it is not fatal. It can last for a while. It's that simple."
"So that's how it is..." This is similar to what she thought in her soul state just now, she is not a fool, she just guessed more than half of it after a little thought, so she smiled bitterly: "Anyway, I was wrong, I didn't expect Will fall into the hands of a small businessman."
"Businessman?" He wanted to ask from the beginning, why is he a businessman, Sheld frowned: "I'm not a businessman."
"Not a businessman? A camel beast carrying goods, two female guards, an elf, a psychic, and a middle-aged male businessman with long flaxen hair. This is the mission information."
"???"
The conditions are very similar, and Shield couldn't help asking: "The name of the mission target?"
In principle, it is not allowed to disclose these things, but maybe because he feels that his life is not long, Dalt doesn't care that much.
"...Sirobi."
"My name is Sheld Wang, I am an adventurer, and we are the Qinggu Adventure Group."
Sheld pointed at himself with a black face: "Did you find the wrong person?"
Hearing this, Dart was taken aback for a moment, and then snorted softly: "Impossible! Now that I have been caught by you, there is no need to fool me. The route given by the buyer is this one. On this road, only you can meet the requirements." ..."
"Jingle Bell……"
Darth hadn't finished speaking when the sound of bells came from a distance, and everyone involuntarily raised their heads to look into the distance, only to see a group of people walking slowly on another road section a little distance away. From far to near, the leader riding a brown horse is a middle-aged man with a mustache and long flaxen hair. Behind him are camels dragging goods and two men in revealing armor. female guard.
Obviously, these two female guards also served some other roles part-time.
"..."
Everyone turned their necks in a daze, and as the caravan went away again, everyone slowly turned their heads.That direction is the small road towards the other side, which should be a place called "Qinghe Town", which just crosses here.
Dalt's face flushed so red that not even his hair could hide the flush.
"me……"
"I" for a long time, but Dalt didn't say why.
"You, you, you, what are you?" Sheld slapped Dart on the head extremely depressed: "It's okay to kill the wrong person, but you can also be an assassin with your professional level? You are also worthy ?!"
Is this the "elite" mentioned by the system task?Where are the elite?
Isn't this a waste of emotion, isn't it?
Sheld couldn't help complaining in his heart, but it wasn't all because of Dart's parallel imports. Who would have known that there were people with the same qualifications as Sheld, and Sheld put so many tables on the camel beast, which looked like Pulling goods.
The second volume is surging: Chapter 109 Chapter 7 Is it really elite?
"Businessman" has become a "slave trader". According to Dart's criteria, Shield's current image change is probably like this.
There was a rope on the bridle lock of the camel beast, and poor Dart was tied and staggered behind, like a slave led by a slave trader-not that she was much injured or whipped. .
Even if he was hit in the abdomen by a scabbard with 30 points of strength, it only made him lose his ability to move temporarily. As a professional with relatively supermodel statistics, his physical fitness is still excellent.
Staggering, because God hurt.
There is the sadness of overturning the car, the sadness of not having expectations for the future, and the sadness of finding the wrong person...
As an assassin, finding the wrong target is like learning music without reading notation, and the entire professionalism will be questioned.
Undoubtedly, after realizing that she had found the wrong person, Sheard's words "you deserve it too" immediately gave her a big blow.
And if you look at Sheld, Dart is a hair that doesn't even have the psychological quality to be a professional assassin.
Just one sentence makes me depressed, can I be as professional as a bald man in my previous life?
Shield's definition of killer, assassin, and assassin is more like Killer 47, Altaïr, Ezio and the like. Of course, the Berserker Master Kong is not bad...
Either be professional, or, have faith.
It is necessary to pass the psychological quality, this cat girl... is it for making a living?
"How long have you been an assassin?"
"A year and a half..."
"How many missions have you performed?"
"Add four times this time."
The resume is thin, but such a short time is indeed enough to make this kind of resume, and the other party's level does not look like a fledgling, and the age does not seem to be too old.
"Oh, so it's a rookie."
Although he doesn't know what adjective rookie is, Dart can feel the irony of this word.Although she wanted to refute, the fact that she had just failed was in front of her eyes, and the courage of the past was just the past.
"Are you going to throw me in the Imperial prison, or hand me over to the slave trader?"
Sheld, who was sitting on the camel beast, raised his head, and he was also thinking about how to deal with it. Although the rookie assassin of the Civet Clan has changed from red to white on the map panel, he, Sheld, is not a fool.
It is absolutely impossible to let the past go with a smile if you kill a mistake.
This is thanks to his strength, if it is that kind of ordinary passerby, if he kills the wrong one, he will kill the wrong one.
I still keep this one now, thinking about why the system task is given to capture alive.
"Is it for selling money? Or is this person a key person who will be useful in the future, or maybe he will become my teammate?"
Sheld looked up at the sky, besides thinking, there was actually another meaning: "Almi, can you give me some hints?"
Si Di Ke gave some suggestions.
"Sold it! The civet clan is a very rare race, and it can be sold for a good price in the slave market!"
There is a formal slave trade on the Empire side, and Sheld does not comment on it. Times are different and social development is different. This world has real "races", gods, and abyssal monsters.
Remaining unsupported and unjoined is the best he can do as a human being raised by modern society.
If someone else came, he might just join.
"Rare things are more expensive?",
"This is only one aspect. The civet family will be very popular in the custom industry."
As the owner of an adult goods store in the custom industry street, Sidike is naturally clear: "The price of them is higher than that of elves! Some people like this kind, and it is said that the taste is very different from ordinary races."
As she said that, Stike glanced sideways at Neveu, who was keenly noticed by Neveu.
"I'm a half-elf!"
"Oh, that's a discount, a bargain."
Sidi Ke showed a somewhat ambiguous and teasing expression, except for the lack of pupils, which can be roughly described as "funny.jpg".
"Where am I cheap!!"
Neveu instantly showed her canine teeth and Stike clung to each other.
"Cough cough..."
This topic is a bit out of date.Sheld glanced at Dalter who was following behind. Perhaps Dalter subconsciously turned sideways after hearing Stike's words.
"Let me declare first that I have no such hobbies."
Other than Fury or something, Sheard is not of that school.
"In general, how much gold is it worth?"
"It is said that the previous boss bought it from a slave trader for 1200 gold coins. She is a professional, so it should be more expensive, right? After all, the physical condition of a professional determines that it can be played more durable."
"I wipe?"
Sidi Ke's words made Sheld look at Dart's eyes differently in an instant. The system task is correct. What a pity to kill it. It is a huge sum of money to sell it!
The conscience of modern man?
Do as the Romans do as the Romans do, and the end of the world is still ten years away, everyone eats and drinks well... Ahhh!
Well, Shields admits, for a split second, he thought something that didn't fit his values.Anyone who faces such a huge sum of money will be moved.
The bounty offered by Palasek, who was estimated to be a lord-level monster back then, and Yadwin Haige, the lord of Baishi Port, was only 1000 gold coins.
It seems absurd, the price of these flesh and blood business and the price of monsters that kill people on the front line seem to be completely in two worlds.
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