Overlord of the Phantom of the Elves

"Long time no see, my dear Mr. Mu."

The consul in the warehouse no longer wore a black robe that covered his body like he did when organizing the party. Instead, he wore a shirt, tuxedo, trousers, tie, pocket watch, and his hair was combed meticulously.

They look like humans and dogs - Chen Mu commented in his heart.

"If you ever talk to me like that again, I'm going to kick your ass."

Chen Mu rejected the other party's enthusiasm very coldly, and by the way, he made a joke that no one in the world understood.

"Okay, as you wish. So, Mr. Mu, do you still remember that you haven't come to the trading party I organized for a long time?"

"So what? You don't want to say that you miss me, do you?"

"I have some thoughts. In the past few years, you have been persistently seeking the secret method through various methods. But in the past week, you suddenly disappeared. Then just yesterday, I suddenly heard that you wanted to buy a batch of very large quantities of magic. Unpopular extraordinary material.

Let me look at the fruits of lampberries, tough-leaved willows, bergamot, ambergris, and tropical varieties of coconut trees.

So Mr. Mu, can you explain to us why you suddenly want to buy this batch of materials? "

At this point, Chen Mu finally understood the other party's purpose in finding him.

In the past three years, in order to become a trainer, Chen Mu's desire for secret techniques was so eager that it was almost known to everyone in the circle who knew him.

There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't find a way out at that time, so he could only use this crazy method to cast a wide net and try his luck.

Just in case.

At that time, Chen Mu actually knew that many people were laughing at him, laughing at him for not overestimating his abilities, laughing at his lack of self-awareness, and laughing at him for being a low-level trash who wanted to touch the path of a noble trainer.

But when he really disappeared one day, those who had laughed at him immediately panicked.

Because they were afraid that Chen Mu would really succeed!

The current consul's approach is actually based on this mentality.

"Mr. Mu, silence at this time is meaningless. I will tell you directly. Hand over the secret technique you have mastered, otherwise you will not be able to walk out of here intact today!"

Secret methods are different from magic potion formulas. Not only do you need to know the materials, but you also need to know the proportions and corresponding training methods to be effective.

So even if they found out what Chen Mu wanted to buy, there was still a key link missing.

Besides, the consul was not sure whether the things Chen Mu bought were the consumption of a complete secret technique.

What if there are any other materials that he has purchased in advance?

We have to guard against these!

That's why they chose to take a risk today and tricked Chen Mu into coming to this dock warehouse.

Of course, this may not be considered risky in their eyes.

Because they felt that Chen Mu had just obtained a secret method and was still in the stage of arranging materials. Don't expect any combat power at this stage.

They could not imagine that Chen Mu, who had been struggling for three years, could obtain two secret techniques in a row in just one week!

This subverts the limits of their imagination.

After thinking for a while, Chen Mu quickly had a certain prediction of the situation.

So he smiled and said: "Of course, mutual benefit and win-win, this is naturally a beautiful thing. But there must be sincerity in the transaction. Have you brought what I want? Both parties get what they need. This is the only way to trade. It’s going on, isn’t it?”

The thugs in the warehouse were sneering, as if they were laughing at Chen Mu's naivety.

But the leading chamber of commerce consul maintained his demeanor, smiled and snapped his fingers, signaling his men to bring over a box stacked at the back of the warehouse.

Opening the box, there were indeed all kinds of materials named by Chen Mu.

"Should I let go of my legs? I can't even inspect the goods." Chen Mu continued to explore in a calm tone.

Some thugs shouted: "Don't push yourself too far, boy!"

But Chen Mu remained unmoved and always looked at the consul in a tuxedo with a smile, "You have no grace at all. A trainer's business must be honorable. When you get the secret method, you will also become a high-class person in the future. , do you plan to trade in this rude way for the rest of your life?"

Chen Mu saw through the other party's psychological weaknesses - he had to wear a tuxedo in such a messy dock warehouse, always communicated with himself in an exaggerated tone, and showed a winning smile from time to time. He wanted to pick up a wine glass and start shaking it on the spot.

Because of low self-esteem, lack of respect, and because he is about to get a ticket to the upper class, the other party is now pathologically pursuing dignity and grace.

There is no longer the low profile of dressing up in black and working in the darkness when organizing gatherings in dark alleys in Xiacheng District.

Since the other party wanted to be decent, Chen Mu would praise his dignity.

"Think about it, after you get the secret method and train your elf well, you will be a trainer and a big shot in the future. Is it really appropriate to be so rude and rude during transactions?

Besides, if you don't let me go, I won't be able to write you the secret method. "

The consul stared at him, but Chen Mu was not afraid at all and always looked at him with a calm smile.

Of course Chen Mu knew that these thugs had no intention of letting him out alive, but he was now betting that the other party would misjudge his own danger, and that the guy opposite him would continue his pathological pursuit of respectability.

His smile was impeccable.

This deeply hurt the consul sitting opposite.

Because the man soon discovered that even though he was wearing formal hair wax, he still looked not as elegant and natural as the young man in front of him.

Why?

Obviously everyone crawled out of the smelly ditch in Xiacheng District!

In the end, he couldn't bear the sting and really agreed to Chen Mu's request.

"Okay, then, Lord Sand Devourer, let him go. You guys, keep an eye on him and let him write everything down."

Although the Sand-Eating Lord left Chen Mu's legs, five or six gunmen still approached Chen Mu with guns in hand, looking at him eagerly.

The consul just wanted to maintain his dignity, but he didn't really want to let Chen Mu go.

However, this was enough for Chen Mu.

Since the accuracy of flintlock guns and revolvers in this era is still very impressive, in order to ensure that there is a threat, these thugs are very close at this moment, only a few meters away from Chen Mu, ensuring that they can beat him to death with one shot. Hornet's nest.

However, they didn't know that this distance also entered the killing line of Shadow Claw!

All this stems from the misplacement of the key information: they did not believe that in just one week, Chen Mu, who had wasted three years before, could quickly obtain two secret techniques and complete the practice of one of them!

None of them could think of such a thing, so naturally they couldn't take precautions against it!

Feeling the tight sand in his legs slowly receding, Chen Mu could no longer hide the murderous intention in his heart!

(Ps: Please read it! Please! I feel very uncomfortable now...)