A dragon who doesn't want to be a killer is not a good businessman

There is no end to plans and fantasies, but having a king standing at the door of your house blowing the wind is not the etiquette of hospitality after all.

After finally inviting the suspicious person into the room, Mogan remembered that the potion he had made was still on the table - in the eyes of such a magic master, the smell and quality of the materials might reveal his little secret.

Fortunately, His Majesty the King was not interested in prying into privacy. He only glanced at the potion and crucible, and then looked at Mogan.

"So, what do you think?"

Mo Gan also wanted to know how he could reconcile the problem while maximizing his interests. He could only mention the facts first.

"I am a businessman, not a brave man...Your Majesty the King, you may have some misunderstandings about me."

He also sighed, expressing that he was really powerless.

Mogan, who is accustomed to wandering around, does not have much demand for the comfort of his residence. His residence is a two-story building with good visibility from north to south. Most of the furnishings except the attic bedroom are original furniture.

Expensive but sturdy enough.

All in all, if it is placed so that it is not in the way, it will probably be usable.

The living room is the most appropriate place for Mo Gan to tidy up. In the past few days since he came to town, Mo Gan at home has been either refining potions in front of the crucible here, or sitting and waiting for the potions to be made while admiring himself.

Love your gold coins or read some magic books.

Different from the habits of the human race, the sleeping time of the dragon race is very short, and even the weakest young dragon can stay awake for several days in a row, because the body has a huge body. Although the blood is not pure, the spirit is also more inclined to the human.

Gan is more accustomed to the normal human resting pattern, but he cannot allow himself to rest for too long before his phased plan is achieved.

At this time, Lucifer was arranged to sit on the most comfortable soft sofa chair filled with bird feathers in the entire hut. After hearing the previous words, he frowned slightly. But before he could speak, Morgan said again,

"I know a little bit of magic, but fighting is not my strong point. Lord Lestus, your strength is well known, but I am just an ordinary businessman."

"But you are a dragon." Lucifer was particularly puzzled by his show of weakness.

As soon as these words came out, Mo Gan was also a little dumbfounded.

However, it is not difficult to sense the special aura on one's own body.

He also had doubts about at what point in time he was recognized by the king as a viable candidate. But to "kill a notorious wizard", the basic identity of the dragon family can indeed make him meet the qualification selection standards.

.

But there is always one most critical question. After all, the wizard to be eliminated is named Lucifer Lestus.

It also happened to be the spokesperson who was sitting in front of him and swore he was swearing. Why did he think something was wrong?

"I remember that you had an acquaintance with the 'Master Chief', Senior Silvio, the Red Flame Demon Dragon?"

This is a very direct question, but it is more tactful than "have you had a fight".

Lucifer nodded, "He is a warrior with personality, strong strength, and his endless dragon flames impressed me deeply."

"In that case, if you are looking for a powerful dragon, why don't you go to the Demon Dragon Valley? Even if Senior Silvio is old, there are other candidates. If there are any obstacles in the Demon Dragon Valley, maybe you can consider getting to know him.

The royal knights of the Kingdom of Cole. All of them are extremely talented, and there are also candidates with magical qualifications..."

Mo Gan followed the temptation and used his rich geographical knowledge to list almost all the gathering places of warriors in the entire Cole Kingdom from beginning to end, ranging from familiar to less familiar. But at the same time, he looked at Lucifer's unmoved expression and realized that this should be

It's wasted effort.

Thinking about it, the Kingdom of Lestus itself will not lack such a good place where talented people come out.

Mogan stopped his sincere and lengthy persuasion and sighed again between words.

"So, Your Majesty Lestus, why on earth did you choose me?"

I gave him a more formal and noble title just because Mo Gan really wanted to find an answer.

This man came unexpectedly, and his opening remarks were made with the uncomfortable word "brave", which made Mogan very uncomfortable.

Although his father in this life is a royal knight who was personally awarded the "Brave Badge" by King Cole, and is a de facto "brave" in the Kingdom of Cole, Mogan still can't get used to the magic world filled with middle-aged people.

The custom of two breaths.

When he was given this badge of honor as a toy by his parents when he was young, he even got goosebumps all over his body.

"You may need an answer, but I also have my own considerations..." After hearing this question, His Majesty the King's tone suddenly became much stiffer, "But on this point, I'm afraid I have nothing to say until I can trust you."

Seeing the king's expression suddenly darken, Mo Gan couldn't help but secretly smacked his tongue.

As an "evil wizard", Lucifer has a little talent for scaring people, and perhaps has basically mastered the skill of putting on airs.

——A little, but not much.

"But if you have other needs, you can tell me." The king did not realize that this threat lacked aggressiveness, and even planned to use comfort to redeem it, "Do you need gold? I don't have a Cole shield, Lestus

There are quite a few currencies..."

Of course it is.

That’s what I thought in my heart, but Mo Gan wouldn’t say that.

"So, I need help with something."

The delaying tactic is also a kind of strategy. Mo Gan is not in the habit of writing blank checks, but it does not mean that he has nothing to gain.

"I have also said that I am a businessman and I naturally pay attention to fair transactions. Of course, I cannot easily agree to your unreasonable request. I need a more convincing reason, and you are unwilling to explain because you do not trust me.

In this case, establishing my credit will naturally require a process. Sir Lestus, why don't we make an exchange agreement as completely equals."

After digesting this sentence for a moment, Lucifer nodded immediately, and then shook his head as if he remembered something.

"If it's a transaction, I don't seem to have any other needs."

"You said you were going to 'teach me how to kill you'. There should be a practical plan?"

Lucifer nodded solemnly. For some reason, whenever the topic came up around his opening words that made Morgan shiver, this king with unusual reactions would always become very serious, as if he was turned on.

A wonderful switch.

Even though his manners have always been maintained in the best condition, and he is meticulous in walking, sitting and lying down, this change in mood is still significant - one of the reasons why Mogan, who had met members of the royal family in the first place, could believe that he was the king.

"I can cooperate with your plan. You propose a plan... that is, what to do, and then I will tell you the terms of exchange. If we reach an agreement, we will implement it according to the plan. I can get my reward as I wish, and you can be sure

Do I meet the qualifications you require - this is a trial period."

"Trial?" Lucifer was a little confused. As expected, his focus was not on track.

But Mogan's calculations were good and he was quite satisfied with his performance. He is probably the most exploitative worker of the boss. He has reserved his own remuneration range, and whether he meets the requirements is a proposition that can be controlled at any time. According to him,

The idea that poor performance can lead to disappointment is really convenient - in the end, even the work content will most likely be more beneficial to you.

However, he dared to say it, and His Majesty the King also dared to believe it, and he believed it quite thoroughly.

"Can."

This result did not surprise Mogan, because if he had not discovered earlier that the king was not deeply scheming, not cruel, and that he was more demanding of others than giving orders, he would not have put all the people in this way.

The initiative is in your own hands.

But the other party agreed so happily that Mogan finally felt his heart skip a beat.

Just because this was not a situation he often faced, it gave him an unpleasant feeling of strangeness.

Whether as a businessman, himself, or as a "brave" as others call him, Mogan is often not afraid to speculate on anyone with the greatest malice. The more serious the problem, the more so. Even if he wants to believe his first instinct,

I also know that no matter what, the judgment I am most inclined to is usually the best judgment, and this is not an absolutely certain answer.

He tried his best to maintain his dignity, but he still had an uncontrollable fear of failure, just because he died once.

Mo Gan never wanted to die a second time.

Although the person in front of me who also has the title of "Executioner" does not look surprising, in terms of strength, he is undoubtedly the candidate closest to danger.

Since the price others would have to pay for him was still unclear, although Mo Gan was prepared, he still spoke slowly.

"So Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

His Majesty the King, who may have ulterior motives in Mogan's eyes, did not hesitate at all. The two sentences seemed to have been rehearsed for a long time, and they were delivered crisply and smoothly, "Then we will meet at the nearest port tomorrow morning. I have something to give to you.

you."

"...I have something to do in the morning."

This wasn't a lie or some weird trick. There was indeed something to be done in Mogan's original plan, otherwise he wouldn't have changed his mind temporarily and postponed the time to use Robbie.

"Then tomorrow, you decide." Lucifer was very happy, "I can do it anytime."

He had already activated his ultimate move, but he was faced with someone else's normal attack - this wasn't even considered an attack, at most it was just a slap in the face.

Mo Gan took a deep breath. Apart from being relieved, he almost didn't want to admit that he felt a sense of shame for no reason in his heart.

"In that case, what is your request?"

Lucifer's aristocratic posture remained as usual, but there was a slight flutter, like a calm version of eagerness to try. This emotional fluctuation was not obvious and was specifically reflected in the high-pitched tone at the end of the sentence, but Morgan, who was good at observing words and expressions, could see it clearly.

It seems that this extremely capable King is also very curious about what he can do for others, otherwise he would not have said "If you need help, you can ask me for help" so many times in a short period of time.

Perhaps palace life is too plain and boring?

After spending so much effort, Mo Gan rubbed his temples and said the reply he had been preparing for a long time.

"Sir Lestus, I want to ask you three questions."

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