Don't Call Me A Succubus, I'm Really Just A Warlock!

Four days later.

On the first day after joining the special operations team, Mu En had a barbecue party with Drizzt and the others.

Set out on the mission immediately the next day.

So he didn't know much about the Special Operations Team.

In the past few days, Mu En met with Drizzt to get to know each other again. In summary, the special operations team is actually a place to do something for those who cannot be assigned to the Winter Fortress Legion.

There are many teams like this in Winter Fortress.

After joining the legion, you get a monthly allowance, but the special operations team only has the option of including food and accommodation, and even the salary is only five hundred silver coins.

So in order to buy a cake for Sivana, Mu En found a job in a tavern.

Irelia has collected all the money in her team and handed it over to Mu En.

The members of the Ranger Legion team spent a lot of money. Mu En did a rough calculation and found that the total money given was enough to buy twenty or thirty cakes.

But Mu En had no intention of keeping it for herself or using it to buy the cake she owed.

He planned to wait for Shyvana to come back and build her a house directly out of cakes.

This way you can eat it when you turn around, how comfortable it is.

The tavern where he works is in the center of the outer city of Winter Fortress. The people who come here to drink are basically people who have retired from the front line to rest.

But in the Winter Fortress, are there any who have never been on the front line?

So the identity of the customer is quite normal and there is nothing to make people feel special.

The tavern owner is a half-orc, and he is currently worried about the tavern's turnover.

According to him, there is nothing new in the pub now, and there are usually no activities. Customers who simply enjoy the drinking atmosphere find it very boring.

The boss wanted to make the business better, but his limited brain capacity prevented him from thinking about it. He was so worried that he lost a lot of hair in the past few days.

At this time, Mu En was wearing the waiter's clothes provided by the tavern, holding a plate and serving drinks to female customers.

The boss was sitting not far away, looking over here.

The boss discovered that the bulk of his recent income was from the wine sold from Mu En.

Normally, sales will decline during this period.

However, after Mu En arrived, sales remained the same as before, and even tended to increase.

After the boss's observation, he found that the influencing factor causing this phenomenon was Mu En.

Since Mu En is the only one here, if the customer is a woman, she will order an extra drink or simply a bottle of wine.

The boss thought of his self-introduction when interviewing Mu En.

"I'm a warlock."

At that time, he said this.

The boss has never come into contact with warlocks. After all, warlocks are too rare.

But he had heard many stories about warlocks, and he knew that warlocks relied on charm to make a living.

However, now that he has seen it with his own eyes, it has really broadened his horizons and he knows how charming a warlock really is.

But the boss thinks that the deeper reason is that Mu En has a beautiful face that makes people want to bully her.

The women in the Winter Fortress have been fighting on the front lines for so long, and they think they are the servants of men.

So after seeing Mu En in the tavern, the motherly nature deep in her heart was aroused, and she ordered more wine to take care of him.

Perfect logic.

The tavern owner couldn't help but give himself a thumbs up, but Mu En didn't know what the owner was thinking.

If he knew, he could probably deduce the final expression of the boss's ideas.

Isn’t this just public relations?

I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running away.

Mu En will never do anything that sells sex.

He is a serious warlock!

After arranging the last guest, it was already dark outside. Mu En said hello to the boss and left work.

Mu En saw Shyvana returning to the library. After leaving the tavern, he went to the cake shop, exchanged all his money for cakes, and filled the storage bag.

Arriving at the Winter Library, a familiar figure was sitting at the table.

Shyvana was angry.

Her cheeks were bulging, like a hamster, and those who looked at her couldn't help but want to poke her.

It's just that with the identity of the dragon, basically no one will have the heart and courage to turn the action into reality.

Mu En walked to the table. The bookshelves in Winter Library were still the same as when she left here.

This means that no one has read a book these days.

But in the past month, he didn't see many people reading.

Adding up all the people who came, there couldn't even be more than twenty.

Mu En opened the storage bag, took out cakes from inside, and placed them in front of Sivana.

Looking at the cakes of different varieties, greed appeared in her eyes.

At this moment, in her eyes, these cakes are probably more important than Mu En.

But she seemed to have finally remembered Mu En's existence and decided to entertain him first.

So, Shyvana said: "Sit."

Mu En glanced to the side, but there were no extra chairs for him to sit on.

He had to sit on the ground.

After Sivana said this, she turned her attention back to the cake.

She counted it several times and there were thirty-nine cakes in total.

But what Mu En actually owed her was only fifteen.

"You can take the extra ones back."

She pushed the extra cake to Mu En's side.

Shyvana was obviously feeling distressed, but she still had a nonchalant expression on her face. She didn't know that her eyes had revealed her true thoughts.

"This..." scratching his head, Mu En said, "I gave it all to you. This is in the ruins. In order to repay you for saving them, the people of the Ranger Legion team collectively paid for the cake."

Shyvana's eyes suddenly lit up.

Her hands were extremely fast and she immediately took back the cake she pushed.

Holding a cake full of cakes in his arms makes people feel a little funny for no reason.

Mu En covered her mouth and coughed twice, suppressing her smile.

He was professionally trained not to laugh unless he couldn't help it.

…

Winter Fortress, where the dwarves reside.

A group of top dwarf blacksmiths surrounded a golden scepter, and they kept discussing.

"Is there any result?"

At the very back, Furian asked, leaning against the wall.

"No, the craftsmanship of Swain's golden scepter is beyond our imagination, and we know nothing about the materials used.

So if you want to repair it, it's basically impossible.

If you want to use other materials to replace the function, this can be done, but I don’t know if the function will be lost after the repair. "

said one of the oldest dwarf blacksmiths.

"Does that mean he is no different from trash?" Fulian raised an eyebrow.

"You can't say that. After all, it can still be displayed as a rare item." The dwarf blacksmith shrugged.

"..."

Furian looked at him, "So what's the difference?"

"Well, it makes no difference." The dwarf blacksmith suggested, "How about we take off the gem at the top of the scepter? This gem is much more interesting than the scepter itself."

"It's up to you." Furian looked at the time and left here.