The Legend of Fatality

Daimara looked at Geely, and apparently noticed her **** lips. She turned her head and wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. However, Daimara's eyes continued to linger on her, looking up and down. She was wearing a simple white button-down top and a pair of suspenders, but she could still tell that this was a girl.

Although from the appearance, she is not tempting at all. With her green face and thin body, she feels that she does not even look like sixteen years old. But she had to admit that some men like this kind of woman.

She considered whether to use a bit of "magic" on him, but he turned away at last. "Fatlin Association officials have agreed with us that the time for talks is coming," Daimara said. "are you ready?"

Russell rolled his eyes. Fatty body sat down in the chair behind the desk and spent a little time squeezing the pile of meat into it. "Everything in your plan is perfect, so don't bother me, Daimara! Go back to your room and wait."

Daimara frowned, and suddenly turned away from the room, muttering in a low voice.

Geely looked around, looking at the decoration of the house, the dress of the servant and the overall atmosphere, and finally she walked to Russell's desk. The thief's head was flipping through a stack of documents, apparently deciding what to put on the table so that officials of the Fatalin Association could see it.

"Russell." Geely said softly. "The servant's dress looks too advanced."

Russell frowned and raised his head. "What are you mumbling about?"

"Your servant." Geely repeated, his voice still soft. "Master Broderick should have nowhere to go. He will keep the luxurious clothes left before, but it is impossible to afford such a high-level servant. Maybe he will use a slave instead of a servant."

Russell stared at her and began to ponder. From the appearance, nobles are no different from slaves, but the servants chosen by Russell are dressed in the clothes of the low-rank aristocratic servants of Istania-because of the special circumstances, the lords allow their servants You can wear colorful vests, and their standing is more confident.

"Officials of Fatalin Association must think that you are almost exhausted." Geely said. "The servants in the room should all use slaves."

"What do you know?" Russell said fiercely to her.

"I know enough." Geely's words just came out, and she immediately regretted it. It sounds too rebellious to say so. Russell raised his hand full of jewels as expected, and Geely saw his movements, stiffened, ready to slap in the face of the coming. She has no more "magic" to waste, after all, she feels that they have little left in her body.

However, instead of hitting her, Russell sighed, and the fat and chubby hand pressed on her shoulder. "Why do you always provoke me, Geely? Do you know that if you meet someone who is not as kind and kind as me, you have already sold you to a meat dealer? Do you want to be in a mage's Serve him on the bed until he is tired of you and solves you? Or turns you into some experimental material. "

Geely looked down at her feet, but the words she became Russell scared her, especially the wizard's experiment.

Russell's hand increased, and her fingers pinched the skin at the junction of Geely's neck and shoulders, making her unable to bear the pain. Her reaction made him laugh.

"I really don't know what use I have to keep you, Geely." He said, constantly struggling. "When your brother betrayed me before, I should have dealt with you long ago. Alas, I am too soft-hearted."

He finally let go of her, and then, with one finger, told her to stand next to a tall indoor plant. She followed her instructions and adjusted the angle so that she could see the whole room. But as soon as Russell turned, she began to rub her shoulders desperately.

Geely said to himself in his heart: It was just another pain. The pain doesn't matter, I endure it.

Russell sat for a long while, and then as she expected, waved her hands and let two "servants" come to him.

"You two!" He said. "Your clothes are too expensive. Go and wear something that looks like a slave servant-by the way, bring six more people."

It wo n’t take long for the room to be full of people as suggested by Geely, and the officials of the Fatalin Association will be there at any time.

Geely watched the officials of the Fatalin Association proudly step into the room. Like all senior officials of the Fatalin Association, he is a mage. However, he wore a dark gray robe and shaved his head differently. The tattoos on the head and around his eyes flashed a special light. Geely seemed to feel some powerful power from above.

This magistrate officer is a senior official of the Finance Department of the Fatalin Association, followed by a row of low-level clerks. They did not shave their heads, but wore robes of different colors.

As soon as the mage official entered the house, Russell stood up to show respect. No matter how noble the nobles are, they will be so courteous to mages of this level. The mage did not bow, and did not even make any response. He made a big stride to the seat opposite Russell. A man disguised as a servant stepped forward and brought wine and fruit for the proud mage.

The Master fiddled with the fruits at random, and let the servant stand and hold the plate obediently, as if he were just a piece of furniture.

"Master Broderick," the mage finally spoke. "I am glad that we finally have the opportunity to meet."

"Me too, Master Master." Russell said.

"Why can't you come to the headquarters building of the Fatalin Association and ask me to visit you here?"

"It's because of my knee, Master," Russell said. "My doctor recommended that I try not to move around."

And you really should be afraid of going to the headquarters building of the Fatalin Association, Geely thought.

"This is so," the mage official said lightly. "Your knees are not good. It is unfortunate for people who work in transportation to have this situation."

"I don't need to travel in person, Master Master." Russell said, lowering his head. "In fact, I am only responsible for business."

You performed well, Geely thought. You have to stay humble, Russell. You need to pretend to have no way to show the mage.

Geely needs this plan to succeed. Otherwise Russell would blame her for the failure of the plan and would beat her-because he thought she was his lucky charm. She was n’t sure if he knew why his plan would be smooth as long as she was in the room, but he obviously connected the two things together, which made her precious, and her brother always said to her, To save life in this world, the most important and easiest way is to make yourself an indispensable existence.

"It turns out so." The mage nodded. "But unfortunately, I am afraid it might be too late for you this time. The Finance Department has already voted on your proposal."

"So fast?" Russell was really taken aback.

"Yes." The mage replied absently, taking a sip of the wine lightly, and still not letting the servant back. "Master Dean disagrees, and walnut ..." The mage seemed awkward when he pronounced the name. "Master Walnut also thinks this proposal is not too attractive, so we decided not to issue you a contract."

Russell sat in shock in the original position. This answer was completely beyond his expectation, and he said after a while. "I am sorry to hear you say that, sir."

This mage came to see you, Geely thought. This means that there is still room for consultation with the Fatalin Association.

"Really sorry." Russell continued, making the same inferences as Geely. "This is really a pity. I was going to propose another better proposal to the Fatalin Association."

The mage raised a tattooed eyebrow. "I don't think it will make any difference. Some people in the parliament believe that if we find a more stable family to take charge of our transportation, the headquarters of the Fatalin Association can get better service." https: //

"That would be a very serious wrong decision." Russell said smoothly. "Let me confess to you, sir. We all know that this contract is the last hope of the Broderick family. After losing the Ogborn transaction, we can no longer afford the cost of the ferry to Bill Barry. , Without the contract of Fatalin Association, my family will be in financial desperation. "New 81 Chinese website update the fastest mobile terminal: https: /

"You can't touch me by saying that, sir." The mage official said.

"Can't you?" Russell asked. "Please think about it, sir, who will provide you with a better service? Will it be a family with dozens of contracts to be considered at the same time, or will your contract be regarded as the last family hoped for? Fatalin Association will not find A partner who is more willing to cooperate than those who have nowhere to go. Let my ship greet your people from the port of Tutuga and let my employees **** them. You will never be disappointed. "

You performed well, Geely thought.

"Hmm ..." the mage official said thoughtfully.

"I am willing to give you a long-term contract, fixed only 50 gold coins per boat per trip, sir. Your people can ride our fleet at will, and I will provide the **** they need."

Mage officials raised their eyebrows. "This is half of the fee you previously proposed."

"Yes." Russell said. "We have nowhere to go. My family needs to keep the fleet running. Fifty gold coins will not bring us profits, but this is not important. Once the contract of the Fatalin Association makes our situation stable, we can find other contracts. Come fill our vault. "

The mage official was deep in thought. This is a great deal-good enough to be suspicious. But Russell's performance created a family image that was about to collapse. The leader of the other gang, Daimara, spent two years planning, deceiving, and designing the scam, all for the scam to this point. The Fatalin Association cannot fail to consider the feasibility of this opportunity.

Mage officials also thought of this. The Fatalin Association is more than a bureaucratic and legal decision-making unit on Fatalin Island ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is more like a family. The richer it is, the more cooperative contracts that are beneficial to it, and the more power it can manipulate in other subordinate departments of the association, let alone the relationship with other mages. However, this Master Master is obviously still a bit hesitant, and Geely can clearly see that his eyes clearly show her quite familiar suspicions. He will still not accept the contract.

Now, Geely thought. It's my turn.

Geely cast her "magic power" on the mage. She tried to stretch her strength, not sure what she was doing or even knowing why it could be done, but her touch came entirely from intuition. From the age of ten, after years of careful training, she discovered that she could do things that others could not.

She tried to touch the mage's emotions, find the negative part, and then suppress it.

He began to become less suspicious than it was at first, and he no longer worried about the doubts. His expression began to be tame. The worries in his heart began to melt slowly, and Geely could see a calm expression in his eyes, and he began to control his emotions.

However, the magistrate still seemed a little uncertain. As a result, Geely increased the output of magic power to suppress those negative feelings even harder. The mage began to tilt her head, a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to speak, but she moved his emotions once more, desperately exhausting all her "magic".

He suddenly paused again.

"Okay." He finally said. "I will present your new proposal to the Fatalin Association. Maybe we can still reach a consensus."

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