This wizard only wants to take students

"Although I don't like you greedy wizards, since we are dealing with the bastards in the Chaos World, we have room for short-term cooperation."

When Lucian picked up the paper man, the man's mouth opened and closed gently, and a voice that only Lucian could hear sounded in his mind.

Lucian raised his head and saw only the calm and indifferent eyes of the judge.

"What should I call you? Judge? In addition, I want to know your basic abilities." Lucian asked the voice carefully in his mind.

"When I encounter a strong opponent, I will act on my own. But after the matter is over, if I can find the Chaos Altar, I want the gray eyeball on the top of the Chaos Altar."

After saying this, the paper man fell silent completely, obviously unwilling to say more to Lucian, and Lucian even heard full of disgust from the other party's tone.

"Why do I feel that this guy has a natural prejudice against wizards..." Lucian muttered in his heart, but he didn't say much. Instead, he carefully cleared an empty storage equipment and put the paper man away separately.

After all, this thing is attached to the consciousness of a certain powerful person. Lucian dare not carry this thing with him or put it in his commonly used storage ring.

However, when dealing with this matter, Lucian could vaguely hear a contemptuous "tsk".

Lucian was indifferent. After scanning the circle and making sure that no one was trading with him, he paused for a while, and then took out a few wizard-like items from the storage ring.

These were the spoils of his hunting these nights, but because of the different cultivation system, he couldn't use these spoils at all, so he simply took them out and "sold them" at the party.

"These are some of my spoils. You can exchange them for ink, some corpses, bones or items with spell patterns, or other information about Chaos Goblins." Lucian glanced around. "The price is half a drop of ink or other equivalents."

Lucian had done appraisals before, and he knew that the value of these items was actually higher than half a drop of ink. However, these things were a no-cost business for Lucian, and because he was in a hurry to cash in, he simply offered a slightly lower price to promote the transaction.

"I want this Rousseau flower, plus... this stone." A drop of golden ink flew out, and a player with pointed ears who looked like a legendary elf came over first and made a deal with Lucian.

"Do you... do you have some branches and leaves of the life fruit tree? I studied the life fruit some time ago, and I feel that some of the natural spell patterns on it are very interesting."

Lucian recognized that this player was the guy who had sold the life fruit before, and he was moved, and then he asked.

"Branches?" The player frowned, and his expression became a little alert.

But soon he seemed to think of something, and raised his chin slightly, his expression became a little disdainful.

"It's okay to give it to you, but what price can you pay? I have to tell you in advance that only noble Eldar like us can cultivate the Tree of Life. Even if I sell you a branch, you can only refine it into an item at most..."

"Don't bother with that." Lucian smiled.

"Five drops of ink, and I can only give you so many branches of the Tree of Life." The Eldar glanced at Lucian fiercely, and was about to refuse the deal, but he soon thought of another way to retaliate against Lucian. After glancing at Lucian, he quoted a very high price with a haughty expression.

At the same time, his hands also gestured, depicting the size of an adult's palm.

Lucian narrowed his eyes slightly. Branches of this size? That was not even a leaf, at most it was a fragment of a branch of the Tree of Life. The Eldar player with pointed ears had no sincerity in trading with him.

He was silent for a moment, then grinned, "Then you keep it yourself."

The Eldar narrowed his eyes slightly, but after a slight snort, he turned and left.

As he left, Lucian could still hear him mutter something. "A monkey who has never seen the world."

Lucian glanced at the Eldar, but in the end he did not say anything, and continued to trade the remaining items with other players.

"After a round of trading, I have five more drops of ink as a reserve." Lucian looked at the light layer of golden ink in the ink bottle and exhaled lightly.

His ink had been used up before, and now there were five more drops of ink. With the power of the quill pen, he also had a certain degree of flexibility and adaptability, which was also a guarantee when he entered the Mondok family mansion later.

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"Miss Lula, it's time to wake up! We are going to the Mondok family today. Also, it is said that the Duke has invited many nobles, so this temporary visit will become a dance with more families participating..."

The maid Mir helped Lucian organize his belongings while telling him some precautions.

Lucian paused and looked down.

He understood that this should be the effect of the feather pen. Under the traction of the invisible force, those players who originally planned to avoid this vortex were also forcibly drawn into the Mondok family mansion in this way.

After all, most players cannot completely get rid of the shackles of their identities!

"But this is good news for me. After all, these players are forced to enter the Mondok family mansion with their identities, and they have a fatal weakness. With Lula's talent [Mind Reading], maybe I can take this opportunity to find them in advance and then get rid of them."

Lucian was happy, and then he gently patted the paper man hidden inside the space device.

"I hope everything goes well..." Lucian took a deep breath, and then followed the maid Mir and boarded the carriage to the Mondok family mansion.

"Father, so many families came here today..."

"Oh, Dad wants to talk to them about something, and Uncle Mondok happens to be interested in this matter..." Yanos smiled, but he was unwilling to tell Lucian about this matter.

Lucian pouted, resisting the curiosity of using the [Mind Reading] talent to spy on Yanos's psychology, and instead looked at the street outside.

When the carriage turned at an intersection, Lucian's heart was slightly lifted.

Because this was the location of the "red line" he had measured before.