"Master Birkins, Lord Chris is here!"
Fatty Birkins played with the large mithril ring in his hand and waved his hand, saying, "Please come in!"
Not long after, a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes was invited into Birkins's living room.
Birkins was indeed the richest man in Sibor. His living room could really be described as "magnificent". All kinds of pure gold ornaments were placed in the room, and a few famous oil paintings from the Empire of Saint Reims were placed on the wall. The lights on the ceiling were magical crystal lamps powered by magic crystals. It was incomparably gorgeous, brightening up the room.
When Birkins saw the middle-aged man, he did not greet him arrogantly like he usually did. Instead, he immediately stood up and greeted him.
"I am Birkins. It is my honor to do business with the famous Lord Chris!
Hahahaha! "
The fatty was not cultured. His words were not as beautiful as those politicians, but at least he had put down his arrogance.
Mage Chris nodded, but did not reply. Instead, he looked at the decorations in the living room with great interest. His eyes then became somewhat disdainful. However, this disdain was hidden very deeply, and Birkins did not see it.
Every mage on the continent was not an ordinary person. This saying was applicable to all mages on the continent.
They were a very extreme group — arrogant, conceited, and powerful strength gave them great confidence. This caused them to not show any respect to anyone other than the strong.
They had a diligent heart that ordinary people could not understand. Every mage had to study the true meaning of the Elemental Mysteries day and night. This caused them to have an extremely rigorous and incomprehensible mentality.
Unlike Zaliya, who was a gifted mage like Medusa, human mages constantly meditated and practiced, and experienced countless battles to gradually improve their strength.
Chris was already a level seven magician. He had been chosen by his teacher since he was six years old. He had trained hard all the way until now. This kind of strength, honed by decades of battle, gave him a position that no one could take lightly.
Just now, when he looked around, he found that although Birkins's living room was decorated luxuriously, it had a thick smell of nouveau riche. The most vulgar gold ornaments were used everywhere to show off one's status. This was obviously a very vulgar method.
The two oil paintings hanging on the wall were even more ridiculous. Birkins obviously did not understand that he had been cheated. None of the two paintings were authentic!
The seemingly bold and unrestrained strokes of the two oil paintings were full of very obvious flaws. Anyone who had a little understanding of these two painters would be able to see that these two paintings were fake.
Chris's feet stepped on the red carpet that covered the living room and stood straight. He wore a straight and fitting dark robe that could not help but reveal a sense of arrogance. After looking around the living room, he looked at Birkins who was as fat as a ball and said in a low voice, "I am here for the mithril. What do you want? Tell me."
Straightforward, no nonsense.
There was a saying on the road, "Mages are all in a hurry." This saying seemed to be true.
A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in Birkins's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a somewhat flattering fake smile. He smiled and said, "No problem, no problem. I have a lot of mithril here. It's just that I have some knowledge that I need to ask of you …"
"Speak."
"Err …" Birkins rubbed his fat hands and said, "Kill one person, no, two people!"
"Ten pounds of mithril for each person!"
Mithril!
Not a mithril mine!
Birkins's eyelids twitched when he heard this. What an exorbitant demand!
But in order to get his hands on the three little beauties, a little blood was nothing.
Birkins's mithril mine could only produce about ten pounds of mithril in a month, but each pound of mithril could be sold for tens of thousands of gold coins.
Birkins, who was rich, was not afraid of scraping off a layer of his thick wealth. After hesitating for only a few seconds, Birkins nodded and said, "Deal!"
Chris's expressionless face finally showed a trace of a smile. He took out a piece of parchment from his dimensional bag and waved his hand. The parchment floated in the air. Then, he took out a pen and scribbled down a contract. After asking Birkins in detail about the target he wanted to assassinate, he wrote all the contents on the contract, signed his name, and pushed it to fat Birkins.
"What does this mean?" Birkins did not understand the common contract spells between magicians and asked foolishly.
"Sign your name, and the contract will take effect." Chris did not want to say more. He did not have a good impression of the fat man in front of him.
He was just taking the money to do the job.
After Chris reached grade seven, he traveled around the world, and his strength was slowly approaching the threshold of grade eight. At the same time, he became a famous wandering magician in Saint-Rames. As a respected magician, he would receive special treatment wherever he went.
But this time, he suddenly put down his status and cooperated with Birkins, a nouveau riche with nothing but money. It was all because of the rarity of mithril in Saint-Rames!
Mithril was a precious material for magic experiments. From the production of magic staffs to large-scale magic arrays, even the production of space rings, this rare ore vein was almost monopolized by Birkins in Saint-Rames. When Birkins took the initiative to look for Chris, he immediately realized that it was a profitable deal, so he agreed to it.
But the nouveau riche in front of him did not seem to have any common sense as a magician. He stared blankly at the contract.
"Just sign your name," Chris repeated.
"Uh … I don't know how to write …" Birkins replied with some difficulty.
* * *
When he returned to the hotel, he met Sylvia and Salia who had been waiting for him at the door. The two little girls were talking about something. Sylvia was waving her little fist and nagging, and Salia was nodding in agreement.
"So, you must find a tall, handsome knight to be your partner!
They are the real heroes!
Isn't that right?
Just like the Stoker Dragon Slayer Knight who dared to face the giant dragon. That's a real man! "Sylvia said to the little girl with an impassioned face.
The latter hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said, "Yes!"
But who the knight in her heart was, it was unknown.
"Nana, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Many took off his cloak and put it back into the space ring. He picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip.
"Nothing, I … I'm just telling Salia not to be fooled by those pompous hypocrites in the future!
That Podor is not a good guy! "Sylvia hugged Many's arms without hesitation, as if to prove something.
Sure enough, Salia looked at her Sister Nana and Many's intimate behavior, and the corners of her mouth drooped down without a trace.
What are they doing?
Many scratched his head, but did not ask much. Instead, he said, "Why don't you two go shopping?
Salia, have you trained today? "
The little girl pouted and nodded. For the first time, she did not want to talk much.
Many raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then turned to look at Sylvia in confusion. The latter hugged Many's arms tightly, lowered her head, and said in a low voice with a somewhat fierce tone, "Just now, someone came and said he was looking for you, but you weren't here. So, the two of us waited for you here."
"What did he do?" Many immediately became vigilant. There was basically no loophole in the matter of him killing Bordeaux!
Did someone come looking for him so soon?
"He said he was from some smithy. When he saw Salia, he even asked where her 'husband' went …"
After saying that, she pinched his arm hard, causing Many to gasp!
Oh my … Messi, that bastard!
Salia, who was at the side, blushed like an apple and immediately shouted, "Sister Nana, stop talking!"
However, she still looked at Many's bitten arm with heartache. She wanted to go over and rub it, but she did not dare to do so. She just twisted her fingers and did not say anything.
"Alright, alright, Nana, stop fooling around." Many pulled out his arm that had a red mark on it and held her hand. "That was a misunderstanding. I'm going to look for him now. If the two of you have nothing to do, why don't you come with me?"
When Salia heard that, her eyes immediately turned into crescents. Her delicate lips curved into a charming smile, and she said crisply without thinking, "Okay!"
However, the moment she said that, she seemed to have thought of something and cast a shifty glance at her Sister Nana. The latter sighed helplessly, but held Many's hand tightly and said, "Let's go together!"