Mo Yun didn't know if all wizards didn't like psionics, but Lekibundalek's dislike for psionics had always been written on his handsome but arrogant face.

In the power system of the Dayette Mercenaries, the leader of the group, Jalaso, is the undisputed top of the pyramid, the cynical drow elf powerful but elusive. His charisma appeals to everyone in the mercenary group, but at the same time he plays with his men at his fingertips. Among the drow elves accustomed to betraying and submitting to the strong, Jaraso can always create a dilemma in which every member of the mercenary group must obey his leadership in order to gain a sense of security from the tip of the sword.

As the flamboyant lieutenants of the leader, Lekibang Dalek and Kim Murio Broza enjoy the privileges second only to Jalaso in the mercenary group.

As long as Leckie is happy, it is not difficult to let a Kimmurray's apprentice die on the surface for no apparent reason.

Maintaining a spiritual connection with the mouse, Mo Yun still clearly sensed that Leckie's dexterous fingers were gently caressing between his short hair.

This wasn't a way for the Dark Elves to show affection to each other, and Leckie didn't have to show any kindness to the regular scouts of the mercenary group. As long as he nods, the soldiers of the mercenary group will do their best to cater to him as a potion test for a high-level mage, and it is not a problem against the extremely toxic dark elves, as long as they can get a little benefit, even if it is worth it if they are used as a toy to pass the time of boredom by Leckie.

Although Lekibondalek will always exude the cold aura of a stranger, like his nemesis, Kim Murio Broza. But Mo Yun believed that as long as he hooked his fingers, there were guys in the mercenary group who were willing to sell themselves cheaply.

At this moment, a cold force was slowly flowing outside Mo Yun's scalp, and it was some kind of enchantment spell at work.

Just as most psykers prefer to use psychic connections to influence another sapient being, wizards are using magic to study the same thing. It may be that an apprentice who has just learned to learn magic can only make a drunk a drunk in a trance for a few seconds with all his strength, but a qualified graduate mage can turn a spell into a hint that confuses others, and a great mage who specializes in enchanting spells can even re-edit a person's entire memory.

There is no doubt that Leckie is also trying to create a subconscious hint for Mo Yun.

And at the same time, a stream of heat suddenly rose from the carnelian talisman that Mo Yun hung around his neck, penetrating through the skin and connecting the nerves, and in the blink of an eye, the magic power was reversed.

Leckie, who had interrupted the spell, stared at Mo Yun with some displeasure, and the young drow scout ended his spiritual connection with the mouse at the same time.

"Strong resistance to magic, and an extremely strong immunity to enchanters, is this another provocation by Kim Murray to me?" Pronouncing the old adversary's name meaningfully, Leckie grabbed Mo Yun's short hair and forced the young Drow to face him:

"All the queen priests in Mosobrai have been inspired by the goddess, a conspiracy against the great goddess is unfolding on the surface, and we Dayette mercenaries must take a stand with the ruling family and bring more information back to the Shadows. So your task has now been taken over by me, put away all the little tricks, and Kim Murray can't protect you now. ”

Mo Yun just maintained a tame look, tried not to look at Leckie's face, and tried to express his answer in a businesslike tone: "Yes, sir." ”

"Varotamp, a liar who maintains a close relationship with the great magicians of the earth. Announcing the name of the famous travel writer, Master Drow said solemnly: "This human should know what happened in Waterdeep City, and who tried to target the spider god, but unfortunately, the oracle sent down by the great spider queen did not mention this, maybe the first ruling family's Ban Rui housemother knows some details, but this cunning old guy will definitely not share more with others......"

Nervously brushing up his long white hair, Lekibundalek grabbed Mo Yun's hair again, forcing the young scout to look at him, "You keep an eye on that human liar and tell me where he is now, as well as information about his bodyguards. ”

"He's investigating among the ruins of the Leyline Labyrinth, sir. Mo Yun ignored the pain of Leckie's short hair as much as possible, and reported what he saw through the rats: "On average, every three hours, he will summon some skull monitors from Skull Harbor to exchange information with the undead about the investigation. The new owner of Skull Harbor has hired two Drow Ronin warriors to keep him safe. ”

"Of course, Skull Harbor, of course there are a lot of Drow Ronin in Skull Harbor, like you, a cunning little spider, who used to be one of them. Leckie nodded, loosening Mo Yun's short hair slightly: "Two soldiers, it's easy, but the necromancers wandering in Skull Harbor are always a nuisance. ”

In order to completely get rid of Leckie's torture of his scalp, Mo Yun had to take the initiative to make a suggestion: "Maybe we can plan a mutiny, sir." ”

"Mutiny?" Leckie glanced meaningfully at the young scout, "I suddenly realize that you are not completely useless, say, soldier, tell me your plan without reservation." ”

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Hokwan sat on his single bed, staring at Coren tossing and turning in the other bed, yawning at the fruit-scented sheets and soft, bouncy goose down quilts of the Portal Inn after getting used to the terrible living conditions in Skull Harbor, which made the Drow brothers feel a little unaccustomed.

"Hokun, I miss Mosoblay a little bit, the day when the family granted us the privilege of aristocratic life before our first hunting trip to the surface. Koren buried his face in his pillow and muttered, "But we messed up that hunt, and the elven colonies on the surface spotted us ahead of time. We didn't kill a single elf ......"

"And you accidentally stepped on a cobweb, and you forgot to wipe your boots clean. Hokun replied calmly, "So I ran away with you, or the family priest would have happily skinned us and adorned her spider shrine." ”

Koren hugged his pillow and let out a low moan, "Can we still go back to Morsoblay? I really miss the giant stalagmite magic clock 'Nabondel' in the city, and ......"

The rest of the words were blocked back by his brother: "We can't go back, let's sleep, maybe we can see the demon fire burning in the Nabondar Pillar in our dreams." 2k reading network