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Chapter 105 The recruiter is nameless(1/2)

Chapter 105 “Recruiter” Nameless

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 105 “Recruiter” Nameless

Hearing that Patch had given up his mission and ran away to fish, Wuming's expression was uncertain for a while before he finally calmed down.

Only then did he finally notice Laya again, who was restless and hesitant to speak.

"Thank you, little girl." Wuming's voice became a little softer and he was about to leave.

When Laya saw Wuming about to leave, she quickly stretched out her hand and grabbed his arm armor.

A thin film of yellow barrier appeared, penetrated by her outstretched hand.

After noticing this barrier, Laya thought of something, quickly retracted her hand, and shrank into the golden barrier.

Wuming noticed that the barrier was the same model as that of Airei Church. It was a must-have protective barrier for wealthy nobles when traveling.

"It seems that he is really a nobleman and his status is not low." Wuming thought to himself.

Although Laya retracted her hand, she still looked at Wuming.

With her hunched figure, she could only look up at Wuming, showing pitiful eyes from bottom to top:

"Um...uncle, can you do me a favor?"

"What are you busy with?" Wuming looked cheerful.

On the one hand, it was because Patch's whereabouts had been tracked, and on the other hand, he thought that the girl came from a famous family and looked silly - it looked like it would be easy to make money from her.

The nameless eyes licked La Ya's whole body like a poisonous snake, trying to find the pockets that might contain runes.

After watching it for a long time, Wuming felt a little discouraged.

The disguised human form of La Ya may indeed hide the money bag in many places, but the true identity under the illusion is clearly visible.

Apart from his body, he only wears a vest.

Unless this snake-like race has some magical special storage method, such as crops, there won't be anything valuable.

If you don’t have runes on you, you can only work on favors.

The favors of nobles are also very valuable.

Wuming listened attentively to La Ya's request.

Laya said timidly:

"I was traveling on the order of my master, but I was attacked by a gangster. He took away my important necklace. I would like to ask you to help get it back."

"Necklace..." Wuming looked at La Ya.

This girl's Snake body has a big face and a thick neck. Her neck is as wide as her body. Can she really wear a necklace?

"There can't be any fraud..." Wuming thought to himself.

According to Patch, the Lawbreakers of the Volcano Mansion are also a group of madmen who like to hunt their compatriots, similar to the Blood Fingers of the Blood Dynasty.

Wuming thought for a moment and then stopped thinking about it.

Based on his own experience of being deceived countless times, Wuming judged that this girl Laya was quite innocent.

And if there is really a scam, the caravan will get one more snake soup tonight.

"But I don't seem to know how to make snake soup..." Wuming muttered, and he sighed, "It would be great if there was a cook in the store."

Seeing Wuming's hesitation, Laya quickly said:

"Of course, I will also give you the appropriate thank you gift."

She said: "But that gangster is a fader like you. If you are really unwilling to fight with your compatriots, I will not force you..."

Wuming smiled: "Miss, you are worrying too much, I am not a fader."

Laya was surprised: "You are not a fader? But your eyes don't have any light? Or are you a snake or something?"

Wuming laughed: "As long as it benefits me, I can be a fader, and it can prevent me from making money, but it doesn't matter. Don't be so stuck on race."

La Ya poked her chin and tilted her head, unable to understand Wuming's thoughts.

"Where is that gangster?" Wuming asked La Ya about the location of the commission, "You have bullied Miss La Ya. If you don't agree, you are a little gangster, so deal with him!"

"The empty house right in front." Laya pointed in one direction.

"Miss La Ya, will you come with me?" Wuming glanced at La Ya.

La Ya shook her head:

"My mother didn't let me get out of this circle. She said there were bad people outside the circle."

The girl burst into tears: "But I was too hungry before. I smelled a scent and went out in a daze. When I came back to my senses, the necklace was taken away. I still didn't listen to my mother."

"Don't cry, I'll bring it back to you now." Wuming picked up his sword and shield, and strode forward.

Soon I found the empty house that La Ya mentioned.

This is a rather dilapidated cabin. Next to the firewood pile in front of the cabin, there is a man with an iron mask sitting there.

The man has a broad frame, and even if he is sitting aside, he can feel that he has a strong figure. He is wearing a loose cloth, which is gray and stained with stains of various colors and looks very dirty.

The man wore a rough iron barrel mask, and his eyes were exposed through the pores of the mask, making him look a bit scary.

The man's character was as bad as his appearance. When he saw Wuming approaching, he sat there and glanced at Wuming:

"What are you doing standing there? I'll kill you, get out of here."

Wuming ignored the man and focused on what was in front of him.

The masked man set up a large pot in front of him, which was filled with shrimps, crabs and other aquatic products. They were cooked until they were golden and shiny, exuding a dense steam of heat.

"Did you do this?" Wuming asked.

"So what?" The masked man glared at Wuming, "Get out of here, don't you hear me? If you don't want to die, get out of here. I'm in a good mood now and the pot is about to start. I won't kill you."

Wuming didn't react at all to the masked man's harsh words.

Having experienced various dangerous situations, Wuming knows that a dog that bites does not bark. This kind of person who kills you at every turn is not a big threat at all.

In terms of danger alone, Patch is much more sinister than this guy. Patch will kill people every time he smiles.

Wuming even felt that the masked man was shaking slightly, probably because he was afraid of him.

This is also normal.

Apart from the rather scary helmet on his head, the gangster only had a layer of rags all over his body.

Wuming himself was covered in iron sheets. In addition to his full-body armor, he also wore a sword and shield. His helmet was much stronger than the rough armor made of iron sheets by the masked man.

Just like seeing a beast bigger than themselves, people will always be afraid.

Wuming pointed to the pot of seafood:

"How's your cooking skills? Is it delicious?"

The gangster said: "How can I speak of my craftsmanship? I can't guarantee anything else. I'm good at cooking shrimps."

The gangster patted his chest:

"I am the soul-infused shrimp!"

After the gangster finished bragging, he softened his tone when he saw Wuming staring at the iron pot:

"You want to eat? Do you like shrimp too?"

Wuming nodded, but did not answer directly:

"The shrimps are good, very nutritious and powerful."

The gangster took a deep look at Wuming:

"Yes, you are very discerning. Your boy's life has been saved. Those who like shrimp are definitely not bad people."

"Aren't you a bad person?" Wuming asked back.

The gangster choked.

The gangster suddenly found himself in a dilemma.

If you want to maintain your fierce persona, you obviously can't admit that you are a good person. But if you are not a good person, doesn't that mean you don't like Xiazi?

The gangster masked man struggled for a long time, and when he saw Wuming staring at him playfully, he became a little angry:

"I'm tired of being a bad guy and want to be a good guy, can't I?"

"Okay, why not?" Wuming said, "Sir, can you please return Miss La Ya's necklace?"

"Oh, you came here for her." The gangster suddenly realized, "You want that necklace... Humph, if you want it, you should show some sincerity? It depends on the situation, maybe I am willing to sell it to you.

oh."

"Shouldn't good people hand it over directly?" Wuming asked.

"Why?" The gangster glared at him, "This is not my illegal income. That little girl ate my shrimps, and she still doesn't allow me to charge for it?"
To be continued...
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