"Duke, were you serious just now? Just invite a complete stranger to join us?" about two kilometers away from the forest cabin, Sophia finally couldn\'t help asking questions from the bottom of her heart.

As a young woman without any background, she climbed step by step from the bottom to her current position and made great sacrifices that ordinary people can\'t imagine. Therefore, she can\'t accept anyone who can be on an equal footing with herself as soon as she enters the organization, or even climb to her head and give orders.

Prince fakurest took the reins, stopped the horses, stared at each other\'s beautiful emerald eyes, and after a while slowly said, "whatever? Do you think so? Or do you think I made a stupid mistake?"

"No! I didn\'t mean that! Please don\'t get me wrong!" Sophia was obviously startled by the severe tone and shook her head desperately.

Since seeing how drew died with her own eyes, her fear and awe of the leader have increased to an unprecedented level, for fear of accidentally offending each other and stepping into the former\'s footsteps.

After all, cindiga is not a charitable organization. If the senior management thinks that a member has a problem, the way to deal with it will certainly not be to dismiss him, but to arrange him for a mortal task. Even if he is lucky not to be killed by the enemy, he will die in his own hands at the last minute.

In fact, Sophia has personally executed at least ten members of suspected spies. She knows very well what will happen if she causes the Duke\'s suspicion.

"Hum! An idiot! You simply can\'t understand how important the wizard is for us. Once he chooses to join us, we can get an eye liner inside Dalaran. By this way, the whole organization can gain enormous intelligence advantages. But you, you still care about the poor right in your hands."

With merciless irony, the warlock who always hid in the dark finally took off his hood and exposed the orc\'s iconic green skin and tusks, to be exact, a female ORC.

However, different from the strong and rude image of most orcs, she seems to be a little thin, cunning eyes are always scanning around, and anyone she looks at will lower her head involuntarily.

I\'m afraid it\'s hard for outsiders to imagine that an orc can obtain such a high status in an organization full of human beings.

"I care about power?! I\'m worried that the organization will be infiltrated by guys of unknown origin! Don\'t you forget how much damage was caused by a spy from storm city six months ago?" Sophia argued loudly.

The orc warlock turned to Duke fakurest and said, "Sir, I think it\'s necessary to lure the young mage. According to my experience, humans at this age usually can\'t stand temptation. Either power, wealth, power, or wealth, there is always a desire that can arouse him to hide in his heart."

"Oh? Dear marez, if I guessed right, you must have evil plans again, right?" Duke fakurest raised his mouth slightly and looked forward to it.

"That\'s right! During the battle just now, I noticed that the young mage was very interested in the void walker, so I have a book recording summoning and controlling demons. I believe it will arouse his interest. Then, we need a rose with thorns..."

Speaking of this, the Orc Female warlock called marez stared at Sophia with profound meaning, which is self-evident.

"Asshole! I\'m not a prostitute! You don\'t want me to do such a cheap thing!" Sophia undoubtedly felt insulted and clenched her fist.

I believe that if the warlock was not followed by a void walker, she would probably rush up and punch the other party in the face.

"Calm down, marez is right. I think you should sacrifice a little for the organization. Of course, I don\'t mean you have to have something with him. For men, it\'s best not to get it many times. By the way, you can\'t do it, marez!"

"As you wish..."

Before Sophia could react, a charming demon suddenly appeared in the dark, opened his mouth and kissed her soft lips.

In just a few seconds, her eyes began to be lax, followed by an extremely pleasant state. When she separated, she had completely lost herself and became a slave to each other.

"Hehe, what a tempting snack. My dear master, please tell me. What do you need her to do?"

"It\'s very simple. I hope she will seduce a young mage."

"I see. As you wish."

……

At the same time, the caravan, two kilometers away, also set off overnight and headed for Dalaran.

The frightened old George didn\'t want to stay around the wooden house full of corpses for another minute. With Zhang Cheng\'s permission, he quickly organized the Coachmans and loaded all the books and boxes in the room into the carriage.

As for Zhang Cheng himself, he lay quietly on one of the carriages, quietly took out the strange parchment scroll, and saw that it said: the task of eyes in the dark is completed, and you have obtained the professional skill - alchemy.

"Sure enough, just like last time, I directly instilled the corresponding knowledge into my brain. Now I can make some simple magic potions." he whispered and read his memory.

Compared with the direct refining of the formula learned in the game, the real magic potion needs a series of professional tools, complex steps and exquisite craftsmanship.

Mistakes in any link will lead to the scrapping of the whole bottle of liquid medicine.

However, his major in alchemy showed him a way to make money. At least after returning to the familiar and strange earth, he didn\'t have to continue to make a living by washing dishes.

"Fa... Mr. mage, please have an apple."

Just when Zhang Cheng was thinking about how to make money from alchemy, a timid voice interrupted him.

Jenny, the daughter of old George, did not know when she climbed into the carriage with a big red apple in her hand.

"Thank you."

Zhang Cheng politely thanked him, took a bite, looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and unconsciously fell asleep.

I don\'t know how long it took. Anyway, when he opened his eyes, the sun had climbed to the top of his head. He just wanted to turn over and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a soft thing under his head. When he looked back, it turned out to be Jenny\'s legs.

It turned out that this little guy used his legs as a pillow for him all night. At the moment, the expression on his face is very uncomfortable. You don\'t have to ask. It must be sour and numb