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The evening breeze blew over his body and into the milky slits of his robe, causing him to shiver and get up.
"Where the hell am I? Serfar, where did you bring me? Is this still in the country?"
What came into view was a desolate mountain wilderness, and a Serfael squatting on the ground like a dog.
"I'm asking you!" Latis grabbed Serfal by the back of her collar and tried to lift her up... but couldn't.
"(???) I can't?" Serfar said innocently, then grinned, "(?皿?)"
"Don't imitate my laughter!" Latis angrily grabbed her two dragon horns and shook her violently back and forth:
"Where's my brother? Where's my brother?! How am I supposed to learn magic without a brother? Where am I supposed to get pocket money without a brother? Where am I supposed to find beautiful elves without a brother?! Give me back my brother!"
“Serfal… I don’t remember… the taste of an elf…” Serfal swayed as he looked at Latis, his expression hesitant.
Latis stopped, took a deep breath, and asked:
"What do you want to say?"
"(?Dan?)"
"Get lost! Are you a dog?! Give me back my brother!"
……
In the distance, a man wearing a black headscarf released the fourth-circle Arcane Eye spell he was holding and stood up hesitantly.
"Well, Banana, did you see that? Who's over there?"
A hoarse voice sounded behind him. Mo Jiao turned around and looked at the man wearing a black tricorn hat who was speaking among a group of people wearing black hats.
"Boss, I saw..."
"What did you see? Stop dawdling!"
The banana scratched its head and said hesitantly:
"Wa saw a man...and a red dragon girl..."
"and then?"
"That man was grabbing the red dragon girl's horn..."
"Uh, are they mercenaries who resell dragon horns?" the demon asked after a moment's thought.
"No, no..." The banana struck a pose like riding a motorcycle, then shrugged his hips. "It's like this..."
"Hiss!" The demon gasped, unable to resist taking off his tricorn hat and fanning himself with it. His bald head reflected the setting sun, making him look dazzling.
"Demon Girl Encyclopedia!" he shouted, "That... well..."
“Boss Demon, I’m here.” The girl wearing a black cat-ear-shaped hat squeezed out of the crowd and immediately replied, “The Red Dragon Girl has between 200 and 320 teeth. Adult Red Dragons replace all their teeth every year to ensure their biting power and eating speed.”
"Amazing..." The demon touched his bald head and said in shock.
"Boss, I have a feeling that man," Banana said hesitantly, wiping the sweat from under his headscarf, "is at least a legendary-level elder..."
"Are you sure?" the demon asked in a deep voice. "A legend is enough to have a significant impact on our plans. If he really is a legend, we may have to implement plan B."
"What's Plan B?" A man wearing a black hood and stockings, with only pores for his eyes and mouth, suddenly interjected. "We have a Plan B?"
"Demon bandits, plan b is an internet slang term, it refers to..." As soon as Demon Girl Encyclopedia heard the keyword, it subconsciously started talking.
“TD.” The demon waved his hand in annoyance, scratching his bald head hard. “Plan A is for Priestess Mitu to die, Plan B is for us to die, understand?”
The bandit was silent for a moment, then his toes began to turn outwards.
"Boss, think about it." Seeing that everyone was silent, Banana explained, "Generally speaking, it's not until you reach the Legendary level that you'll be able to enhance your little brother..."
“What you said isn’t wrong…” The demon subconsciously continued in his accent, then suddenly paused, shook his head and changed his words, “What you said isn’t wrong either, but we’ve been given orders: either Mitu dies, or we find a second magic network sorcerer, or we die. Choose for yourselves.”
"Sigh, I'm doomed, I'm doomed." The banana sighed. "Well then, I'll go have sex with that man and see if I can persuade him to leave."
With tears welling in his eyes, the demon said, "What a fine Banana Brother! Please, play the funeral music!"
The banana tree wiped away its tears and said sadly:
"Why didn't any of you try to persuade me..."
"That's an insult to you!" the demon said, his beard bristling and eyes wide. "Don't worry, I guarantee you, even if you die, your widow will enjoy the same treatment as the demon's wife!"
"He doesn't have a wife anymore..."
"There seems to be a lighthouse over here, it's really bright..."
The sudden sound startled everyone, and they all looked behind the Demon Banana.
Latis, gripping Serfal's horn with one hand and pushing aside the bushes obscuring the crowd with the other, shouted:
"Looks like someone's there! Excuse me, have you seen my brother... Holy crap, are the Black Hat Warlocks having a party?"
The demon was startled and quickly shook his head, saying:
"W-what black hat sorcerer? Never heard of that! I-I'm just an apprentice!"
"Huh?" Latis was stunned. Looking at the magical fluctuations of everyone through the unfolded magic radar, he couldn't help but ask, "You're an apprentice, then what am I?"
The demon immediately shouted, "I am an apprentice! You, you are the demon!"
The banana shouted anxiously, "No, Wa is the apprentice, he is the banana!"
Seeing everyone backing away, Demon Girl Encyclopedia paused, blinked, and then spoke:
"I am the Demon Girl Encyclopedia, everything can be a demon..."
"No, you're not!" The demon lord immediately covered the mouth of the demon girl encyclopedia and whispered, "Don't reveal your identity!"
"I am a demon bandit." A deathly voice rang out from behind the crowd. The man with the stocking over his head stood up, then, in full view of everyone, he squatted down, sticking out his buttocks...
Then, it started running at the speed of human limits!
"Serfar, my head hurts so much," Latis said, clutching his head in pain.
Suddenly, he saw that the "Magic Network Request" option, which had been grayed out, suddenly lit up in the Magic Network options!
Chapter 30 Don't Serfal
[The commission has been updated]
[Details: A large number of signals, suspected to be from the Black Hat Sorcerers, have been detected in the northern wasteland of Dragonhorn Territory, approximately seventy miles from the forest town in the southeastern part of Forestsea Territory. Please investigate and eliminate the hostile forces.]
[Reward: Recording a Black Hat Warlock grants 100 Magic Points; Defeating a Black Hat Warlock grants 500 Magic Points.]
[Current progress: 0%]
"The northern wasteland... seems to be not too far from my extradition route tomorrow."
The priestess, Mitu, exited the dark web's view, opened her eyes, and stood up from her chair.
“The Black Hat organization usually uses group anonymity when they operate. Who could have encountered them?” She looked at the setting sun outside the window, drew the curtains, and reached her slender fingers toward the buttons on her collar.
“Is he just an ordinary mage…” A button was undone, and Mitu looked at herself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. “Or is he a new magic sorcerer?”
The priestess in the mirror removed her heavy priestess robes, revealing a magnificent bosom accentuated by her cinched waist.
She sighed, sat at the foot of the bed, rolled up the waistband of the pantyhose with her slender thumb, pressed her pale fingers against her thigh, arched her back, and with a little force, slowly peeled it off.
"If only it were a new magic sorcerer." Mitu tossed her pantyhose onto the fluffy carpet, then flopped onto the bed, burying her head in the covers and muttering:
"Goddess, grant me a laborer I can order around at will..."
……
"Goddess, grant me a powerful savior! ... Preferably a woman, a rich woman, around 1.7 meters tall, not too big breasts. Gentle and kind, both cool and sexy, pretty face, long hair is best, short hair is also good, black hair is approachable, blonde hair is cheerful, but as a long-time anime fan, I still prefer white hair. Ideally, not too temperamental, easy to communicate with, logical, and a brother who can support each other outside, and inside..."
"Awooo!" A clear but foolish voice boomed in Latis's ear, "Serfal is hungry!"
"No Serfal!" Latis sat up as if waking from a nightmare. He shook his head, his mind buzzing, and shoved the dog that was crowding in front of him away. He looked at the black-hatted sorcerers not far away.
Just now, from the suddenly lit magic network request, he immediately connected it to the group of oddballs in front of him, and at the same time recalled the group of black-hatted sorcerers that Priestess Mitu had encountered in the simulation. He was almost certain that these listless, oddly dressed people lying in twos and threes in the weeds were the dangerous group that had plotted to murder Miss Mitu!
Although he put on an act, portraying himself as a silly Beta warrior who knew nothing about magic, and successfully convinced them that he and the Dragon Girl had gotten lost in this godforsaken place, he eventually decided to stay for the time being.
First of all, there are more than twenty black-hat sorcerers here, making them a big target. Perhaps we can find Ateliers faster by going through them.
Secondly, although he and the priestess did not know each other strictly speaking, he could not bear to watch Mitu die. Putting aside the fact that the priestess might be very beautiful, the main reason was that he wanted to take another step forward in his identity as a magic sorcerer.
That's right. Although he gradually learned about the drawbacks of modern mages relying on the magic network through his conversations with Artemis, magic network sorcerers did not have that problem! On the contrary, it was almost the nemesis of all modern mages!
Therefore, he desperately needed to learn more about how to develop the potential of magic network sorcerers through the Honey Map, and then extend the clutches of the Authority Dog to the world of mages!
Finally, he became very curious about the Magic Network Points mentioned in the commission. Although he didn't know what they were used for, since they were produced by the Magic Network, they couldn't be too cheap...
Let me reiterate, Taratis was absolutely not after the priestess's beauty!
"I've sorted it out in my head, there's no need to make a fuss over nothing!"
Latis shouted in his mind, sighed, shook off the corpse of Serfal who was still clinging to his feet, and staggered toward the black-hatted sorcerer who had lit the campfire.
"Brothers, can I borrow a light?"
He casually squeezed into the group of people in black hats sitting around, took a skewer of freshly cooked roasted meat from the fire, and put it in his mouth.
"You can borrow a light if you want, but why are you eating my kebabs?!" the demon couldn't help but shout.
"Why did you shout so loudly? You scared me!" Latis swallowed the roasted meat in his mouth, feeling his social anxiety about to flare up after being shouted at.
"I'm sorry." The demon instinctively lowered his bald head, and hearing the crunching sound of chewing, he suddenly realized what was happening, jumped up, and shouted:
"You warrior, don't push your luck!"
"Don't be so stingy, I've only had two bites." Latis mumbled, having already stuffed five skewers of grilled meat into his mouth. He swallowed hard, squinted at the silent men in black hats around him, stroked his chin, and thought:
"For the magic network to recognize their online names and real identities, we must first get them to use magic to generate magical fluctuations."
“It’s like this.” Latis pointed to the corpse of Serfal lying behind him and asked in a low voice, “Do you black hat warlocks trade this kind of thing?”
"I'm not... never mind." The demon sighed, then revealed a rampant smile and laughed loudly:
"I, the Demon Lord, have roamed the internet for over twenty years. What haven't I sold? The neglected poor, the daughters of bankrupt merchants, the daughters of defeated nations, goblin slaves, monsters of the wilderness, dwarven craftsmen, and even extinct elves have all passed through my hands and been sold for a good price!"
"An elf?" Latis paused, then asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, elves!" The demon clapped his hands forcefully and said, "Have you ever heard of the fallen city of Herod? The elves there were all quite beautiful! Both men and women could fetch a good price on the black market! It's a pity that Herod has been in ruins for twenty years, and the elven race is almost extinct..."
"Is that so?" Latis frowned, then grinned with a probing look in his eyes. "I've actually never seen many elves. Who are your sellers, boss? May I pay them a visit?"