"I think the new spell created by the master is very useful. Besides, I am also an apprentice."

Termilan said humbly, but it only made Esky chuckle.

Create.

Maybe the first one can be regarded as creation, but the second one can only be called restoration.

The magic that restores Nasu Mushroom's world view can be regarded as a recollection and anchor of the past reality.

Just as he had named this place Uc Gundam before, during the One Year War, the Principality of Zeon dropped the raw materials for the war, the Side1 colonial satellite that was filled with G3 poison gas.

After glancing at the completed mana pool inside the apprentice's body, Esky sneered.

"Apprentice? How can I think that you can be regarded as a real engineering warlock? Look at your mana pool, you have nearly 30 grams of mana of dimensional stone, which is equivalent to two multidimensional stone coins."

"It still can't be compared with a master who is half as vast as the ocean."

Termilan's words were still flattering, but there was no such meaning in his tone.

In the unspoken rules of the rat people, they are simply challenging authority.

"Are you praising me? Or are you preparing to replace me?"

Eski's tone immediately turned unkind. He probably understood why Termilan's former owner was eager to deal with him.

"Don't think about it. I got so much mana just because of luck, talent, and my own hard work." "

Although the last one is the least important, he complained in his heart.

"You look at me like an insurmountable mountain, and I look at the owners of the skeletons above us, so why not?"

"The amount of mana he has shrouding the outer edge of his body is at least ten times more than mine."

"If you were like this in front of him, you would have died a long time ago. It's because I have a kind heart that I am talking to you like this now."

"I know clearly that it will take at least a hundred years of hard work and the blessing of the gods to climb this mountain."

As he said this, Esky suddenly approached the apprentice who was likely to have an accident in his plan and spoke softly.

"How much are you prepared to pay?"

"How much can I give?"

Termilan responded with a firm look, making him no longer look like a rat man.

"Let me give you some trivia first. Stabilizing the size of the mana pool means tolerance to dimension stones."

"Your body can withstand the energy of an entire dimensional stone coin. And I can withstand more than a dozen. This is the difference between us."

"But we won't talk about more inner softness now. We have to go to the underground fortress."

With that said, Eski grabbed Termilan's shoulders and disappeared.

About two hours later, Esky, who had finished his new tutoring class, met his old friend again in a dark alley.

Another bowl of dwarf pickled meat soup was placed in front of Eski, but he was not in the mood to drink this kind of thing for the time being, and just stared at the betrayer.

"Eshiriga, it's almost done."

The rebel master tasted the smelly milk of the female rat and spoke unhurriedly.

"On the ground, we are temporarily unable to resist the Necromancer's offensive. They have blocked all the forward tunnel entrances. We can only operate at night with the most elite reconnaissance troops."... "But this still doesn't work, you are a skeleton.

Our defense line is stronger than we imagined."

This kind of answer, which was almost a non-answer to the question, directly caused Eski's body to move forward, revealing his white teeth.

"What I want to know is, will this have any impact on my goods?"

"Don't worry, Eski."

The defector continued to push the bowl of broth towards Eski.

"Of course the battle on the ground will not affect the problems underground. The ogres are walking through the underground river."

"The slave traders are very attentive. There are thirty-nine slaves in total. They will probably arrive this afternoon."

"However, the Slippery Clan asked me to just tell you that these big guys have eaten an unusually large amount of fish and slave rats these days. You have to pay off their meals."

"There is also the slave trader. He gave a high price for an Ogre 13 Claw Dimension Coin. This is higher than the price quoted by the Model Clan for their new weapon, the Rat Troll, but after all, it has been delivered.

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This offer made Esky frown.

Such an offer allowed the slave trader to get at least 400% of the profit. Did Esiliga get a kickback?

The next second, Esky felt relieved. It was only natural that he should get an agency fee for doing this kind of thing.

But his expression was still tense, and he said to Erica.

"In other words, I have to pay close to 10,000 dimensional coins for these ogres?"

"It seems that's right."

The defector's answer was quite firm, which made Esky scratch his head for a while.

This answer means that there is no room for bargaining at all. In that case, Esky's cash will shrink to less than 20,000 dimensional coins.

"This is also a necessary price."

Eski closed his eyes and drank the bowl of dwarf soup. At least, this thing was worth half a dimensional coin.

Amidst the aroma of the dwarf's meat, the defecting master asked a new question.

"When will you leave?"

"There is about a week left. During this period, I will stop part of the production line to serve the ogres.

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