Chapter 164: Lie

"I'll say it, I'll say it, I'll just say it!"

Chris broke free from the palm.

She pouted in a pretentious manner, extremely artificial.

"Didn't we go to the banquet last night? I pretended to be a regular at such high-end venues, claimed to be the official precious gem trading channel of Shi Ying Town, and struck up a conversation with the Naga."

"At first, I wanted to just get familiar with them, then scam some valuable items from them, but they were new arrivals, their vigilance was simply too strong, and I never found a good opportunity."

"Fortunately, later the assassins attacked, their Naga priestess Suffered Heavy injuries, and I took the chance to gift you, my lord, the highest-grade healing potion you gave me. My lord, you might not know, but it is said that in ancient times there was a saying: you cannot catch a wolf without sacrificing a child; my operation was precisely using the lowest cost to gain trust."

"Get to the point."

Rod interrupted her.

Chris coughed lightly twice, wanting to stand up and climb into his arms.

But she was ruthlessly pushed away.

"Hateful! Anyway, the Naga are extremely grateful to me, so our conversation is smoother now. At the same time, I also know that when they were counterattacked and fled the Naga Royal Palace, they had absolutely no time to bring out treasures, and afterwards, to settle in the Death Desert, they spent all their remaining assets; they are completely penniless!"

"So, what exactly did you do?"

"Don't rush, my lord, I will say it right now."

The Banshee changed her posture, pulling off a move of old shoulder cunningness.

The strap on her shoulder slid down to her arm.

The neckline therefore became even looser.

"But the Naga are not entirely without a penny; weapons and equipment are their pride as warriors. For example, the Orichalcum armor and Mithril staff in the Naga priestess's hands are both quite valuable things."

"However, these two items were stolen by her when she occupied the Naga Royal Palace in Mirror Desert; there are magical restrictions on them, and they do not possess the secret technique to use them. Precisely because of this, she was severely injured by the assassins."

"And I, Chris, the official Magical Item trading channel merchant of Shi Ying Town, am exactly their good choice for solving problems!"

"I lied that I had a means to unlock the secret techniques of the treasures. Fortunately, the Naga are simple-minded folks, and they actually initially trusted me!"

Rod pulled her shoulder strap back up.

Frowning, he said: "You tricked those two treasures away?"

"Of course not yet; they are simple-minded, but not fools. That priestess hasn't woken up, so they dare not act on their own authority; they only gave me a lower-grade treasure to test if I could unlock the secret technique inside. My lord, whether you eat the big fish or the small fish depends entirely on whether you have the ability to unlock the secret technique inside."

Having said that.

Chris took out a block-shaped piece of wood.

It truly concealed spiritual energy; it was a treasure of barely acceptable quality.

The so-called big fish naturally refers to those two precious metal treasures.

And the small fish is this small thing in hand.

Anyway, it was an empty-handed wolf hunt; the Banshee stated that as long as there was a profit, it counted.

Rod did not trust the rebel Naga in the desert.

Although he considered himself a decent person, at the same time a gentleman does not stand beneath a dangerous wall.

If he could weaken the Naga and also grab good things, that would naturally be the best outcome.

"Did you expose your identity?"

Chris heard this and immediately knew there was hope.

Her master was finally unable to maintain his hypocrisy!

"No! During the banquet, I kept my distance from you, and I have been active in physical form all along; this group of Naga's magic is not strong, they absolutely could not discover me!"

She was proud and arrogant, already looking like a great hero.

"Don't be proud; only when deceiving these folks with different stances from us will I not mind."

"Of course I know, my lord is a decent person!"

Seeing her being sarcastic again, Rod directly gave her a flick on the forehead.

He took the block of wood.

This thing was nine times out of ten also stolen from the Naga Royal Palace in Mirror Desert; as the Naga Princess, Eve must have a way.

However.

Rod narrowed his eyes.

He looked coldly at the creature kneeling before him, rubbing against his thigh.

He had always rarely used the power of the Nu Yi Zhou to forcibly control these few enslaved subjects.

On one hand, most of the time they could recognize their position and were quite obedient; on the other hand, Rod was unwilling to suppress their natural personalities, after all, different personalities could also arouse his interest.

But the Banshee Chris was different.

He had learned this in Emerald City; this creature was completely a habitual liar.

Even in dangerous moments when life was threatened, her first reaction was to lie without hesitation.

So to be safe, Rod used the Nu Yi Zhou on this creature to make her repeat what she had just said truthfully.

Good heavens.

The result left him very disappointed in Chris.

He didn't know if this creature's methods were superior, or if that group of rebel Naga were truly fools.

It turned out this creature had already obtained a batch of ununlocked treasures, including the Orichalcum armor and the Mithril staff!

The small wooden block in her hand was specifically set aside to bluff Rod!

"Good, good, good, you really have it in you."

Rod laughed in extreme anger.

He stood up and took out what he had just put away.

Chris placed a magical satchel bearing a Naga portrait on the ground.

But her face was muttering and cursing, her expression unwilling.

"What kind of skill is it to use enslavement spells?"

"You still aren't convinced? I was originally a permissive parent, but with you, I really have no choice but to take control."

And he successively issued twelve enslavement commands in total, including 【Do not lie to me】, 【Do not directly or indirectly commit any act of harm against me or any other enslaved subjects】, and 【Do not directly or indirectly damage the interests of industries and territories related to me】, restricting her words, deeds, and conduct to the point of being completely bound.

Chris cried out in pain.

Immediately, she froze, wearing an expression as if she had just eaten shit.

"Master, you can't be like this..."

"Since you are unwilling to change, then I can only educate you by force."

There is still a battle ahead.

Rod also could not beat her too severely.

He ordered her to prepare for battle.

The ambush was set for the dead of night, just before dawn.

It was already late, but there was still time remaining.

Rod simply went to find the female orc Amy and the ghoul Pan Ni.

The enemy's combat power is unknown; the best course is to inject 【Growth of Spirituality】 as much as possible to raise our side's combat power.

Night deepened.

The nights of late autumn were especially cold, with the night wind whistling.

In Shi Ying Town, Rank Street was silent.

The residents had already been secretly relocated, leaving behind only some pretentious 【Illusion Spells】.

This place was not yet wealthy enough to afford installing dwarf alchemical lamps on the streets, so illumination relied entirely on the moonlight.

Coincidentally, the moon was dark and the wind high; it was precisely a night for killing.

The witch Dimia, coordinating with a twelve-person squad, waited in a room temporarily requisitioned at the street corner.

The squad was composed of warriors, rangers, mages, and sorcerers, all at the Fifth Tier, forming a squad with quite good combat proficiency.

"Where is Mr. Rod?" someone asked.

"I don't know; he hasn't arrived yet, perhaps."

"You must address him as my lord! Address him as my lord Rod!"

A lady, dissatisfied with her teammate's form of address, corrected them.

"... Everyone knows you admire that gentleman, but since he has not yet arrived, there is no need for such flattery."

"Flattery?" the lady sneered. "My admiration is heartfelt; it is absolutely not some sycophancy with ulterior motives!"

(End of this chapter)