freeallnovels Chapter 8 No smoking here!
Chapter 8 No smoking here!
First up is a pair of cowboy boots.
Then the door to the secret room opened, and a small figure that looked a lot like a sausage walked in, waving his arms and walking with an air of indifference.
The whole sausage was only slightly taller than Fang Qi, and his pirate outfit made him look like a child wearing adult clothes, which was a bit funny.
However, he was not a child; his full beard clearly indicated that he was middle-aged.
"This is the Spirit Chestnut Clan? They're indeed adorable, being so small." Fang Qi recalled the players' discussion earlier.
As his gaze shifted upwards, the information about the target surprised Fang Qi somewhat.
[Mourning, Lv.21.]
[Assets held: Undercover agents exercise caution; Class B high-risk assets related to mental health.]
[Murloc Oath Scales, Class C Invalid Asset.]
Goodness, a mere level 21 pirate has quite a complicated background!
However, if one's mental fortitude is lacking, even caution becomes a high-risk asset, quickly turning into worthless trash...
Mo Ning entered the room and expertly felt around behind the door.
pat.
On the ceiling of the room, a crystal lit up, emitting a dim light.
He closed the door, and his tense shoulders slumped.
"It's time to exchange the magic crystals," Mo Ning muttered as he walked to the treasure chest, pushed himself up with his hands, lifted his feet off the ground, and skillfully sat on the chest lid, looking around:
"Finally, someone has found this place..."
He looked at the place where the secret letters had been stored, his expression seemingly carrying a strange sense of relief:
"Three years after three years, I've become a captain now, and you've finally made a move."
"Gods, this is quite a commotion!" Mo Ning rested his hands behind his head, lay down on the treasure chest lid, and crossed his legs.
"But the letter's been sent out, so it's no longer my concern. After this deal, I'll retire..."
He took out a miniature pipe, put it in his mouth, lit it, and was about to shake off the ash when the wooden board beneath him suddenly began to shake.
Morning instinctively grabbed the lid of the treasure chest, but the pipe slipped from her grasp.
It's not a big deal if this thing falls on the ground; you can just pick it up, blow on it, and continue using it.
But by sheer coincidence, the gap below was right next to the treasure chest.
pat.
He flicked his pipe twice and disappeared inside the treasure chest.
Even more coincidentally, Mourning's struggle to turn over caused the lid to close.
Everything, naturally, was directed by Fang Qi.
Mo Ning sitting on him was bad enough, but he didn't expect it to get so out of line. If he didn't react soon, sparks would fall into his mouth!
Since secondhand smoke is unacceptable, Fang Qi directly confiscated the tools used in the crime!
[Acquired an exquisite dwarven pipe; Asset Index +40.]
Wow, 40 points, that's pretty valuable.
Mo Ning never imagined that after spending half his life as an undercover pirate, he would be robbed by a mimic.
"My limited edition dwarf pipe!" He thought it was an accident, and exclaimed as he jumped down, gripping the lid with both hands and starting to struggle with the treasure chest.
I must say, it's quite powerful.
But when it comes to this, Fang Qi has never been afraid of anyone!
first round.
Fang Qi used "Bite," and Mo Ning used "Roar"...
Mourning is exhausted!
Round two.
Mourning drew his scimitar and used "Iai Slash".
*Clang*, the knife snaps.
Mo Ning has fallen to the ground, and Fang Qi has won!
The sausage lay on the ground, a wry smile on its face: "Sir, please don't tease me."
Given all this, how could he not realize that someone had conjured up this treasure chest to play a trick on him?
Even if he has very little magic, he shouldn't be unable to split a wooden box; someone must have used some kind of reinforcement magic.
"No smoking here," Fang Qi said, seeing that the time was right. He stopped pretending to be dead and opened and closed the lid, saying, "Captain Mo Ning, long time no see."
"You can talk? When did we meet before?"
Mo Ning jumped up instantly and retreated quickly.
A talking treasure chest—could it be the legendary Mimic Monster leader?
With his tiny arms and legs, lying on the ground, he probably looked like a sausage, which only increased the monster's appetite!
"Not only can I speak, but I also know that the pipe's owner hasn't returned to Talosha in five years."
Fang Qi remained calm, even leisurely extending his wheel to crush the cigarette ash on the ground: "You agree, right, Captain Mo Ning of the Tidecaller Squad?"
Fang Qi found this information in the detailed description after clicking on the entry for "The Caution of an Undercover Agent".
The description was vague, containing only a few keywords; the rest was left to the imagination.
But it's perfect for tricking Mourning.
Upon hearing this, Mo Ning was filled with shock and disbelief.
Wasn't it only the Admiral who knew that I had left the Tidecaller Squad five years ago to carry out a secret mission in disguise?
Could it be that Talosha's magical technology has advanced? Is this the Admiral's familiar, some kind of advanced magical creation?
The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became of it. His face gradually turned ashen, and he involuntarily took a half-step back, subconsciously making a "salute" gesture.
Seeing this, Fang Qi felt even more confident and directly took over the conversation:
"The Admiral already knows from your letter about the Fish-Men's impending summoning of a deity. But do you really think that sending the letter is enough?"
Isn't that so?
These words made Mo Ning feel a vague unease.
The letter has already been delivered. Whether the divine intervention is prevented or successful, it shouldn't really concern him...
His task was to obtain intelligence of sufficient value, enough to warrant an early retirement.
Is there still some unforeseen change?
Mo Ning was in turmoil, a hint of anxiety in his voice: "My lord, could there be some unexpected twist in this?"
They've taken the bait!
Mo Ning tacitly agreed with what Fang Qi had said earlier. Now it was Fang Qi's turn to perform!
He shook his head a couple of times, feigning profundity, his tone uncertain:
Have you been feeling heavy, anxious, or itchy lately, especially on your face?
"It's a bit stuffy, and my face is often itchy; I've scratched it until it's red," Mo Ning said, scratching his head in confusion.
"But what does this have to do with faith?"
"It's itchy, that's good! You're about to turn into a fish-man!" Fang Qi, controlling the tricycle, approached Mo Ning, uttering a startling statement:
"You made a pact with the merfolk to obtain such crucial information, didn't you?"
"I'd rather die than become a fish-man!" Mo Ning's expression suddenly changed, and his brows furrowed.
"Are you saying there's a problem with this oath, sir? But I've monitored it, and there aren't any unusual magical fluctuations... Could it be related to the scales they gave me as a keepsake?"
After going around in circles for so long, he finally made the connection!
Fang Qi said in a heavy tone: "Those are the oath scales of the fish-men. Whether their gods descend or not, you, the 'oath-taker,' will be the first to suffer the backlash."
His true intentions were revealed:
"But I have a solution that can help you remove the side effects of the 'Oath.' How about it? Interested?"
Fang Qi had been laying the groundwork for this moment for so long.
Acting with indigenous people takes a lot of effort, okay?
If Mo Ning hadn't seemed to have some assets, with his pipe worth 40 points, Fang Qi would have left long ago, instead of dragging things out for so long.
He would have spent that time scamming players... doing business with them!
Just place it there, and gold coins will automatically be fed into your mouth one by one. How comfortable!