In Aztlan's imagination and plan, the weight he finally threw out should be inevitable. On the one hand, the reason is of course because of the sincerity and intention he holds.

To be honest, as a spellcaster of the kind camp who has no ambitions and just wants to take care of his own one-acre three-centre, Aztlan is indeed far more suitable to be a friend than "lunatics" like punk and Kane.

On the other hand, even if the evil deity of "Smile" did not buy into his own good intentions, Aztlan believed that the benefits he had thrown out should be enough to impress the girl **** who was in a "mortal state" before him.

You know, in this unbreakable lock of magic fans, the thirty-fifth-level white-robed mage is undoubtedly the legendary spellcaster with the highest level of magic that can be found by "smile", and he is also very good at enchanting magic with Punk. Not the same, the spells that the white-robed mage is best at are all kinds of enchanting spells.

At the very least... He said to "Smile" that "an effective circle can be established to assist the recovery of divine power, and then the punishment brought by the priesthood can be delayed for a long time" is not just talking, Aztlan really has that capable.

Even in order to win the trust of the "smile", the proactive white-robed mage has built a simplified model of the "legendary restoration circle" in advance, and now he just waits for the "new red sand god" sitting in front of him to ask questions. , He will come up with this array model as the most favorable evidence.

In terms of "negotiation", Aztlan, who is also a legendary powerhouse at any rate, did not naively expect to impress a person with obvious three views and his own interests with his mouth or empty words. On the contrary, he is very pragmatic. He also wisely chose to use "interests" to speak, and he was earnestly trying to use "a substantial increase in survival time", an interest that theoretically made the dying person unable to refuse to draw the girl gods into his alliance.

If you consider that the difficulty of obtaining information about the white-robed mage has already been blocked by punk and others on their own important information, Aztlan can now respond very well.

And there is nothing wrong with the breakthrough he seized—compared to Kane or Punk, "Smile" is indeed the weakest and least experienced in the "three-person adventure team".

Even if punk hadn't vowed to mad knights and girl gods that he had the ability to break the magic locks, "smile" would really be very excited when facing Aztlan's "life extension" benefits.

Although Aztlan's proposal will undoubtedly completely grasp the lifeline of the acceptor in the end, considering the "great horror" between life and death, losing a little autonomy is not an unacceptable thing.

But...it's a pity that Aztlán's results this time are still two failures. After all......the serious strategy is still no better than the unscrupulous "plug-in".

You know, punk promised to crack the magic locks in less than ten years, so at least until this short ten years has passed, the "New Red Sand God" and even the "Instant Killing Gun" will definitely be "Destroy Whispers". The most determined and powerful ally.

Although the white-robed mage's bargaining chip is all he can take out, but... Now Aztlan is facing an unsolvable situation, he thinks that the conditions for the final word are right. "Smile" is actually not at all attractive.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Hippolyn, although the apple pie you gave is indeed as delicious as you said, but...the concubine does not want to be friends with you. Of course, we are not enemies at the moment. Maybe The "acquaintance" relationship is enough for you and me."

Standing up calmly, "Smile" politely made a more perfunctory aristocratic etiquette.

At the same time, she also put the piece of apple pie that had been cut several times but did not move back to the corner of the table.

As the girl’s god’s white fingers tilted slightly, the jam overflowing from the porcelain bowl dripped silently on the light brown hardwood dining table, and the two spots of emerald green and crystal sauce were like buds dotted on the trunk, but now they All of them reflected the quiet color under the brilliance of the suspended ceiling chandelier.

For a while, the empty hall fell into a silent silence again.

"...Can you tell me about your source of confidence, Miss "Smile"."

The magic in his eyes slowly surged, and Aztlán, who gradually lost his smile, began to suppress even his voice.

When the last piece of bargaining chip was thrown, there were many situations in the white robe mage's expectation. He thought that "smiling" would angrily question his "help", and thought that the girl **** would hesitate and meditate. , I also thought that the "New God of Red Sand", whose interests are paramount, would choose to receive it all without hesitation.

but! Aztlán had never thought that "Smile" would reject herself without hesitation, and even the whole process of rejection was plain and natural. This feeling was like punching the steel-like cotton. The above made Aztllan extremely uncomfortable and surprised.

Therefore, the doubts of the White-robed Mage also naturally blurted out.

It is really hard for him to understand, why would the "smile", who is clearly desperate, refuse such a sincere "invitation" with such confidence? Why did the three adventurers, including you, the girl god, still have their minds to stir up the wind after knowing that they are locked in a magic fan lock?

"What are you all planning. What makes you so confident? Isn't it enough to face the magic runes in the sky that we can't understand for a lifetime to make you recognize reality? Are you still trying to escape here?"

"boom"!

A heavy slap on the table~lightnovelpub.net~ Aztlan also stood up with a "smile" facing her face.

As a very self-centered person, the White-robed Mage has already begun to feel a kind of anger like being played around.

At this time, he suddenly realized that he might have missed too much information without knowing it. For example, with regard to the information about the punk mage who was clearly the core of the "Invader Squad", Aztlan was almost in a state of nothing. The state of knowledge, but the critical degree of this information may exceed one's imagination!

However, no matter what the result of the omission of this information, it is obviously not the time to make up for it. So after taking a deep breath, Aztlán, with his frowning brows, still tried to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and then kept it as much as possible. In a gentle tone, he said to the girl **** who had already reached the door:

"God...or the "God of Red Sand", you are not a child anymore. Willfulness and impulsiveness will never be the main factors that dominate your behavior, so I can understand your performance at this time as... …Do you have the confidence to leave this magic fan lock before the punishment of the priesthood comes?"