Realistic Game

  Chapter 336 Crazy bet!

"boom!"

  The dull voice sounded, and the hearts of the two wizards outside the door trembled.

  In the room, an old red-robed mage's complexion was very ugly, his right hand slapped heavily on the table, and the huge power slapped on the desk with a muffled sound, his right hand curled up with severe pain, making his face even more ugly.

  This red-robed mage is indeed the red-robed mage who answered the questions of the Marquis of Morse in the palace before.

  His name is Errol, and his identity is the president of the original painting mage association, which is now the president of the royal capital mage association, the sixth ring mage.

  "Mage Association, Mo Lan!"

  Red Robe Mage Errol muttered to himself with an ugly face.

  There was a secret letter on his desktop, and it clearly stated that the time when Mo Lan went to the palace and when he left the palace was exactly the same.

  As soon as he thought of leaving the palace, the Marquis of Morse immediately invited Mo Lan into the palace. This attitude of the Marquis of Morse made Errol's face very ugly.

   But then Errol was a little discouraged, because no matter what the attitude of the Marquis of Morse he had to endure, he had to put a smile on his face when he met again.

  Because he knew that the Royal Capital Mage Association seemed to be a top power, with several Tier 6 mages, and Tier 6 professionals belonged to the top level in the entire kingdom.

   But this is also relatively speaking, Tier 6 professionals can indeed be valued in front of the Marquis of Morse, but they have not reached the pivotal and indispensable status.

  It is gratifying to have a few more six-ring professionals, but if the six-ring professionals are not obedient, they will be killed by pressing the backhand.

  It's just a sixth-order mage, and it can't turn the sky.

  When Errol had just changed his job and quickly became a Sixth Ring Mage, the sudden change from life occupation to combat occupation made him a little bloated.

  At this time, he was ordered by the Marquis of Morse to send to the army to test the combat effectiveness of the mage and test the influence of the mage on the knights, so as to better understand the profession of the mage and figure out the position.

  At the beginning, Errol was still full of confidence, and felt that his opportunity to rise to the top had come.

  As long as you perform better in the test and beat the Knights a bit worse, then you and the Association will naturally be appreciated and cultivated.

  But after that day was over, Errol fell into silence, the previous swelling disappeared without a trace, and the previous words were not mentioned again.

  He also respected and feared the Marquis of Morse more and more.

  So even if Errol felt angry, he could only hold back, and then turned his attention to Mo Lan.

   "Mo Lan is indeed powerful. Perhaps the creation of the mage may have a component of luck, but meditation, mage towers, etc. are not a coincidence that can explain the past.

  However, with Molan’s character, he would definitely not surrender. In this case, it is inevitable that he and his association would be attacked by the Marquis.

  And once the Marquis takes action, it will definitely have full confidence and a devastating blow. "

  Erol calculated silently.

   "Mo Lan doesn't surrender, then I will have the final say for the Wizard Association.

  However, the association must still produce certain results. The basis of my final decision is that I am useful to the Marquis of Morse.

  If I can't get any results, I am afraid that the association will have to be reorganized directly. The association will still be the association, and the president will not be me.

  And the technology that the Marquis wants at present is tank technology. "

  Erol said slowly.

   "So I have to acquire tank technology before the Wizards Association is attacked.

  Otherwise, once Mo Lan was defeated, it would be too late if he dedicated his tank technology. "

  Erol thought hard, looking for a way to study the tank.

  Contact the projector to ask the principle to develop it by yourself, and send out spies to find the secret reenactment of the chariot at close range.

  There are many ways, but they all take time to complete, but Errol just lacks time.

  He had to research it out before Mo Lan was defeated, and Mo Lan was hit before his eyes.

   Just when Errol was thinking hard, but could not think of a solution, the outside door was knocked, and a mage came over with a letter and handed it to Errol.

  "What can we do to acquire tank technology at the fastest speed?"

  The answer appeared in Errol's heart, and that was to get the ready-made directly from Mo Lan.

  The key point is that Mo Lan is a projector, immortal, and as long as he doesn't want to, no one can get the tank technology in his hands.

  "Do you want to contact the senior officials of the Red Maple City Mage Association to steal technology through spies?

  No, it takes too much time, and this kind of technology Molan must be highly confidential, no. "

"What to do? What to do? What to do."

  Erol only felt troubles rushing to his heart, and tore open the envelope irritably, but when he saw the contents inside, Errol fell into deathly silence instantly, his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

  The claw-like right hand was firmly grasped on the envelope.

  This letter was sent by someone from Mo Lan. The content is not much, and it can even be said to be relatively concise.

  I saw the words on the letter when Errol was thinking about taking shortcuts to gain tank technology.

   "Do you want tank technology? If you want it, you can say it. If you don't tell me how do I know you want tank technology, don't you just give it to you if you say I don't?

  Hey, do you want it or not, what are you talking about? "

  The content of Mo Lan's letter made Errol's face darken instantly. He wanted to shred the letter, but he couldn't.

  Erol suppressed his anger and looked down.

   "You should be in need of tank technology now? I guess you definitely want it, and it is very urgent. Tank technology can continue to guarantee the status of your mage association and your status.

  Chariot technology can be given to you, but you have to promise me a bet”

   "Mine, take out the tank technology you most want. As long as you win, I will give you the tank technology immediately."

  Erol took a sigh of relief slowly, his mind was shocked, and there was a glimmer of expectation in his heart, but he immediately suppressed it forcibly.

  Benefits and risks are a pair of twins. It is indeed tempting to use tank technology as a bet~www.novelmt.com~, but what is it that has corresponding value and is worthy of a corresponding bet?

  Erol took a deep breath, and slowly looked at the last letter paper with the stakes.

  When he read the contents of the last letter paper clearly, even if Errol had already prepared himself, he was instantly shocked.

  "The quality is not enough, so the quantity will come together. I will take out all the technology and details for making the tank, and you will take out the spell model in your association's treasury.

  All spell models below the sixth ring! "

  Erol was angry at first, but then fell into contemplation, involuntarily looking at the last paragraph.

  "The gambling contract is carried out in the form of an exchange meeting. The two sides of the exchange meeting prepare projects in turn, and the two sides compete for projects at the same time. In the end, the party with the most victories wins and enjoys delicious victory fruits.

how? The president of the Mage Association who is about to lose the election? "

  Mo Lan stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking towards the direction of the Mage Association, his eyes seemed to see the old President of the Royal Capital Association through countless intervals, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"how?"

  (End of this chapter)