All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Uncle, you are amazing.

Flora excitedly took Lan Wu's right hand and was very happy. She is completely different now than she was yesterday.

The lock of purple-dyed hair on the forehead floats lazily on the smooth forehead, showing a playful look. The complicated patterns around the eyes have been washed away, and Lan Wu used a pigment mixed with charcoal powder and spices to create a smoky eye. It highlighted her beautiful and clear eyes even more.

The small ring on the nose and the silver chain on the ear have not been changed. Lan Wu feels that this is indeed very personal. He just used purple petals and the formula provided by Flora to make purple lipstick.

Flora's original ordinary leather room was also extensively modified by Lan Wu. Most of the lower edge was cut off and tied tightly, just enough to cover the girl's firmness, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin. Then Lan Wu modified a miniskirt for her, matching it with the sexy leather armor on her upper body, highlighting her slender legs.

Of course, as an indispensable equipment for rebellious girls, chewing gum is naturally indispensable.

Lan Wu spent a lot of thought on this. Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon shopping in the campground. Finally, I bought a candy from Warev that was said to be Lugoin’s most popular candy among children.

This kind of candy called kuka is mainly made of an edible gum, with spices and other ingredients added to it, making it very chewy. A candy the size of your little finger can last a full two hours.

When Flora saw this candy, she couldn't put it down immediately. Lan Wu had to spend ten gold coins to buy a large bag from Warev, a profiteer, to resolve her entanglement.

"You didn't see how exaggerated Kasha and the others were when they saw me now." Flora was beaming, chewing kuka, and exaggeratedly describing the shock of Kasha and Roger at that time.

Lan Wu looked at this rebellious girl who had completely evolved into a non-mainstream person quietly without interrupting. It wasn't until Flora was so thirsty and had to stop to drink water that he got up and walked out of the tent.

"I'm going to buy some supplies. Do whatever you want. We'll go on an adventure tomorrow."

"Cool." Flora whistled, getting closer and closer to an unconventional person. She chased him out of the tent, holding Lan Wu's right hand and acting like a rogue: "I'll go with you."

Lan Wu calmly broke away from Flora's little hand and warned sternly: "Please pay attention to your words and deeds."

Flora rolled her eyes and reluctantly reached for Lanwu's right hand. The latter took a step to the side and refused seriously: "I'm sorry, it's best not to show such an intimate relationship before the relationship is confirmed."

As soon as Lan Wu finished speaking, he walked a few steps quickly and walked to the front. Flora followed, confused and pursed her lips. The two kept a certain distance and walked towards the west side of the camp one after the other.

The two disappeared between the tents, and Kasha suddenly turned out from behind a nearby tent. She looked at the direction Lan Wu and Wu were leaving with a complicated look in her eyes: "I am too worried. He has a pure heart."

On the other side, the guy who was praised by Kasha for having a pure heart suddenly slowed down and walked to Flora. The latter was puzzled. He solemnly warned: "Don't be so close to me on Kasha's territory. Otherwise, you may find my body outside the camp the next day."

Flora was stunned and opened her eyes wide. She shouted angrily: "It's that damn old woman again. She can't do this. This is my freedom."

"You are wrong." Lan Wu shook his head: "She wants to give you real freedom."

Flora was stunned and looked at Lan Wu in confusion: "She always asks me not to do this or that. How could she want to give me real freedom?"

"Do you understand the meaning of freedom?" Lan Wu looked serious.

"What does freedom... mean?" Flora was confused.

"You're not mature enough." Lan Wu said lightly and continued walking to the west of the camp.

Flora followed, looking very confused. She lowered her head, remained uncharacteristically silent, and just followed Lan Wu to the west of the camp.

This is an open bar. There are tables of various sizes placed in the open space. Professionals gathered in small groups, sitting together and chatting with acquaintances. A dozen commoner girls in long skirts were carrying plates, walking between the tent that served as the bar and the drinkers, and they were so busy that a thin layer of sweat broke out on their foreheads.

When the professionals suddenly saw Flora, they were so shocked that they opened their mouths and couldn't close them for a long time. They had never seen Rogge dressed in such an unusual way. The alternative costumes gave them an explosive visual impact.

Boom.

A wooden wine glass from a barbarian's hand fell to the table. Light yellow ale spilled all over the table. The sound of the wine glass falling woke up the other professionals. Suddenly everyone was talking, pointing at Flora behind Lan Wu, and there were a few exclamations from time to time.

Lan Wu had already been mentally prepared for this. He ignored the looks cast by the professionals and led Flora directly to the tent that served as the bar. He ordered himself a glass of ale and asked: "Unfortunate Warrod, I think he should be here. Where is he?"

The bar owner is an elderly druid. He took a deep look at Lan Wu, handed over a full glass of ale, and asked without answering: "Why are you looking for the unlucky Warrod? Are you his friend?"

"Uh-huh." Lan Wu shrugged, took the ale and took a sip. This kind of ale tastes a bit like beer, but similar to low-alcohol liquor, except for the high number.

The bar owner looked at Lan Wu suspiciously and asked, "I've never seen you before. Are you a professional from Lu Gaoyin?"

Lan Wu knocked on the table and said frankly: "You don't need to pursue my details. I am indeed his friend. If you don't believe me, you can ask him to come see me. He will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Lan Wu." Lan Wu had just finished speaking when a lifeless voice came from behind him.

"It's not your fault that you look like a dead person." Lan Wu turned around helplessly and looked at Warrod seriously: "But please don't appear like a ghost. And your tone of voice should be more lively. Otherwise, this will happen." It will deepen other people’s misunderstanding of you.”

"I'm bankrupt." There was no blood on Warrod's pale face, as pale as a piece of white paper.

Lan Wu was stunned. At this time, the bar owner sighed and said: "He has been very unlucky since he was a child. But he is very impulsive. Just now the professionals in Warev's caravan challenged him. He lost and lost all his money."

"You, the professional who challenges Lu Gaoyin?" Lan Wu was completely speechless. He rolled his eyes and praised loudly: "I have to admire your courage for daring to challenge Lu Gaoyin's professional."

"They are humiliating Rogge camp." Warrod's face turned red and he was stubborn.

"Humiliation?" Lan Wu was stunned.

"They said Rogge was only worthy of being a tool for professionals to vent their lust." Warrod shouted angrily with his white face turning red. His words caused the professionals present to withdraw their attention.

Lan Wu was silent. He looked back at Flora. The latter's pretty face was as white as snow, without any trace of blood. The voluptuous purple lips trembled slightly, obviously struggling internally.

"So you accepted their challenge and lost all your belongings?" Lan Wu tilted his head and looked into Warrod's eyes.

"Of course." Warrod raised his chin, quite proud of what he had done.

Lan Wu shook his head, turned around and told the bar owner: "Give him a glass of ale. And give this little girl a glass of juice, thank you."

The barkeeper obeyed and poured a glass of ale for Warrod and a glass of juice for Flora. By the time both of them got their drinks, Lan Wu was already sitting at an empty table not far away, waving to them.

"I'm really surprised." Lan Wu took a sip of ale and played with the glass: "We just broke up less than two hours ago, and then you told me that you had lost all your belongings. It's hard for me to imagine that we will meet again next time. What will happen to you?"

"They have fallen." Warrod took a swig of ale in frustration. The alcohol burned his white face red. As if venting his anger, he drank a glass of wine: "The prosperity of Lugaoin made them forget about Rogge Camp. They have been lost in enjoyment. What is the hope of mankind, what is repelling the invasion of demons. To them They say that money and women are their biggest pursuits.”

Lan Wu was silent. The professionals in this world are a little different from what he imagined. Warrod's words clearly indicate that there is no friendly relationship between Lugoin and Rogge's camp.

"My parents." Warrod shouted: "They defeated Andariel and set off for Lugoin when I was ten years old. It has been seven years now, and they have not come back to see me. They have Forget about me, forget about Rogge Camp. I have a new brother, a pure Lugoin. They already regard themselves as residents of Lugoin."

There was silence. The professionals fell silent. No one said anything. Warrod's cries of grief and indignation echoed in the ears of every professional. They knew what Warrod said was true.

Lugaoyin, protected by tall city walls, is indeed the holy land that every professional longs for. Compared to Rogge Camp, which was protected only by a rough wooden fence, Lugaoin was paradise. There is no fear of an army of demons destroying the camp one day. You can also go out and adventure comfortably there. Wine, women, wealth, etc., Lu Gaoyin is all far better than Rogge Camp.

Lan Wu continued to be silent. He could tell from the atmosphere around him that the future of Camp Rogge was not good. Almost all professionals believe that Lu Gaoyin is a paradise for professionals. In other words, he is not optimistic about the future of humanity in this world.

After silently taking a sip of ale, Lan Wu suddenly said: "What about you?"

"Me?" Warrod regained his composure, and solemnly stared into Lanwu's eyes and said, "I will defeat Andariel and go to Lugaoin to meet them. I want to tell them that Rogge Camp is our real My home. In the future... I will defeat all demons and bring true peace to mankind."

"Very ideal." Lan Wu smiled faintly, raised his glass and gestured to Warrod.

Warrod forced a smile, raised his glass and touched it with Lan Wuxu. Just as he was about to drink, there suddenly was some commotion around him. He looked back, his eyes suddenly filled with anger.

Three professionals with obviously high-end equipment walked towards this side while laughing.