Chapter 618 Strange: I am an undercover agent
London, British Library.
The world-renowned British Library is always in need of patrons.
At this moment, people were coming and going in the library, but they all lowered their voices uniformly, and their footsteps became lighter.
It seems that in such a place and such an atmosphere, making any noise is considered an indecent act.
There are many tables in the library, or rather, you can see some tables every few steps.
There are more or less people reading at the table.
There are young men, beautiful beauties, and old men wearing glasses.
At this moment, in addition to reading books, they were also typing on the keyboard and typing line after line of text on the computer.
It seems to be doing some work.
tread! tread! tread!
There was a faint sound of footsteps, and a middle-aged man in a black suit was seen walking towards the desk in the corner by the window.
There is a man in front of the desk. He is looking down at the books in front of him carefully.
And this middle-aged man in a suit sat down and stared at the mage who was still reading with his head down.
"Master Strange, I didn't expect you to have an appointment with me here?"
"Of course." Strange raised his head and looked at the slightly familiar face in front of him: "Almost no one knows what you are doing now."
"I'm already taking a huge risk by meeting you now."
Hearing this, the middle-aged fallen mage's face froze slightly, but he looked around and said with a smile: "That's right, no one would have thought that we would meet in the British Library."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are indeed Master Strange. He has a very flexible mind."
"Don't say whether you have these or not. The day before yesterday, I put one of your people here."
"This is my sincerity."
"Now, don't forget what I asked for before."
"Of course, of course, I will never forget this." The middle-aged mage said with a smile: "The secret method is ready. As long as the contract is signed, it can be given with both hands at any time."
Yes, what Strange wants is a secret method that can block or even cut off the gaze of gods.
However, although the fallen mage is willing to trade this secret technique, he must have strict requirements.
This requirement is nothing but a contract.
Sign a contract to never reveal secrets or information about the fallen mage.
Otherwise, just like the traitor Master Luo Lun before, he just had thoughts flashing before he spoke, and ended up having a big brain explosion.
The contract is very strict, and Strange certainly won't sign it casually.
Even if there is no surrender factor involved, it is just pure confidentiality.
Strange looked hesitant when he heard this.
At the beginning, he felt that this was a contract and was not a good thing. Now that he saw the fate of those traitorous mages, he felt even more distant from this kind of contract.
"Mage Strange, you know, we only use the contract to keep secrets, and it does not involve anything else." Seeing the hesitation on Strange's face, the middle-aged fallen mage immediately persuaded him.
Which mage has to worry about signing a contract?
But they naturally have the means, and a pure confidentiality contract can easily lower their guard.
As long as the secret method is obtained, the core resources needed later do not need to be provided by them.
As long as there is demand, there will be transactions.
After having a transaction, wouldn't it become their shape step by step from small to large?
Strange was still hesitant. His previous dealings with this group of mages were just small ones.
Basically it does not involve leaking important information.
Even if the other party proposes to obtain some key and important information, he will directly refuse.
Therefore, he obtained more information about chaos magic from these fallen mages, which could only be one or two magic spells at most.
However, it is obvious that in order to obtain this key secret method that involves shielding the gods, you still need to sign a contract to strengthen the connection.
To be honest, Strange's statement that he didn't want this secret method was absolutely false.
But it's also true that he doesn't want to sign a contract.
If you really sign a contract, it will be really troublesome later.
At this moment, suddenly, his expression moved slightly.
"Okay, okay." Strange hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "However, I need to read the contract again."
"There must also be added information about the authenticity and integrity of the secret method, as well as the cultivation resources you need to provide me."
He's not stupid.
What if the secret method given by the other party is incomplete or false in key points.
Although he is known as a genius, he has not yet learned magic. In one year, he will be able to compete with these mages who have studied for most of their lives.
If the other party really tried to fool him, he might be able to fool him.
Therefore, it must be true and complete without any omissions.
Of course, if you need some special resources, the other party must also provide them.
Otherwise, what is the difference between this and the incomplete secret method?
Facing Strange's request, the middle-aged fallen mage frowned.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to ensure that the secret method is authentic, effective, and complete. Basically every mage will make similar requirements.
But if the other party wants resources, if they really give them, how can they cooperate in the future?
"Master Strange, don't worry, the secret method is absolutely complete. This can be clearly stated in the contract."
"However, we waste resources and even take huge risks to collect them."
"You sign a contract, and then you open your mouth and you get it."
"Do you think your requirements are a little too high?"
The fallen mage's tone was somewhat dissatisfied.
Strange then said, "It's not that I'm demanding, but the risks for your cooperation are also very high."
"No one knows what you are causing trouble now. The London Temple will investigate them one by one."
"Many people who believe in you must have died."
Hearing this, the middle-aged Master Douluo's face suddenly turned cold, as if he had been hit at a painful point.
Seeing this, Strange immediately softened his voice and said, "Actually, I mainly want to quickly practice the secret technique and get rid of the shackles of the gods."
"I know, maybe what I want is a bit too much for you."
"It's good that you know." The middle-aged mage snorted coldly.
"But you also have to know that the risks I take are also huge."
"Every mage is trying to protect himself now. Is there any mage who is willing to continue to provide you with some valuable information like me?"
After hearing this, the fallen mage's face softened a little, but he still said: "Then this is not the reason why you ask for so many important resources."
"Okay, okay, I understand." Strange said: "In this case, you first give me a resource that can be practiced. I will at least let me verify the authenticity of the secret method. If it is effective, it can be practiced by me."
"That's okay."
In this regard, the mage was silent for a long time, seeming to be thinking about the value of Strange, or perhaps communicating with some existence.
at last……
"Okay, I can give you the first batch of training resources for free."
"After successful cultivation, the rest can only be done through transactions."
"The contract is here. Take a look at it. If it's okay, just sign it."
At this time, the fallen mage's tone was a little harsh, and he felt as if he had been blackmailed.
However, due to the current tense situation, they really need a talent like Strange.
Strange looked at the parchment on the table and studied the words above.
"OK, alright."
At the same time, Strange's spiritual power surged out, fell onto the parchment, and signed the contract.
The fallen mage opposite seemed to feel that a contract was signed with a soul, and he couldn't help but smile.
The contract is signed, and everything follows naturally.
However, he didn't seem to notice that at the moment Strange signed the contract, a colorful dreamy light quietly emerged.
As if, the power of dreams!
