Chapter 2263: Am I not even qualified to be a maid?

"This is a demon core, please accept it." Sivir came up with a golden spar the size of a baby's fist, stood in front of McGonagall, and offered it with both hands.
McGonagall glanced at the spar shining with golden light. The texture was somewhat similar to crystal, and it contained very strong energy.
However, this level of energy is already worthless to him.
"Send you off." McGonagall said lightly without reaching out.
"This..." Sivir looked at McGonagall, then at the demon core in his hand. This is the extremely precious demon core of the golden-eyed white tiger, worth more than a million copper coins.
She couldn't see the expression on the face under the mask, but judging from his indifferent tone, the demon core couldn't get into his eyes at all.
But why did he give it to her so easily?
Could it be a gift for the little maid?
So... does he treat me as a maid?
Sivir pursed her mouth, suddenly felt that the demon core in her hand was a little hot, she wanted to throw it away, but she wanted to hold it tightly. The complex emotions made her wonder what to do for a while.
Holding the demon core for a while, Sivir finally raised his head, looking at McGonagall with a blushing face, and said, "Lord...Master."
"I didn't say that I would accept you as a maid. It's just a matter of effort." McGonagall retracted his gaze and stood on top of the Griffin, looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, but his face under the mask was already tilted.
This girl is quite interesting.
However, if you accept a little maid like a cheetah, it seems to be quite interesting?
Sivir looked at McGonagall, his face flashed with astonishment, disappointment, joy, sadness, and melancholy expressions, and then his face suddenly became flushed, and he was ashamed to want to find a place to get in.
What a shame!
She already considers herself a maid, but no one else even thought of accepting her as a maid.
Even if I gave it for nothing, I was rejected...
The only thing that made her gratified was that her subordinates were busy dealing with Baihu's corpse. They probably didn't hear her master, nor did they hear his words.
The cold night breeze was blowing in the forest, but it was blowing on Sivir's face, but it was a little hot.
Everyone quickly completed the dismemberment, and the tiger skin, tiger teeth, and tiger claws did not fall behind.
"It's a pity that this body and bones should be able to sell for a lot of money." Dennis murmured a little regretfully.
"Go." McGonagall lightly patted the purple-patterned griffin, and the griffin rose into the air and flew towards the chaotic city. In a blink of an eye, he appeared like a moat in the eyes of Sivir and the others.
Sivir covered his face along the way, squatting in the corner to shut himself.
Her injury has almost recovered, and her ribs need to be raised for a while to be completely repaired.
But her heart was hurt...it should take a long time to get better.
She squeezed a glance at the figure sitting in the front, her eyes slightly resentful.
Is she really that bad? Am I not even qualified to be a maid?
"Huh? Why do I still want to be a maid for him?" Sivir frowned, feeling that something was not right.
The purple-patterned griffin stopped in front of the city gate. Sivir recovered and got off the griffin with everyone. He bowed to McGonagall and said in gratitude: "Thank you for your rescue. As long as you need it, Rose Mercenary The mercenary group will follow your orders at any time."
"Take it down." McGonagall left only a fluttering sentence, and the purple-patterned griffin had already lifted off and disappeared into the sky.
Everyone looked at the sky with envy, and then looked back at them after a long time.
Stepping on the solid ground at the gate of the city, everyone looked at each other, and then uttered a happy cheer for the rest of their lives.
Death used to be so close to them, if it hadn't been for Alex's sudden appearance, they would have become the dinner of the golden-eyed white tiger.
But now they not only returned to the City of Chaos, but also got all the most precious materials of the Golden Eyed White Tiger.
"Get rich! This time, we really got rich!"
"Yes, just this white tiger skin can be sold for half a million copper coins. These tiger teeth and tiger claws are also high-quality materials for refining weapons and can also be sold at high prices."
"The price of this tiger whip is also extremely high. When I go to see Lao Wang tomorrow, I will surely be able to sell it at a high price."
Everyone in the rose mercenary group counted the spoils, and their faces were full of joy.
This is more than what they have earned this year.
In the mercenary industry, the coexistence of risks and benefits is the same.
Their kind of small mercenary group with little strength, usually do small tasks in the periphery of the Warcraft Mountains.
Sivir was holding the demon core, a little absent, and after a while, he regained his spirit, "There is another demon core."
"Head, this demon core was given to you by Mr. Alex, so you can keep it for yourself." The monkey was sober, leaning on Scrow, and shook his head with a smile.
"Yeah, if it were not for the leader, we would not be able to support the appearance of Lord Alex. We can't ask for this demon core."
Everyone responded one after another, and was not tempted by the extremely high price of the demon core.
Sivir looked at the crowd, was silent for a while, nodded and accepted the demon core, and said: "The proceeds from the sale of other items, I will not participate in the sharing."
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The small episode only took McGonagall for twenty minutes.
With this kind of effort, he was very willing to help, let alone someone he knew.
Fifteen kilometers away, a level 7 monster was killed with a single shot, and McGonagall had a deeper understanding of the power of this heavy sniper.
McGonagall tuned the heavy sniper to the silencer mode, and tried a few more shots in the Warcraft Mountains.
In the mountains, there were some small mercenary groups that accidentally stayed in the mountains like the rose mercenary group, and McGonagall solved some problems for them.
But for these unknown mercenaries, McGonagall just pointed them a way to leave, and left directly.
In the end, McGonagall found a tenth-level striped soul leopard, locked the air machine, aimed through the scope, aimed at thirty kilometers away, and pressed the trigger.
The bullet was agitated silently, and the sharp bullet cut through the space, bringing up a ripple like a ripple, and flew towards the striped soul leopard.
However, the soul leopard seemed to feel something, the forward figure suddenly stopped, turning into an afterimage and jumping towards the side and back.
The bullet flew by against its body and shattered the boulder behind its original standing position.
"Sure enough, tenth-level monsters are not so easy to fight?" McGonagall raised his hand twice again.
The soul leopard turned into three afterimages and ran in different directions.
The bullet hit two of the afterimages, but both missed.
And the soul leopard also rushed into the depths of the mountain range and disappeared.
McGonagall didn't continue tracking, he didn't have the idea of ​​hunting this soul leopard, he just wanted to try the gun.
Tenth-level monsters have a keen sense of danger, which requires a more accurate prediction by the gunner.
"You still have to practice more." McGonagall took the gun away and told Azi to return to the restaurant.