583 Black Rotten Corpse Army (2/2)
{TL Note: 'Lajiao' here means chili.}
Mo Fan turned around and was greatly astonished when he saw a man who was so close to kissing his knees talking to him with an eerie grin.
”Shorty, why are you here?” asked Mo Fan in astonishment.
”I've always been here. Damn you, didn't I tell you that I live just across the street from where people of Bo City are? I came straight away when I saw the signal!” protested Shorty with wide eyes.
”Oh, sorry, It's pretty hard to see you among the crowd, unless you try to get my attention,” Mo Fan nodded.
”Please, even though I'm trying to make money through various strange methods, I did swear the oath once at the Hunter Union, to be a righteous Magician for world's peace...”
”Speak human, please!”
”The Hunters who participated in this operation will be given the title 'Honorable Hunter', something that I can sell for at least eight million!”
”You should be a businessman, not a Magician. I despise you!” said Mo Fan.
”Brother, I was at the tower too, I saw the Councilman drag you into the team. You didn't even volunteer!”
”Err… oh, what was the Undead Ranking you mentioned before? What's with the chili or capsicum?” Mo Fan was a past expert at switching the topic.
{TL Note: The girl's name is Qing Lajiao, where 'qing jiao' means capsicum and 'la jiao' means chili.}
Shorty immediately wore a disdainful look. While his eyes were fixed on their comrades that were fighting the undead ahead, he continued, ”It's the leaderboard for Intermediate Magicians. Every faction has it; it is based on the number of undead everyone has killed. That Qing Lajiao you tried to flirt with is ranked seventh, killing over a thousand undead. It's an achievement that ordinary Magicians have a hard time getting… asshole, a little zombie like you dares to ambush me, stomping you to death would simply make my shoes dirty!”
Mo Fan lowered his head and saw a zombie with only half an arm left trying to grab Shorty's ankle. It immediately infuriated Shorty, whose five-foot-figure jumped into the air furiously.
{TL Note: The foot here is referring to a Chinese foot, which is around one-third of a meter.}
”I see, so we do have some experts in this randomly assembled team… eat this, eat it, this fiery dragon fruit has a great taste,” said Mo Fan as he shoved a Fire Burst into the mouth of one of the zombies nearby. He was so gentle that it felt like he was a kind man feeding a refugee starving on the street.
The Fire Burst ate through it rapidly. The zombie immediately erupted in flames as the Fire Burst entered its throat and burned into a pile of ashes. Not even the bones were left.
The Little Loach Pendant puffed its cheeks and sucked the wisp of green soul away after the undead was killed.
”Brother Mo Fan, you ain't ba, either. If I knew you were the one with Double Innate Elements ranked fifth on the Innate Talents Leaderboard, I would have given you a… Brilliant Light! Allow me to help you to transcend… oh, I wasn't referring to you, Brother Mo Fan; I was trying to say that I would have given you a five percent discount!”