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Wow——!

"You dare to steal my money?! I won't beat you to death!"

On the screen, a burly adventurer was grabbing another thief and punching and kicking him. People around him stepped aside.

Although the space of the Lottery House is large, it cannot withstand large numbers of people, and it is often filled with a large number of thieves.

Before Lott could react, another group of people started to fight on the screen, just because one of them won the money, while the other guy who lost all took it openly.

The people around him suddenly moved away again - panic and irritability began to spread.

The goblins looked at the humans in the hall, and they all laughed and lamented that they had energy again.

"Hurry up and send out the Death Knight to stop it! Now!"

Lott put up the railing and yelled at the bottom. He was not a simple-minded monster. If there was a dispute in an entertainment venue, the panic would quickly infect other people - they were here to have fun. , what's going on without security?

The goblins were startled when they heard the lord yelling like this, and then began to give instructions and dispatches in a panic.

After a while, a group of powerful black-armored knights suddenly appeared on the screen. With three strikes, five, five and two, they kicked the fighting people out of the field. All the people present breathed a sigh of relief and continued to buy frogs. The goblins In the domain hall where we are, the energy value has begun to drop a bit.

"Isn't it bad that disputes arise between humans and then lead to fights? We also have income here? Why should we stop it?"

Maria asked strangely, this was also what the other goblins were thinking.

"If we don't stop it, this shop will no longer be able to open in the future."

The monsters didn't quite understand Lot's words, but they didn't say anything more.

Seeing the fierce shouts and cheers and curses at the end erupting again on the screen, the goblins here also opened champagne to celebrate.

Different from the reaction of the monsters, Lott frowned and looked at the emotional values ​​​​of the humans in the room on the screen.

Anger and happiness each account for one-third, and the rest is a large amount of suppressed emotions such as jealousy, sadness, and joy.

They need to vent!

Accumulating a lot of emotions in your heart can cause problems!

Thinking of this, Lott immediately shouted down:

"Get me a tavern right away in one minute! Hurry!"

When the little monsters heard this, they were a little dazed for a moment, and they were a little at a loss for the various instructions that the lord suddenly came out of.

Finally, under the instructions of the surrounding red hat leaders, the machinery was quickly operated, and at the same time some guys kept waving the short staffs in their hands. Under the combined force of machinery and magic, a simulation of a not very large tavern appeared on the screen. ——It looks like an unpainted 3D model. It requires the lord’s nod of approval before energy can be injected into it, and then related objects can be transformed into entities.

"Make the tavern bigger for me." Lott stood on top and instructed: "And put a sign next to it to indicate what this tavern can do."

The goblins followed the order and added something more to the tavern model on the screen. Finally, the leader below raised his head and asked: "It's done, sir, can you take a look now?"

Lott looked at it for a while, nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Okay, let's get started."

"As you command, my lord!"

Gil lost all the bag of gold coins he had received before. Dejected, he squeezed out the crowd who were still shouting wildly. When he came outside, he became more and more angry as he thought about it:

"If I had known earlier, I would have bought Napoleon. That guy can jump so fast. It's really weird."

At the end of the sentence, I slammed the empty bag in my hand on the ground. At the same time, I felt that my throat was a little dry - it was because I kept shouting at the top of my lungs.

"Let's go find a pub outside."

The mercenary was talking as he started to walk toward the exit from the dungeon. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a large tavern next to the lottery room.

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When was this built? ?

Gil, who was speechless for a moment, turned around and looked around. In the square where there were not many people, there were only these two buildings.

"Forget it, let's go in and have a drink."

Watching the adventurers coming and going in naturally, Gil couldn't help but walk inside. However, when he got closer, he found a sign next to the tavern:

"Drink, vent, fight, no killing."

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What's breaking the rules?

After pushing the door open and entering, a huge and noisy noise rushed in. Looking around, the entire tavern hall was packed, and business seemed to be booming.

"Most of them come from the lottery shop next door."

Gil said as he walked, and at the same time, he discovered that there were some knights covered in bright silver armor in the corner of the wall. Lott asked the elite monsters on the ninth floor, the death knights, to be transferred here to maintain security and give them to them. After some external modifications, it went online.

The knight is only level 40. After all, the entire dungeon is only level 4. However, the adventurers who come and go are generally only about level 10, and there are only a handful of level 20, so it is easy to deal with it.

"These must be guards, right?"

Gil looked at the few knights in shining armor who were sitting carelessly against the wall like ordinary guards. Each of them was wrapped in airtight armor, with their arms crossed and their heads lowered in thought. It made people think that these guys They sneaked here from other positions to fish.

"Wait, are there guards here? Why didn't I know?"

Gill had been to the underground city several times, but strange things happened one after another today. However, his increasingly dry throat made him stop thinking and quickly walked towards the bar in front.

"A glass of ale mate."

Behind the bar, the burly bartender with a sinister face crossed his arms and looked at him coldly without moving.

"What's wrong?! I'm rich!"

Gilton was a little fussy and slapped a gold coin directly on the bar.

The bartender glanced at the gold coin and sneered: "A mercenary? You're so brave, you dare to sit here."

"What's wrong with sitting here?!"

"Because this is my place!"

A voice sounded from behind, and at the same time a strong hand patted Jill's shoulder hard, "I just went to the toilet, and you dare to get there first?! Are you tired of living, kid?!"

At this time, Gil finally understood, but he had no intention of standing up - because he lost money, his long-suppressed emotions urgently needed a place to vent. This guy was just right, but now his throat is very thirsty!

At this time, the bartender in front pushed him a glass of high-purity spirits and encouraged him with a smile:

"This cup is for you, Mr. Mercenary. I wish you success when you beat someone next time."

"Thank you!" Jill took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. "Ha! Good wine!"

After saying that, he stood up, turned around, and smashed the wine glass on the head of the guy behind him.

The energy representing anger begins to soar! (To be continued)