The Black Knight from the Blue Planet

In the live broadcast room, netizens were enthusiastic.

Some people cheered loudly, and some people thought Hardy’s price was too shady.

There are also those who just watch the show.

All in all the ingredients are complex.

The big muscle tyrant yelled at Hardy: "How can the compensation be so expensive? Don't treat me like an idiot."

"I think there is no difference between you and an idiot. Do you want me to help you figure it out?" Hardy asked with a sarcastic face.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Hadi clicked his tongue and said: "The total number of Gardes militia dead is 174. With a compensation of two gold coins per person, that's 348 gold coins."

Da Mushao's eyes widened at first, and then he became confused: "Did we kill so many people?"

He had forty players with him at the time, and he only cared about killing for fun, without even counting how many NPCs he had killed.

"Then sixteen Silver Winged Knights died in your hands. Knights are very precious and very difficult to train. The pension of four gold coins for each of them, a total of 64 gold coins, is very reasonable."

The big muscle tyrant moved his lips and whispered: "That's very reasonable."

The number of gold coins now exceeds four hundred gold coins.

"Then there is our commander-in-chief, Mrs. Sissi. As the patriarch of the Jeanne family and the commander-in-chief of the French coalition, her status is extremely valuable." Hardy said with a smile from left to right: "You want to kill her. , it’s already very rebellious, and it also frightened her. Considering her high status, I can give her two hundred gold coins as compensation, which is not much."

The big muscle tyrant moved his mouth and said dejectedly: "Not much."

At this time, it was already over six hundred gold coins.

Seeing this, the netizens in the live broadcast room were extremely happy.

And Xixi laughed loudly.

The players who joined the southern camp next to them were also watching the fun and were extremely happy.

"As for the remaining one hundred or so gold coins," Hardy pointed at the big muscle tyrant: "It is the atonement fee for more than thirty of your professionals."

"Why so many?"

Da Mushao had nothing to say at this time, but he didn't expect that he would have to pay such a terrible compensation.

Hardy snorted and sneered: "There are more than forty professionals, all of whom are ruthless veterans. You are too lazy to count how many people you have killed. You don't seem to know how much damage and killing you can cause? Are you really talking about war and killing?" Is it playing house? Is it a game?"

As soon as these words came out, Big Muscle Ba and others looked at Hardy, which was quite strange.

Because in their eyes, this is really a game.

But now an NPC is accusing them, saying that they treat this as a game, which is not good.

There is a very strange feeling.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were almost speechless.

Then Ha Za went on to say: "Seven hundred gold coins are enough to wipe out the fraction of the amount for you. Will you hand it over or not?"

The big muscle tyrant’s face turned pale: “I don’t have that much money.”

Hardy laughed, with a strange expression, which seemed to be mocking, and also seemed to have been expected.

He turned to leave.

At this time, Da Jiba said loudly: "Sir Hardy, can we change the way of repayment?"

"How can you pay back seven hundred gold coins?"

"We can pay back part of it first." Da Jiba said with a wry smile: "We owe the rest first, add interest, and then pay it back slowly. We are all professionals, and we can make money at a not too slow pace."

This is indeed a solution.

But... Hardy shook his head and said: "You are immortal. As long as we let you leave, it will be difficult for us to find you again."

"Bing Xixi can be my guarantor." Da Jiba said without hesitation.

Hardy still shook his head: "He is my subordinate, how can he vouch for you?"

Xixi laughed. Although the two of them had a bit of a quarrel in the game, they had a pretty good relationship in reality.

If the big muscle tyrant insists on his guarantee, he really can't help it.

But now that Hardy doesn't let him, he doesn't need to take the risk, so he is naturally happy.

The big muscle bully became distressed: "Then what should we do?"

"That's a problem you should solve, instead of throwing it to me, the creditor." Hardy smiled: "If you don't have money, don't even think about leaving here."

The big muscle tyrant looked at Hardy's face that looked very boyish, and his heart was filled with frustration.

Previously, relying on his status as a host, he had won over a group of his fans, and then he got a ride on the Jialan Guild. He thought he would be able to make a great start.

In fact, it can be considered Tianhu's start. The first people to open the dungeon are his own group, and they are also the group with the highest average level.

But TM didn't expect that he would encounter a top BOSS in the first dungeon, and even the system recognized that the opponent's strategy difficulty was SSS+.

This is a stretch, Tianhu immediately turned into a liar at the beginning.

I have been guarding the resurrection point day and night, and now I am being blackmailed by the BOSS. I am really unlucky.

"Is there really no other way?" Big Muscle Master asked bitterly.

This group of people has not been online for several days.

There is a lot of resentment in the Jialan Guild now. After all, although those involved may not be resurrected, it would be more painful not to play the game.

And a large part of the resentment has been gathered on his head.

Hardy was about to shake his head when a sweet voice suddenly came from his mind.

‘I have an idea. ’

‘Aya! Are you here to play again? ’

‘That’s right, I just listened for a while. Are you afraid that these people will not keep their promises? ’

"yes."

‘Then make a contract with them. ’

‘Magic contract? ’

‘To be precise, it’s a magical contract. I have a small part of the Godhead of Justice. As long as I write a contract in the name of my arbitration, I can guarantee that these people will not dare to break their promise. ’

'how to write? ’

‘I will teach you now. ’

Coming out of the conversation in his mind, Hardy said to the big muscle tyrant: "You said it would be good to pay back part of it first and pay the rest slowly, but we have to sign a contract to prevent you from regretting it."

"That's no problem." Hearing that there was a way to break the situation, the big muscle tyrant suddenly became happy.

Hardy asked people to go to Gardes Castle and ask Deville for a blank piece of paper.

White paper is very expensive, and only the elves can produce it.

Although De Vere Pell was quite wealthy, it still felt heartbreaking to hand out such a blank piece of paper, but in the end he gritted his teeth and gave it.

Hardy took a blank piece of paper and a pen and wrote thirty-seven contracts according to the instructions of the goddess of light, asking the soldiers to bring them to the professionals who were being guarded.

For those who are not online, let the soldiers hold them first, and then give them to them when they are online.

At this time, the big muscle tyrant was finally let down from the tree. After sitting on the ground and breathing for a while, he picked up Hardy's contract and read it carefully several times before signing his name.

"Suddenly you are a man who owes you a small goal." The big muscle tyrant looked at the contract and smiled awkwardly.

"It's okay. With forty people working together, it will be finished soon." Ling Xixi comforted Big Muscle Ba and said with a smile.

The big muscle tyrant smiled awkwardly, his expression very stiff.

The last thing he wants to see now is Bing Xixi, after all, this person is still broadcasting live.

And his embarrassing state should have been seen by others.

Just thinking about it made him feel depressed.