The fire mage from the game world

After listening to Chen Yi and Levan Grosso's appeal, Gilmer Constantine's face darkened.

"This is absolutely impossible!"

The voice was still echoing in the hall, but the temperature around it suddenly dropped.

This was just a change caused by pure murderous intent.

The lunatics in the trial and the shelter were already eager to try.

And the entire hall was also surrounded by thousands of sequencers.

Chen Yi acted as if he didn't know: "Your Majesty, my subordinate may be a little excited when she speaks. I will severely deduct her salary when I return."

Leván Grosso echoed: "My deputy director is the same."

"Every guard is trained by you with great effort. They will be of great use in the future and should not be wasted on monsters and shelters."

"It's just..."

"Lord Rowan and I have worked hard to come here. It's not appropriate to go back empty-handed."

Gilmer Constantine stretched out a hand to stop Leván Grosso from continuing to say: "How much."

Chen Yi: "10,000 Dream Coins."

Leván Grosso: "3,000 Dream Coins."

Chen Yi and Leván Grosso looked at each other.

They both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

Is that all?

So much?

3,000 Dream Coins are indeed a lot for an individual, but if it is placed on an organization, it seems a little insufficient.

So Chen Yi shouted 10,000.

Levan Grosso was just here to ask for money, and an extra 1,000 Dream Coins would be a profit.

So he called for 3,000.

Then.

Chen Yi and Levan Grosso said in unison: "6,000 Dream Coins!"

Gilmer Constantine sighed: "Two directors, follow me."

Chen Yi and Levan Grosso were skilled and bold, and they were not afraid of the king's dirty tricks.

They followed him directly.

Almost ten minutes later, Levan Grosso, who looked happy, and Chen Yi, who looked expressionless, walked out.

The king's entire accumulation could not produce 12,000 Dream Coins.

If he could really produce it, then the amount that the trial center and the shelter would have to share every month would have to be moved up.

This amount of Dream Coins can be seen as a test of the king by Chen Yi and Levan Grosso.

In the end, he only got 3,000 Dream Coins, plus 2,700 Dream Coins that belonged to that month, a total of 5,700 Dream Coins.

However, Chen Yi achieved his ultimate goal.

He saw the manufacturing process of Dream Coins with his own eyes.

Unfortunately, it cannot be copied.

The reason why the king holds the right to mint coins is that the manufacture of Dream Coins requires their blood to pull the Heart of the World.

This process is not a happy one for people of royal blood.

The "Dreams" produced by the Heart of the World have an upper limit.

Even if Chen Yi took away the Heart of the World, he could not increase the output of Dream Coins in large quantities.

Other ways must be found.

After leaving the palace.

Chen Yi looked at Levan Grosso: "I've been searching for a case related to the evil god recently, and the only clue is a book."

"I wonder if I can borrow the [Book of Screenwriters] to read."

Levan Grosso's face was full of bitterness: "Director Rowan is joking, the [Book of Screenwriters] has been lost for a long time."

"Even if I want to borrow it, I can't lend it to you."

Chen Yi nodded, indicating that he knew.

Levan Grosso looked at Chen Yi who was walking away, and his expression returned to indifference.

Aini walked out at this time: "This Lord Rowan, it seems that he is not going to give up."

"Also, pay the work injury fee, I know you have money."

Levan Grosso pretended not to hear and went home.

In a secret room.

Levan Grosso didn't know what he was thinking, and then took a book from the bookshelf made of the monster's corpse.

He took out a pen from the drawer.

The whole person turned into a scarecrow, and the flesh and blood inside turned into straw.

In this way, the side effects of [Pen of Flesh and Blood] are weakened.

[Book of Screenwriters] can only be taken, because this containment object is too powerful.

All the immunity methods that were guessed are useless.

It is like being able to write the fate of other people on this book, and the fate of the writer is also held in the hands of this book.

These two containment objects have always been in the hands of the shelter.

If it were Chen Yi, Chen Yi would also say that he accidentally lost it to avoid the concern of those who are concerned.

Levan Grosso, who turned into a scarecrow, grabbed the pen and wrote in the blank space of the book.

"Rowen Yi"

But the words just written soon disappeared.

It was forcibly erased by an invisible force.

Levan Grosso: "......."Chen Yi, who was studying the Dream Coin in the Inquisition, knew nothing about this.

The power of fate was a field that Chen Yi had never touched upon.

This power was very terrifying for the weak.

But it was not enough to affect the strong.

Chen Yi, who was at level 4, was naturally a weakling in the face of fate.

It was just that this weakling had a big tree behind him.

Levan Grosso was silent for a long time before he wrote again;

"The breeding priest decided to retaliate against Luo Wen Yi..."

The headquarters of the Inquisition was several thousand meters away.

The breeding priest with a dull look in his eyes twisted his head like a machine: "Why?"

"Why..."

"Why! Why..."

He desperately pulled his hair, trying to express his pain in this way.

Under his pulling, the facial expressions of the breeding priest were distorted.

"I trusted you so much, but you betrayed me."

Tears of self-admiration fell from the corners of his eyes.

"It's really...unfortunate."

"Therefore!" The breeding priest, who was still moving himself in the last second, showed an excited expression in the next moment: "I will judge you on behalf of my god, Luo Wen Yi!"

Hundreds of breeding believers sang poems loudly and offered sacrifices to the great god.

And the sacrifices were 20 pairs of young mothers and daughters.

Their mouths were blocked and their hands were tied.

There was deep fear in their eyes, but they could do nothing.

"Who?!"

The breeding priest stared at the people in the trial with wide eyes: "Unfortunately, it's too late."

"Hahaha... Welcome to the arrival of my god's pet!"

A bloody rain appeared in the sky.

The woman who was sacrificed was blown up by the monster from the inside out.

A monster with dozens of arms but only one foot appeared in the same place.

They were 20 meters to 100 meters tall.

The position of the eyes and mouth could not be seen, but its excited roar could be heard.

"Enemy attack!"

A monster suddenly jumped up and then slammed down towards the headquarters of the Inquisition.

Before it fell, it was entangled by a large number of filaments and stopped in mid-air.

Pablo rubbed his palms and looked at the monster carefully: "Oh~ What a cute little guy, I really hope there is a place for you in my collection."

Carlos' hands were shaking because of fear.

She carefully put the head in her hand on the ground: "Sorry... Sorry!"

The confusion in the eyes of the breeder believers has not yet dissipated.

What just happened.