The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

This is the first time Achilles laughed that I have ever seen.

This smile, and the tone of speaking with him, seemed to be telling me about an idol and hero he admired.

Once people have a common topic, they will talk endlessly.

I am like this, and Achilles is no exception.

He told me a lot. After a long time, the wine was cold, so I asked the boss to heat it up. When the beef was cold, I asked the boss to cook it.

We talked from the beginning of the evening until late at night. The wine was heated seven or eight times and the meat was cooked four or five times.

Finally, Achilles was silent, but his story was not finished.

We were silent for a long time, and I asked him, "Why don't you talk about it?"

Achilles drank all the wine in his glass and said, "I have said enough today. It is the most I have said since I woke up to the present."

"Isn't this good?" I also drank a sip of wine and said, "Speaking can relieve the knot. Some problems may be solved by talking. Besides, the story you told is very interesting, I It happens to be the type of person who loves to listen to stories. You express your mood, and at the same time you can satisfy my desire to listen to stories.

"I think you pay more attention to the latter," Achilles said calmly.

"Hey" I smiled: "You are right. Compared to being a listener of your life experience, I am better at simply listening to stories."

It’s useless to talk for a while, it’s getting late, the wine is gone, there is not much beef left, I’m tired, and it seems Achilles looks tired, so they said to each other. Say goodbye, get up and leave.

Achilles went in the direction of the City Lord’s Mansion, while I found an ordinary small hotel to rest at the intersection of the civilian and slum areas.

Early the next morning, I left the room and left.

I rushed to the adventurer base and started to let Master Hall draw the ghost symbol on my arm.

After painting for almost a whole day, without even eating lunch, he finally finished the work. After a sigh of relief, he thanked me and said, "Now, I have spiritual sustenance again."

"Huh?" I wondered: "What do you mean by spiritual sustenance? Don't you usually have anything you can do?"

Master Hall sighed, and said: "Yes, but it's just reviewing some official documents of City of Ai. Now the City Lord of City of Ai has begun to vacate our rights. Maybe it won't be long before we will become a real decoration. ."

"Then he will kill you?" I asked a little worried.

"I don't know." Master Hall shook his head, sighed, and said: "I don't think it should be, they will send us back with an airship at most."

"That's good," I said: "If you are killed, Dewey and the Goblin King will be very sad."

"Oh?" Master Hall came with interest and said: "Have you met Dewey and David?"

"I've seen it," I said: "They are all very good. At the moment, they seem to be studying and developing some puppets. It's a very powerful thing, but the movements are a bit stiff."

"Haha, it's still a puppet" Master Hall laughed: "I have told them a long time ago that things like puppets have limitations. They just refuse to listen and are still stubbornly developing. They are really like them. style of!"

While talking, Master Hall suddenly sighed, and said: "The two places are separated, and many years have passed since this moment. I really miss these two old guys!"

"Don't you often see Dewey?" I asked.

"Look at the current state of Erie City. Will there be a chance to meet in a short time?" He worried: "Also, I am worried that Carter Horton will build Erie City for the purpose of centralizing power. A dead city like York City."

"Yorkhan is the dead city?" I couldn't help asking.

"Yeah" Master Hall said: "If you look at the surface, York Seoul is not a dead city. It is still trading and operating. The residents of the city are still living. It looks like it is thriving, but in reality, York Seoul is highly centralized, closed, and never communicates with other towns. The facilities in the city are very old. Even the armor and armor are at the level of hundreds of years ago. They have been far apart from other towns on this peaceful continent. ."

"Oh, the dead city you are talking about refers to their technological power." I spread my hands and said, "However, the current Hefeng Continent is not measured by personal strength?"

Master Hall smiled: "No, no, it won't be long before a new force will be incorporated, and together with personal strength, they will become a new standard of measurement."

"Are you talking about puppets?" I asked, "Do you think puppets will be on the historical stage of measuring strength?"

"Isn't it?" Master Hall asked rhetorically.

I curled my lips and said, "I don't know if it will be, but I had a fight with the latest puppet before, and it was broken up by me."

"That's because it is not perfect enough" Master Hall said.

"Then do you have a plan to perfect the puppets?" I asked.

Master Hall smiled and said, "Do you know why we are confident to help you resolve the secret of the rune on your arm?"

I was startled: "Is it related to puppets?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter." Master Hall shook his head and said: "It is because of the taboo documents left by our goblin ancestors. There are notes on some runes on your arm. Although not all of them, they can be analyzed. A considerable part of the content."

"But what does this have to do with puppets?"

"Of course it matters," Master Hall said: "The runes in these taboo documents are the runes that ancestors used to make puppets!"

"Huh? Is there such a thing?"

Looking down at my left arm, I was a little dazed: "So, is my left arm also a puppet product?"

As I said, I subconsciously squeezed my left arm, and then squeezed my right arm. No, the two arms feel the same...

"I'm talking about the runes in the taboo literature left by my ancestors. What does it have to do with your arm, and I can say with certainty that your arm is a normal arm, not a puppet" Master Hall Said: "So, don't worry about those messy things."

"Oh, I'm relieved if you say that." I nodded and said, "By the way, I was looking forward to it. Will there be a barrel, a barrel, or something like that suddenly emerge from my arm, and then I can fire a laser cannon or something? Highly lethal weapons, hey, the result is still hopeless."

"What did you say?" Master Hall did not hear my complaints clearly.

"Nothing" I changed the subject and said, "I said, Master Hall, aren't the puppets you make now as powerful as those made by your ancestors?"

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