The Reincarnated Goblin evolves from swallowing Rimuru

A remote location in Dowagon.

Dark purple tents are set up in deep alleys.

Inside the tent, a black and straight Leng Yan royal sister was sitting at a round table covered with black velvet, whispering something to the crystal ball suspended on the table.

“...... The Blood Emperor's letter of request for help has indeed been sent to this continent, and so far, the reaction of the human empire on this continent has been ignored, and only the dwarf kingdom where I am now has accepted the letter of help.

"Hiss—dwarf kingdom—king hiss—attitude—hiss."

The crystal ball is like a satellite TV with a bad signal, with a choppy sound and a serious noise.

"Looking for a legitimate contact with him, I have already used my magical talents to infiltrate the Dowagon censorship and control a group of talented adventurers with a flawed contract, and I believe that I will soon have the opportunity to contact the dwarf king and learn his attitude."

"Hiss-beware-no#-drop-care-hiss-hiss

" "Remember the flying squirrel... The teachings of Lord Anzulgon.

"Hiss-Gira-hiss-forest-hiss from fate-hiss-hiss

" "Not found yet, Lord Ainziurgon."

"Hiss-hurry up-hiss-partner hiss-or enemy #hiss---fight together-hiss

" "Yes, Lord Ainziurgon."

"Hiss-joint hiss-power hiss

" "Several demon kingdoms were dispatched, the communication was not very pleasant, and their strength was tested, a few were stronger than me, and a few were comparable to me. On the whole, the overall strength of this continent is stronger than that of the continent where Nazalik is located.

"Shh#小心嘶h

"What a wonderful duel, you say yes, brother Farrell."

"Lord Flying Squirrel, someone is coming."

"Shhhh

......

"What a wonderful duel, you say yes, brother Farrell."

"yes, yes." Fang Qin heard this.

But at this time, Fang Qin's heart did not think so.

It's a fart, and the two dwarf guards beat Wood's kid like a grandson.

The situation was completely one-sided during the duel, Wood could still stand and beat himself when he accepted the duel of the first guard, and by the duel of the second guard, the guard uncle had to be tired and help him beat him.

By the end of both duels, Wood seemed to have passed out completely.

This scene could make the "kind" Fang Qin a little worried at that time, whether Wood was dead, and whether the guards and himself would be in trouble if he died.

After all, his father heard that he was a dwarf general.

Therefore, after the duel, Fang Qin specially asked the captain of the garrison.

"Are you worried that General Wude will retaliate? Impossible, General Wude is the most virtuous of us dwarves, Wood was pulled into the ring for a duel on a matter of principle, and General Wude knew that he would only think that the two guards would beat them too lightly, and he would never retaliate against them. Watching

the garrison captain swear by his strange remarks, Fang Qin could only sigh at the dwarf's "simple folk customs" while breathing a sigh of relief.

Time goes back to the present.

"Is Miss Nabei there? Please help sign a magic contract for this little brother. The

captain of the garrison asked politely if he was there, but the person very unceremoniously lifted the curtain and walked into the tent.

"If you break in like this next time, I'll leave a trigger grid magic at the door."

Fang Qin followed and got into the tent, and saw that Miss Nabei wearing a translucent black veil, holding a handkerchief and elegantly wiping the crystal ball in front of her, and at the same time without raising her head, she spoke ill of the guard captain.

"Hahaha, Miss Nabei is still so indifferent, how can I say that... Iceberg beauty! "

Okay, captain of the garrison, don't say anything, Miss Nabe's brows are wrinkled.

"Miss Nabei is free tonight, let's go to the newly opened shop on Elf Street that only sells alcohol for a drink, it is said that you can also sing and dance casually in the store..."

Fang Qin listened, isn't this a bar.

"No time."

"How come there is no time, today should be just this little brother, after signing this contract you will not live today, wait for me for two or three hours..." the guard captain continued without dying.

"Enough, get out, the one over there, get out after signing."

As soon as Fang Qin's thought of "I'll recruit you and mess with you" arose, the captain of the garrison beside him flew out of the tent with a bang like a cannonball.

"Okay."

Fang Qin obediently walked to the round table and sat down.

"What aspect of the contract?"

"A contract not to use psychic skills in Dowagon."

"Psychic skills? What kind of psychic skill are you? "

Mind control."

"Single group?"

"Well, I'm not sure it's a single group..."

"Tell me where you have questions about skills."

"Control requires a one-by-one control, but the control effect can exist in multiple people at the same time."

"That's a single body, the control effect can exist at the same time shows that you have strong mental power," Nabei took out a quill from the hidden ink bottle, pulled out a piece of parchment from under the table, and then wrote on the paper, "The general single control technique can only be controlled for a few minutes, and there is no need to sign it if it does not constitute a threat, you can control several at the same time, you really have to sign a contract just in case."

Fang Qin nodded subconsciously after listening, but then found that something was wrong.

The single control does not need to be signed, and the captain of the garrison did not ask me about the single group?

Fuck, he wouldn't have brought me here just to run to find Nabe, would he?

Regardless of whether Fang Qin wanted to sign the contract in the end, anyway, he would first bring it over to harass his female colleague, and the captain of the garrison must have brought him with such a mentality.

Fang Qin thought about it, and his fists couldn't help but clench.

"If you are not happy, wait for the contract to go out and beat him." Nabei pushed the parchment on which the contents of the contract had been written in front of Fang Qin and handed him the quill as well.

Fang Qin carefully read the contract from beginning to end, and after determining that it was just an ordinary contract that restricted the use of magic in the territory, he was ready to sign it.

"The first time I sign this kind of contract, where should I sign it?"

"Anything, just on parchment."

When Fang Qin heard this, he pressed the parchment with his left hand, and at the same time his right hand was about to use a pen to write his name in the blank space on it.

But as soon as the left hand touched the contract, the alarm sounded.

【Warning! The contract was analysed as a trap contract, with another contract sandwiched into the parchment, which read: to give the soul to the great tomb of Nazalik free of charge, completely obeying any order of the supreme being Anzulgon.

Fang Qin's hand holding the pen froze, the quill poked on the parchment, and the ink spilled on the paper.

"What's wrong, why didn't you sign it?"

Nabe's voice sounded in his ears, and the indifferent voice sounded.

Nabe... Nazalik... Anzulgon....

She is Nabelar Gamma, the battle maid of the Nazalikon Pleiades!