This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"There's a big difference." The half-shark immediately corrected seriously.

"Please tell me, I will listen to your sophistry."

"I have tried my best to make these cakes as perfect as possible. Each one has enough sugar and nutrition, and they are well received by the coolies. In this way, I have successfully captured the stomachs of a large number of coolies. In this way, When I contact everyone to break out of prison, I will definitely get a lot of public support."

Edmund nodded: "What you said makes sense, but have you ever thought about what would happen if those coolies attributed this to those slimes?"

"Huh?" The half-shark was a little speechless for a while.

Looking at these two idiots, Edmund sighed: "Prison escape is not like this. Do you have a commander in chief? Do you have an action plan? Have you prepared an escape route? You have turned against key personnel." Do you have the funds? How do you leave the island after escaping? Where are you going to flee to? Can you answer these questions for me?"

"This... there is always a solution when the situation is imminent." Captain Duran said hesitantly.

"That's what we can't do now."

"um, yes."

Edmund sighed again.

As the former bishop of the Blood Sea Demon God, his brain is much stronger than these two stupid thieves who can only be pirates.

Moreover, his race is the Quarter Devil. The average IQ of this race is normal, and he can adjust the blood supply to his body and brain, making himself smarter or dumber for a period of time.

Slightly adjusted the blood supply in his body, he raised his intelligence, and then thought about it.

Afterwards, he said to the two people: "Prison escape is not what you do. I can help you make a plan, and you can refer to this plan. This plan will have an approximate time node. It should not be wrong to do things according to the node. There are going to be too many problems.”

Edmund kept his watch till the latter part of the night.

During this period, one of his two roommates worked overtime to make clothes, and the other read baking books all night. They seemed to be two part-timers who were addicted to work and could not extricate themselves.

It's still the kind of leek that grows up by itself without fertilization.

After the plan was prepared, he handed the plan to two people: "Okay, you can give it to the top of your organization, this should help your escape plan."

This schedule is very detailed.

Even Captain Duran and half-sharks who have no intelligence can understand it.

After reading the schedule, the two exchanged in low voices, and then left the dormitory with the schedule.

Not long after, Qun Xing Mengxin politely came over and knocked on the door, and then jumped in front of Edmund: "Just now someone anonymously reported that you have the idea of ​​​​breaking out of prison, is it true? Is the welfare here not good enough? Play Is there not enough things, or is there some other reason? If it is really unacceptable, are you willing to accept the arrangement of dying?"

Edmund looked at the slime silently: "May I know who reported me?"

"This can't be disclosed, I can only tell you that there are two people."

"Thanks, I already know who it is. Frankly, no."

"I believe you don't. My console tells me that you don't have this idea. But the form still needs to be filled out, as a psychological assessment. After all, the social experiment here is very important to us."

Seeing the pile of forms that Qunxingmengxin brought over, the corners of Edmund's mouth twitched.

As he filled out the form, he asked, "Can I report my roommate for wanting to escape? And there is a huge organization behind them."

"Are you talking about the organization called Prison Break, which is actually an exchange meeting? It's not necessary, because I am the founder of the Prison Break organization, and I also provided their reasons."

Edmund's hand trembled, and he wrote a wrong line.

He hastily wiped off the traces on the paper, and at the same time asked in disbelief: "Why?"

"Pirates are a bunch of shameless guys. Give them a reason to use jailbreak to cover up the fact that they are obsessed with work, so that they can do it with more peace of mind. It is a low-cost and effective management method. "

Edmund looked at this slime who looked harmless to humans and animals but had a vicious heart, and said sincerely: "You are really a group of demons."

"Thank you. Can you move a little faster, or you won't be able to fill out the form at dawn. Also, I have seen your schedule. You are quite talented in management. It seems that your bishop position is not based on nepotism The relationship is going up."

"Thank you for the compliment." Edmund said rather dejectedly, "But in terms of playing tricks, I'm not as good as you."

"Don't be so depressed, anyway, you still have to live for a few days, and you will also assist Mr. Lu in the future. Then let me ask you, would you like to be the manager and manage a street?"

Edmund felt a little confused in his mind.

"I seized your ship, slaughtered your companions, and then you put me in charge? Is there a problem with your way of thinking or my way of thinking?"

"The height is different, so the perspective of viewing the problem is also different. It is difficult for you, an NPC, to explain this. Just one question, do you want to do it?"

Edmund pondered for a while: "I have a request. If this request is met, I will agree."

After listening to Edmund's proposal, Qunxin Mengxin nodded: "Yes, I can meet this condition. Then come with me, you still need some simple induction training."

Later, Captain Duran and the half-sharks who came back found that Edmund had disappeared.

They shed two devil's tears, and then went to sleep with peace of mind.

The next day, they said goodbye to each other, and then went to their shop, ready to start today's work.

Later, they saw a notice hanging on the door of their shop. Below the notice was a cute slime label, indicating that the notice came from the official slime.

The content of the notice is also very simple, which is to inform them that this place will be designated as a pilot project, and a new street chief will manage them.

"Street leader, responsible for tax collection, work arrangements, etc. Who could it be?" Captain Duran asked suspiciously after reading the notice.

"it's me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Captain Duran turned his head in surprise, and then found a familiar person standing behind him.

The other party put on a white street chief uniform, with a tag on his chest, with the other party's name and position printed on it.

Edmund walked up to the shocked Captain Duran, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a smiling voice, "I am the new street chief. From now on, let's get along well."

Captain Duran swallowed hard.

He felt that his good days were numbered.