This Group of Players Are All Slimes

At this time, Christine completely regarded Lucifer as a large doll, and rubbed it wantonly in her arms.

"Lucifer, although you looked a bit embarrassed when you ran away, you are really cute now." Christine said close to Lucifer's face.

"Please, let me go." Lucifer said with tears.

"Do humans use this sentence to express joy?"

"Apologize to humans, no, to all intelligent creatures, bastard!"

"It's alright, alright." Lu Fan forcibly pulled Christine away, "How did you find us?"

"I went to the Demon King City, and the steward there told me that you were on a trip. I didn't know where to find you, so I was going to find the Adventurer's Guild in a nearby castle. I didn't expect them to have found you in advance. By the way, I How much do you need to pay?"

"Are you rich?" Lu Fan's eyes lit up.

"Rolin gave me travel expenses, but he said that the church is tight now, so he let me save some money. He gave me three silver coins, and now I have fifteen silver coins left."

"Can this silver coin reproduce itself?"

"There are always people who give me money on the road, and take care of my food considerately, and say that there is no one in his house. But after a few minutes, he forgets that I exist, and even forgets to give money. The same person can send three Four times, the money is there."

"...Come with us, or you will sell yourself and count the money for others sooner or later. Lucifer, don't talk, your opinion is not important."

Fifteen silver coins is a bit tricky. Now that prices are soaring, a luxurious meal will cost about 30 silver coins, but four people can last a week with a little savings.

When Lu Fan was planning his next trip, a group of people had already surrounded the Adventurer's Guild.

The leading adventurer stared at the spies beside him and said, "Are you sure? Did the woman with the mole go in?"

"...Well, I'm not sure. That woman is very weird. I will forget her existence when I look at it. I probably went in."

"Be sure!"

"Not sure."

"never mind,

It's up to you, old friend. "

A magician wrapped in a black robe stretched out his withered hands, stroking his familiar quietly.

This familiar is only the size of a kitten, looks like a flying eyeball, and has a pair of slightly funny meat wings on the back.

It is a beholder.

This kind of demon from hell is very cunning, and it is almost impossible to catch it when it grows up. However, this magician got a beholder's cub by chance, and raised it to its current size little by little.

Signing a contract with a demon allows human magicians to share the huge magic power of the demon and gain some attribute blessings from the other party. Therefore, cultivating a familiar is also a compulsory course for many human magicians.

Caressing the beholder, the aged magician quietly dived, interfered with the law, and began to investigate the situation in the room.

"There are five people in total, three men and two women. There is indeed a mole in the corner of a woman's eye, which should be the target. The other man is weak and should be an employee. There is another man who is stronger, but there are twenty-three of you , there should be no problem. The other woman is weaker, and the last man..."

The magician was stunned.

His body began to shake.

The existence of the other party is so terrifying that even just looking at it will blind him. This kind of terrifying existence is like the gods in the sky, and it shouldn't appear here at all.

The fear from the depths of his soul made him want to run away, but when he saw the other party, the other party also saw himself.

The trembling magician couldn't say a word at all, and his abnormality was also noticed by the adventurer leader on the side.

"What did you see?" he asked nervously.

"Run, no, no need, we are dead. Kneel down, kneel down, that adult is not something we can touch, kneel down!"

Kneeling on the ground first, cold sweat dripped from his cloak, but he still kept his head down, not daring to lift it up.

This panic infected other adventurers, and the usually high-ranking magician had never shown such an expression at all, making them kneel on the ground involuntarily.

I don't know how long it took before the magician raised his head and said happily, "He's gone."

"Who is that?" the adventurer leader asked quickly.

"I don't know, but it's unnecessary, he's gone."

Letting out a long breath, the magician wiped off the cold sweat on his head, feeling that his life span had been shortened by another ten years.

Returning the reward given by the adventurer leader to the other party, he said calmly: "I will return the money to you. I don't want to die. And as an old friend for many years, I also suggest that you don't go into this muddy water."

The leader of the adventurer held the money bag, then shook his head, and threw the money back: "Take it, it's life-saving money. But I still want to do this entrustment, whoever agrees, whoever opposes."

"Boss Duran, we listen to you." An adventurer shouted immediately.

"Very good." Boss Duran nodded towards the magician, "I'm sorry, thank you for your reminder, but it's not my style to give up the commission. Besides, I still have cards."

"Are you going to shoot yourself?"

"That's right."

Lifting off his cloak, Boss Duran took out his cards.

It was a golden matchlock gun. There were no lead bullets or gunpowder in the gun, but miraculously it could be triggered every time.

[Arquebus of bad luck]!

It used to be an artifact of the god of luck, but after the opponent fell, this artifact was left outside until it was accidentally obtained by Boss Duran.

Shoot it at a living creature, and the opponent will have a high probability of being shrouded in bad luck, but there is also a 10% chance of becoming extremely lucky.

If you shoot the same target multiple times, the effects will superimpose, but the probability of getting lucky will become smaller and smaller, and as long as one shot is bad luck, all previous lucky effects will be invalid.

The previous owner of the gun died at the poker table.

After winning one hundred games in a row, he triumphantly shot himself in the head, and then his face changed drastically.

As he fled the casino in a hurry, a cannonball fell from the ceiling, smashing the hapless man to a pulp.

After getting this gun, Boss Duran pulled the trigger on himself twice in total.

Once he was caught for committing a crime, and in the cell, he shot himself with the attitude of giving it a try.

The next day, when he was supposed to be hanged, the rope above his head broke for no apparent reason, and it happened three times in a row.

Even the hemp rope just bought would break in an instant, which made the city lord at the time choose to release it on the spot.

The second time, it was because of the magician.

When this old friend failed to summon the demon and was about to be dragged to hell, it was the boss Duran who shot himself decisively, and then went to hell instead of the magician, and then came back intact and brought back an eye to the magician. Devil Cub.

Because of this relationship, they formed an unbreakable friendship that remains to this day.

And now, Boss Duran was about to fire the third shot.

He bit the muzzle of the gun, and the hand holding the trigger trembled slightly, but he pulled the trigger resolutely.

The gunshot rang out, and the people on the side looked nervously at Boss Duran, looking forward to the final outcome.

Boss Duran felt it quietly, then took out twelve dice from his pocket and threw them out.

The dice fell to the ground like hailstones and flew everywhere on the ground.

After the dice came to rest, the adventurers around let out a gasp.

Boss Duran just threw them away, and these dice gathered together in the process of continuous jumping, and finally they were neatly stacked into a row.

A miraculous sight showed that Captain Duran had succeeded.

"Is it alright?" an adventurer asked admiringly.

"No, it shouldn't be enough." Captain Duran shook his head, "If the other party is really what the old friend said, then it's not enough."

Bite the gun, he shot himself again.

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