This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Just when Lu Fan killed one of the masterminds, Martin also came to a random place through the portal.

Although he is over a hundred years old, his movements are still light when he lands, like an elegant black cat.

Landing quietly, he observed the surrounding environment at an extremely fast speed, and then disappeared into a shadow behind the stone pillar.

Blocking all his breath, he completely disappeared into this environment like a drop of water that merged into the sea.

After silently waiting for a dozen breaths, he confirmed that there was no hostility around him, and then he released his concealment and began to observe the surrounding environment.

This is a spacious hall with expensive red carpets on the floor and beautifully framed paintings on the walls.

After looking at it for a moment, Martin nodded, knowing where he was.

He's in the High Lord's Mansion in Hammer City.

Hanging on the wall is a portrait of Alsace. The lion-like appearance combined with the silver-white hair made this demigod nicknamed "Silver Master" extremely eye-catching.

Wiping it on the table next to him, Martin looked at the dust on the white glove and shook his head slightly.

Unqualified maid, a bit lacking in training.

"It was actually teleported here. Is Lord Aili related to the disappearance of the magic stone?"

Comparing the relationship between Lu Fan and Ai Li, and the relationship between Lu Fan and Magic Stone, Martin knew that if Ai Li really did this, then she would be dead.

At this time, there was no one in the empty hall, but food, fireworks and various framed decorations prepared for the upcoming ceremony could be seen everywhere.

"It looks like it stopped in a hurry, fleeing in fear of crime? No, it's not like. The food has already started to rot, and it should have been a few days. Did something go wrong here a few days ago?"

Moreover, in terms of magical power, Lord Aili and the magicians under him do have the strength to steal all the magic stones without knowing it.

However, to offend his big backer for 210,000 magic stones, Martin felt that this was not something a rational demon could do.

Thinking of this, Martin snapped his fingers, and a saber condensed from lightning appeared in his hand.

Walking lightly on the carpet, he was as silent as a ghost, covering up all the murderous aura around him.

And his footwork is also very special, every movement when walking is eliminating his own sense of existence, so that even if other demons see him, they have a certain probability to ignore his existence.

Looking from room to room, he finally found a living creature in a bedroom.

A slime.

As a qualified butler, he clearly remembered the looks of all the slimes under Lu Fan, and knew the direction of each other's expertise, even more familiar than Lu Fan himself.

The moment he saw this slime, he remembered the other party's identity, the slime who could survive under his own thunder.

take off your clothes.

Only now, this slime's behavior is not quite right.

It was so thin that only a piece of skin remained, but it was still staring at the empty chair in front of it seriously, as if there was something extremely important there.

"Illusion magic?" Martin said softly.

He is not a magician, but as a character with level 6 swordsmanship, he knows how to break these magics.

Non-magicians will have inherent disadvantages in the face of prepared magicians, but any skill that reaches level six will be dubbed "Holy", stepping into a realm that ordinary demons cannot step into in their lifetime.

In this field, their high level of skill allowed them to possess all kinds of miraculous means, some of which were not necessarily inferior to magic.

Tapping his Thunder Sword lightly, the sword glow made of thunder and lightning began to tremble rapidly, bursting out bursts of muffled thunder-like sounds.

Then, a thunder sounded in the ear of the undressed,

The extremely penetrating thunder directly made the body stiff after taking off his clothes, and it took a long time to soften slowly.

After regaining his senses, he looked at the empty chair in front of him in horror, then immediately jumped up to wipe it off, and stared at the dust on the soles of his feet for a moment, stunned.

"Illusions! When did I get the magic? How many days did I stare at a chair?"

Turning around, he saw Martin standing beside him, and immediately judged from the other party's attire that the other party was the new butler of Demon King City, Mr. Martin.

Nodding slightly to the other party, he took off his clothes and said politely, "Thank you, Mr. Martin. Am I under illusion magic?"

"Yes, please recall, when is the time you can be sure that you didn't have the illusion?" Martin replied proficiently in Chinese.

Not long after he woke up, he learned Chinese from Wang Lang. For a sword master, learning a new language is very easy.

"Seven days ago, I was pretty sure."

"Did something happen in between?"

"Eliza."

"I see."

Neither Take Off Clothes nor Martin are idiots, and they determined the source of the anomaly in a few words.

Recalling the observations of these seven days, I took off my clothes and shuddered.

I thought I was observing in secret, but I didn't expect to have already fallen into the other party's trap.

I wasted a whole seven days!

When I think I am still in the dark, the other party may watch me like a clown, and laugh mockingly from time to time.

He let out a long breath, took off his clothes and immediately performed a series of self-counseling treatments to temporarily wake himself up from the shadow of failure.

There is more important work to be done now, and we cannot sink.

Beside him, Martin watched with satisfaction as he took off his clothes, and nodded in admiration.

Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is not being able to get out.

In the past hundred years, Martin has known countless people who are more talented than himself, but there are only a handful of demons who can reach the sanctuary in the end.

Because he can afford to fail.

He failed countless times, and every time he failed was a thing that made the devil miserable, which meant that the efforts in the past were in vain, and it meant that reality completely denied himself.

But what doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger.

Reaching out to take off his clothes, Martin said with a smile: "Are you ready? Let us serve Mr. Lu together, Mr. Take off your clothes."

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Martin."

Taking off his clothes and holding Martin's hand, it wrapped around Martin's body like a stream of running water, and finally swam to his neck.

Sticking to Martin's neck, he took off his clothes and got close to Martin as much as possible: "My special ability is intuition, but my combat ability is not strong. I hope I can help you. When I feel wrong, I will hit you."

"I remember." Martin nodded with a smile.

Walking in the empty Grand Lord's Mansion, Martin suddenly felt a sense of fate, which made him stop involuntarily, and stared blankly ahead.

As a sword master, he can already vaguely feel the existence of the so-called fate.

As the butler of the Demon King, he is looking for the missing magic stone to complete his master's mission.

And as a young girl's grandfather, he is looking for the murderer who killed his granddaughter.

At this moment, these two missions were intertwined and pointed to the same goal. It was hard for him to believe that this was just a coincidence.

Perhaps, this is my end point...

"Mr. Martin?" Seeing that Martin stopped, he took off his clothes and asked suspiciously.

"It's fine." Martin shook his head, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

He is lying!

He noticed this immediately after taking off his clothes, but he didn't say it.

There is an unshakable determination hidden in the other party, which cannot be dispelled by a few words.

After hesitating for a while, he took off his clothes and said, "Mr. Martin."

"What's up?"

"I can be resurrected infinitely, so if any danger occurs, please abandon me decisively, there is no problem."

"Okay, I see. Don't worry, I still have six targets, but I'll be down to five soon."

Patting the slime on the shoulder, Martin strode forward.

To meet your own destiny.