This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Under the pitch-black night, the flesh and blood chariot kept galloping under the cover of night.

Mather, who was on guard at night, sat on the top of the chariot, his toes were like hooks firmly grasping the roof of the chariot, so that he could not fall off on the galloping chariot.

The chariot traveling at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour makes the surrounding scenery so fast that only afterimages are left. Only those who can control their bodies properly will not be thrown off.

Spreading out the map, he used the light of the flashlight to determine his current location in the icy cold wind, sighing from time to time.

"What's wrong?"

Mercer directly punched the place where the sound came out, but only hit a cloud of air.

The opponent nimbly dodged Mather's attack, and then sat beside Mather: "Stop messing around, I died again just now. So what's the matter?"

Mather handed over her water bottle and continued to sigh: "It's nothing, my hometown is ahead."

Jin took a sip of his wine: "And then?"

"I used to be a devout monk, but after discovering that the priest in this area was summoning demons, I reported him to my superiors."

"Well, according to the situation at the time, you did nothing wrong. What about after that?"

"I was sent to the trial court for having an affair with a demon."

Jin looked at Martha, feeling a bit out of logic.

Patting Jin on the shoulder, Mather said melancholy: "The other party has contact with the upper echelon, or the upper echelon is their patron. Most of the demons summoned by these people were given to the upper echelon, so it is normal for me to be arrested."

"I've heard something about this before, but I still don't understand how to summon demons in the human world?"

"There are sacrifices as long as there are sacrifices. The God of Sacrifice is not picky in this regard. As long as you pay enough, he can give you some weak demon gods."

"What do those people want demons for?"

Mather showed a meaningful smile: "Some people's games are beyond your imagination."

Then, he passed a piece of information over.

He turned on his own ghost system, and Jin turned it off immediately after reading a few pages.

Wiping the cold sweat off his head, he felt that compared with the demons, the upper echelons of the Roland Church should fall into hell.

"Afterwards, I was sent to the front line, then joined the rebel army, and joined the Church of New Roland. Counting now, I haven't been home for a long time."

"homesick?"

"A little bit. But I don't know what to say when I go back. My father is also a devout believer. I didn't even have time to say goodbye to him when I was taken away. I don't know how he is now?"

Jin didn't know what to say, but just patted Mather silently.

When it was almost dawn, the flesh and blood chariot finally stopped.

Looking out from the top of the chariot, Mercer could already see his hometown.

It was a very peaceful small village. Thick fog shrouded the village, making it peaceful like a dream.

Looking at the familiar village, Mather was both nostalgic and apprehensive.

Finally, he jumped off the chariot and said to the editor below who was about to set up a temporary supply point: "Commander, I..."

"I know." The editor put down his work and nodded, "You were born here, right? I know you really want to go in and take a look, but we don't have enough time, so..."

Martha sighed in disappointment.

"So, can I give you a temporary task? I need someone to investigate the situation there, can I give it to you?"

"No problem, sir!"

Mather hugged the editing hand excitedly, and then walked quickly towards the village.

But on the way, he turned back and said to Jin and the little boy who were resting by the fire, "Would you like to go home with me?"

"Why?" The little boy asked suspiciously, "I don't have the function of becoming a girl, so don't count on me to lie to my parents that I got a wife."

Mather punched the little boy into the ground: "I just want to introduce my friends to them."

"I don't think that's the way to treat a friend."

Jin Ze nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, but next time I meet my hometown, I hope you can go there together."

"Who is your friend." The little boy in the field said, "Don't, put away the dagger, can't I be your friend! Don't come here, can you be a true friend!"

Slowly walking towards his village, Mather's expression became more and more hesitant.

He rarely put on clothes, some plastic items hung on his wrists, cheap but gorgeous.

Bring some for both Jin and the little boy, and Mather explained: "It is the custom in my hometown that you must be more solemn when you go home, so as to show that you are okay outside. If you don't do this, my father will be laughed at."

"Unexpectedly, you still love your father. Don't, put your hands down, you have to fight back."

Passing through the dense fog in the early morning and stepping over a small bridge, the three of them walked into a small village shrouded in fog.

As soon as he stepped into the village, Mather's footsteps stopped for a moment.

Jin also silently touched the dagger at his waist, but Mather pressed his hand and shook his head slightly.

Only the little boy was walking forward on his own, and asked as he walked, "What are your specialties here? Is there anything more delicious?"

“The milk tea cake is not bad.”

"Then I must eat more. That person looks like you, is it your relative?"

"He is my father."

Standing at the gate of the village was a middle-aged man who was 70% similar to Mather, with half-white hair and dewy brown beard.

He has a big frame, but he looks a little thin, just leaning on a cane and bending over to look out of the village, his white eyes have no focus.

Anyone could see that he was blind.

Mather walked over as lightly as possible, the sound of footsteps was disproportionately light when he moved, but it still aroused the other party's vigilance.

"Is it Mather?" The middle-aged man asked expectantly.

A villager who happened to pass by said helplessly: "Old Mather, you have been standing here for a year, and your son can't come back. Don't call out when you hear strange footsteps... No, this seems to be true!"

And Martha had already stepped up and hugged her father into her arms: "Sorry, Dad, I'm back."

The man's crutches fell to the ground, and his withered right hand grabbed Martha's clothes tightly, crying uncontrollably.

Afterwards, almost everyone in the village gathered here, watching Mather who came back curiously.

The little boy gnawed on the milk tea cake, and blew while eating: "Mather is a big shot in our place now. King Roland knows that Mather has a place in the Twelve Killing Gods under his command. In Roland Church, it can be said that one person is under one person and over ten thousand people, and one look at ordinary times can make people frightened. Sigh, is there any more cake? I'll have another piece."

Jin, who was sitting beside him, handed over a piece and said in a low voice, "I have to say, sometimes you are pretty good."

"I think so."

And Mather supported his father, whispering what he had seen and heard after he left, and the man seemed to be listening, but he didn't seem to hear anything, he just stroked his son's hand silently, feeling the presence of his son.

After talking for an hour, Mather stood up: "I have to go, father, but I will come back later. When we win, I will definitely come back."

"Okay, okay." The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Okay."

Saying goodbye to everyone, Mather and Jin dragged the little boy who was still munching on the cake and left the village, and found the editor who was still making arrangements.

"Is the investigation over?" the editor asked.

"It's over."

Mather took a deep breath, and then said solemnly: "Please fire."