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Chapter 5 Releasing Emotions
Whoa-!
"Dare to steal my money?! I won't beat you to death!"

On the screen, a burly adventurer was grabbing another thief and punching and kicking him. People around him stepped aside.

Although the lottery house has a large space, it cannot withstand a large number of people, and it is filled with a large number of thieves here.

Before Lotter could react, another group of people started to wrestle on the screen, just because one of them won the money, while the other guy who lost everything changed to grab it.

The people around suddenly moved away again—the panic and irritability began to spread.

The goblins looked at the human beings in the hall, and while they laughed, they felt that they had energy again.

"Hurry up and send the death knight to stop it! Now!"

Lott put up the railing and yelled at the bottom. He was not a simple-minded monster. If there was a dispute in an entertainment venue, the panic would quickly infect other people - they were here to have fun. , what's going on without security?

The goblins were taken aback when they heard the lord yelling like this, and then began to command and dispatch in a panic.

After a while, a team of powerful black-armored knights suddenly appeared on the screen, and kicked the fighting people out of the arena. Immediately, the people present were relieved, and then went on to buy frogs, while the goblin On the side of the domain hall where we are located, the energy value began to drop a little.

"There are disputes between human beings, and then fights are triggered. We also have income here. Is this not good? Why should we stop it?"

Maria asked strangely, this is also what the other goblins thought.

"If you don't stop it, don't think about continuing to open this shop in the future."

The monsters didn't understand Lot's words, but they didn't say anything.

Watching the fierce shouts erupting on the screen again and the cheers and curses at the end, the goblins here also opened champagne to celebrate.

Different from the reaction of the monsters, Lott frowned and looked at the emotional values ​​of the humans in the room on the screen.

Anger and happiness each account for one-third, and the rest is a lot of suppressed emotions such as jealousy, sadness, and joy.

They need to vent!
A lot of emotions accumulated in the heart will cause problems!
Thinking of this, Lott immediately shouted down:

"In 1 minute, get me a tavern right away! Hurry up!"

When the little monsters heard this, they were a little dazed for a moment, and they were a little at a loss for the various orders that suddenly appeared from the lord.

Finally, under the instructions of the red hat leader around, he quickly operated the machine, and at the same time, some guys kept waving the short sticks in their hands. Under the joint force of the machine and magic, a simulated picture of a small tavern appeared on the screen. ——It looks like an unpainted 3D model——you can inject energy into it only after the lord nods his approval, and then transform related objects into entities.

"Make the tavern bigger for me." Lott stood on it and instructed: "And put a sign next to it, indicating what this tavern can do."

The goblins followed the order and added something to the tavern model on the screen. Finally, the leader below raised his head and asked, "It's ready, my lord, can you see it now?"

Lott looked at it for a while, nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Okay, let's get started."

"Follow your orders!"

Gil lost all the bag of gold coins he had received before. Dejected, he squeezed out the crowd who were still shouting wildly. When he came outside, he became more and more angry as he thought about it:

"I would have bought Napoleon if I knew it earlier, that guy can jump so fast, what the heck."

In the end, he slammed the empty bag in his hand on the ground, and felt his throat a little dry at the same time—it was because he was hoarse and shouted incessantly just now.

"Let's go find a pub outside."

While talking, the mercenary started to walk towards the exit of the dungeon. At this moment, he suddenly found a large tavern next to the lottery house.
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When was this built? ?
Feeling speechless for a moment, Jill turned his head and looked around. In the square with not many people, there were only these two buildings.

"Forget it, let's go in and have a drink."

Seeing the adventurers coming and going, Jill walked in involuntarily, but when he got closer, he found a sign next to the tavern:
"Drink, vent, fight, no killing."

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What breaks the rules?

After pushing the door and entering, there was a huge and loud noise. Looking around, the entire tavern hall was full of seats, and the business seemed to be quite prosperous.

"Most of them came from the lottery house next door."

Jill walked and said, and at the same time found that there were some knights wrapped in bright silver armor in the corner of the wall - Lott asked the elite monsters on the ninth floor - the death knights to be transferred here to maintain law and order. After the external modification, it went online.

The knight is only level 40. After all, the level of the entire dungeon is only level 4. However, the adventurers who come and go are generally only around level 10, and level 20 is even more rare, so it can be dealt with.

"These should be guards, right?"

Jill looked at the silver armored knights sitting by the wall like ordinary guards. They were all wrapped in airtight armor, with their arms crossed and their heads bowed in thought. They sneaked in from other positions to catch fish.

"Wait, are there guards here?? Why don't I know?"

Jill in the dungeon has been here several times, but today's strange things happened one after another, but his increasingly dry throat stopped him from thinking, and he quickly walked towards the front bar.

"Have an ale, man."

Behind the bar, the burly bartender with a sinister face crossed his arms and looked at him coldly without moving.

"What's wrong?! I have money!"

Gilton was a little hairy, and with a snap, he slapped a gold coin on the bar.

The bartender glanced at the gold coin and said with a sneer, "A mercenary? I'm so brave, I dare to sit here."

"What's wrong with sitting here?!"

"Because this is my place!"

A voice sounded from behind, and at the same time a strong big hand patted Jill's shoulder forcefully, "I just went to the toilet, and you dare to go first?! Tired of work, kid?!"

At this moment, Jill understood, but he didn't plan to stand up - because of the loss of money, he needed to find a place to vent his suppressed emotions for a long time. This guy was just right, but his throat is very thirsty now!

At this time, the bartender in front pushed him a glass of high-purity spirits, smiled and encouraged him:
"This cup is for you, Mr. Mercenary, I wish you luck in your next beating."

"Thank you!" Jill took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. "Ha! Good wine!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up, turned around, snapped the wine glass, and shattered it on the head of the guy behind him.
The energy representing anger begins to soar! (To be continued)
(End of this chapter)