endless force

Chapter 69 Dear Prophet

"Really?" Gargamel narrowed his eyes to a thin slit and looked at Mo Fan with suspicion.

"Of course." Mo Fan raised his eyebrows proudly and asked, "You don't believe me?"

"Unless you can tell what's going on inside that door, I won't believe it!" Gargamel looked at the human being in front of her with a scrutinizing gaze, and only then did she start to look at this ordinary human being.

"If I go into the first room, I can see a big box in the middle, and on it sits a dog with very big eyes like a pair of teacups.

But I don't care about it!As long as you can give me your blue plaid apron, I will spread it on the ground, then quickly walk over, pick up the dog and put it on your apron. Then I can open the box. It was a box of money, but the money was made of copper.

In the second room also sits a dog whose eyes are as big as water wheels, and I only need to put him on your apron, and then I can take the silver coins that are in the chest. " Mo Fan Kaikai said, "The dog's eyes on the cash box in the third room are as big as a round tower, but I just need to put it on your apron, and it won't Hurt me, and then I can take the gold coins in this chest. "

Gargamel couldn't help but change his face after hearing this. The human being in front of him actually said exactly what she wanted to say, and his expression became a little panicked: "Are you really...a prophet?"

"You should call me a respected prophet!" Mo Fan said brazenly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, respected Prophet." Gargamel said respectfully, "I was so rude to you earlier because I didn't know your identity. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you." Mo Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, trying not to let himself laugh out loud. If he hadn't read the complete works of "Andersen's Fairy Tales" very well, and the tinder box was one of his favorite fairy tales, He really might not be able to pretend to be this badass.

"Thank you very much." Gargamel took out a folded blue plaid apron from his pocket and handed it to Mo Fan, "Dear Prophet, since you already know the solution, I'll trouble you."

"I'm here, no accident." Mo Fan took the blue plaid apron, but immediately a pungent smell came over his face, like an old lady's foot wrap.

He covered his nose, pinched the huge blue plaid apron, and began to check the attributes.

Name: blue plaid apron

Type: drama related
Tier: Tier [-]
Function: Keep three dogs somewhere calm and peaceful!
Special effects: none

Whether copies can be taken out: No

Remarks: There is some magical power on it, but the taste is... a bit weird!
"What on earth does this smell like?" Mo Fan pinched the blue plaid apron with two fingers. He felt that the smell on it was not only choking his nose, but also burning his eyes.

He really couldn't stand it, so he immediately put the blue plaid apron into the storage space, and then he felt that the time was much fresher. He glanced at Gargamel who looked surprised, and then said: "Hurry up and take out the rope. I'll go down and help you." Get the tinderbox."

"Okay." Gargamel saw Mo Fan suddenly disappearing the blue plaid apron, and he became more convinced of the identity of the other party's prophet.

She hastily put her hand like a dead branch into her pocket again, and then pulled out a length of hemp rope that was as thick as a baby's arm, and kept pulling it out.

After pulling for more than a minute, she pulled out the whole hemp rope from her seemingly bottomless pocket, which was at least 100 meters long.

Then Gargamel nailed one end of the hemp rope to the ground, and Mo Fan consciously tied the other end tightly around his waist. He didn't want to taste the feeling of being thrown to death.

If the rope suddenly breaks and he falls down, he just hopes that he will die quickly. If he does not die, it will definitely be painful.

The next thing is much simpler. Gargamel holds the rope and puts Mo Fan down one by one. There is no need to worry about Gargamel's lack of arm strength, because this ten thousand-year-old maid can put Mo Fan down with one hand. It's the same as playing with it.

But before Mo Fan went down, he still asked a doubt in his heart: "Since you have all the tools, why don't you go down and get the tinder box yourself?"

"Dear Prophet, because I am cursed, I cannot go down there." Gargamel explained with a pull.

Mo Fan nodded, and then began to fall along the cave wall, and the surroundings became darker and darker. After a few minutes, Mo Fan found a pinch of light below.

He reckoned that it was not far from the ground, and sure enough, he landed on the ground after a while, and saw a wide corridor next to it, lit with more than 100 bright lamps, very bright, basically gentle with the descriptions in fairy tales.

Mo Fan untied the rope tied around his waist, and then walked in along the corridor. Sure enough, after a while, he saw three wooden doors.

Inside the first door are small dogs and copper coins, inside the second door are medium dogs and silver coins, and in the third door are big dogs and gold coins!

Since the original book did not specify which room the tinder box was in, he could only try his luck and simply start from the first room.

Mo Fan opened the first door, and a bright and empty room came into view. There was a huge box in the center of the room, and a dog the size of a calf sat on the box.

Since he didn't know much about dogs, he couldn't tell what kind of dog it was. Anyway, he could only feel that it looked very majestic.

The dog didn't look friendly. After seeing Mo Fan, it bared its teeth, showing its sharp teeth. Warm saliva flowed down the corners of its mouth. There was a strong longing in the bloodshot eyes of the dog!

"So the dog in this game won't have rabies?" Mo Fan looked at the dog in front of him and wondered.

But whether he had rabies or not, he had to try it first. He slowly approached the dog, and found that although the dog bared its teeth, it had no intention of rushing up to bite him.

Only then did he feel relieved to take out the blue plaid apron and spread it aside, and then he tried his best to hold the dog onto the apron.

It wasn't until this moment that Mo Fan discovered a problem, that is, there is a clear difference between fairy tales and reality. Fairy tales are meant for children and don't need rigorous logic.

So in fairy tales, soldiers can easily carry hundreds of pounds of dogs onto their blue plaid aprons, but now it's different.

Mo Fan had exhausted all his strength to hold this calf-sized dog, but what should he use to hold the two bigger dogs in the other two rooms?
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