Dungeon Player

Due to a sudden traffic accident, the entire caravan had stopped. The beetle that caused the accident looked frightened. Under its front feet, it made a "bang" sound like a ball of meat being crushed. After the same sound, red blood began to flow out, and soon a small pool of red blood formed under the beetle beast's front feet.

The beetle beast looked at its feet. It seemed that it felt a little uncomfortable because of the sticky situation. ring.

Not only was the entire caravan silent, but even the players who were talking quietly were silent now. However, in Nicholas's view, it didn't look like they were silent because they were nervous or angry, but more like they were helpless and holding back laughter. etc.

After a while, a goblin with the words "Meikawa Kuzi" on his head looked at the stopped caravan, and then asked loudly without any concern for the situation:

"What happened? I just went to the forum to post a live post. What did I miss?!"

As soon as he spoke, the players beside him who had been silent suddenly became upset.

"The hoe was crushed to pieces by the active NPC. It was so real."

"Can you see the pool of blood over there? It's for hoeing."

"Can we save even if we step on it? Doctor!"

"Mad, I'm afraid you don't want to laugh me to death so that you can inherit my plus-two handleless dagger! Hahahaha!

The players who had been quiet suddenly started to make noise again, and bursts of laughter broke out.

Nicholas didn't understand why these goblins could laugh so easily after seeing their companions being trampled. He couldn't laugh at all. His face was pale, and he looked at the frowning demon lord Sherlock next to him. Browsing, Nicholas did not expect that things would develop to this extent, and said to Sherlock:

"Xia, Lord Sherlock, this..."

"It's a bit difficult to handle. I didn't expect that something like this would happen, but I also know that you can't be entirely blamed for this. He is also responsible for his careless walking."

Sherlock frowned, looking a little unhappy.

Although Nicholas felt that this was no longer a matter of carelessness, he had already trampled his subordinates. Besides, it was meaningless to shirk responsibility. Fortunately, Lord Sherlock did not seem to be angry because of this. For the sake of the future of cooperative relationship, Nicholas felt that he still had to express it

"Lord Sherlock, I am willing to bear the corresponding damages and pensions for this goblin and his family. I will not embarrass you."

Nicholas said so.

"Hey, this matter itself is not your fault, but it has come to this. I only hope that these compensation magic stones can help his grandparents, parents, wife, more than a dozen children, and a sister who is paralyzed in bed, and they can live in a better future. Let’s have enough food and clothing.”

Sherlock sighed, showing a helpless expression that said, "This is the only way."

What the hell? Grandparents, parents, wives, and more than a dozen children, why do we need to include a sister who is paralyzed in bed?

Although Goblin's daily expenses are not very large, the family is close to number twenty, right? There is one person who is paralyzed in bed. How do you want to be able to live without worries about food and clothing in the future?

Counting the 500 Magic Stones from his grandparents' pension and the 500 Magic Stones for each of his dozen or so children, it counts as education and living expenses. If we calculate it as 15 children, it would be 1,500 Magic Stones. He himself The salary of a goblin is five magic stones per month, which is sixty magic stones a year. Even if he can work for another thirty years, it will be one thousand eight hundred magic stones.

Including mental damage expenses and funeral expenses, it is cheaper to have a mass grave burial, not to mention two hundred magic stones. After all these miscellaneous things, it is already four thousand magic stones! This is not counting his sister who is paralyzed in bed! If it were counted, I would add a thousand magic stones at least!

Something's going on!

Although these five thousand magic stones are nothing to a big businessman like Nicholas, if the compensation is here, then his trade trip will be almost the same as a wasted trip. You must know that he originally planned to pay only The compensation is a hundred magic stones, who would have thought that it would cost so much!

Nicholas's first reaction was that Sherlock, the demon lord, was blackmailing him. In general, if a servant was killed in a dungeon, he would only be given a certain amount of pension at most. The price would be different depending on the position and strength, like Goblin This kind of low-level underground creature can only reach the sky with fifty magic stones!

To be honest, Nicholas's psychological price is actually only one hundred magic stones. This is because he hopes to have a good relationship with Sherlock, but now that he feels that Sherlock is blackmailing him, he is a little defensive.

"Baron Nicholas, I know your difficulties. I know that it is not easy for you to go out to do business. You come to the mines every day and earn hard-earned money. As the lord of the eternal kingdom, I also have the obligation to bear the responsibility. A little bit, let's do this, you can pay two hundred magic stones as compensation, and I'll take care of the rest myself. Hey, another few thousand magic stones..." Sherlock saw Nicholas' pale face and sighed. So said.

"Wait a minute, Master Sherlock, do you really plan to give out thousands of magic stones? Maybe this is just your first dungeon, and you don't know much about it. The average Goblin's pension is only fifty magic stones. ."

Nicholas was really scared this time. No matter how rich he was, he couldn't just give away a few thousand magic stones as a pension to the goblins, right?

"Although it is my first time to be a dungeon lord, I also know these common senses. But you also know that in my position, many people are watching. They discuss it every day and criticize me from time to time. I I spend a lot of time every day reading their comments about my dungeon. Although I have recruited so many servants, there are already tens of thousands of people applying to join my dungeon every day, and my head is racing. The squeeze is broken. Although I can't use them now, I will still need them in the future. This is the first time a goblin died in a traffic accident in my dungeon. I have to correct my attitude and make a statement to let me Servants, and those who want to join, just relax."

After Sherlock said this earnestly, Nicholas's expression became more and more shocked.

How many thousands of applicants are there in the queue? A large number of people pay attention to it every day, and they still talk about dungeons every day? Has Lord Sherlock really reached this level? Attracting this much attention? Could it be that he is the son of a great noble? Even being the son of Satan is not impossible!

When Nicholas thought of this, he couldn't help but trembled a little. If this really was the son of Satan, or a second-generation high-ranking demon of a similar level, and he was so generous, the dungeon developed so fast, and so many goblins were recruited in the early stage, then Everyone can understand. As for why they came to develop underground cities in such a remote and dangerous place, and there are no ready-made magic stones, it is probably because the elders in the family said: "There are hundreds of thousands of magic stones here, you can go out by yourself." Start a business!" If you are kicked out like this, then this is completely the result of nobles coming out to experience civilian life, and by the way, it will be a little more difficult.

If it really reaches this level, the magic stone is no longer a magic stone in their eyes, it is completely thrown away as a stone! This is it!

Nicholas understood when he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more likely he felt that this possibility was extremely high. It was no longer a level that he could access. If he could develop a cooperative trade relationship with such a person, he might even be able to one day Being his dog leg, Nicholas seems to have seen a bright future——

The noble Lord Nicholas! As a high-level vampire, he has his own dungeon like those high-level demons and becomes an equal to them!

To be honest, Nicholas didn't even want to compensate for two hundred magic stones at first. One hundred magic stones was already his psychological limit. But after figuring out this joint, he didn't even want to pay for two thousand magic stones, let alone two hundred magic stones. I’m willing to go out!

Of course, there is also a possibility that Lord Sherlock is bragging! I was pretending to be fat and wanted to deceive him about the magic stone, but buying two hundred magic stones would give me peace of mind and an opportunity. Nicholas felt that this deal was not a loss. What if it was true?

Handing over two hundred magic stones is like pulling out a hair, giving you a chance to enter the city in peace and harmony. You just need to slowly understand the background of this high-ranking demon named Sherlock! Nicholas felt comfortable when he thought about it.

Besides, Nicholas didn't think there would be a demon lord who would use cowhide like this just to defraud himself of two hundred magic stones? No matter how poor you are, you can never be this poor.

"Lord Sherlock, my situation is too small. I understand. Please help me give these two hundred magic stones to his family. Although it is only a little bit, it is also my heart and represents my apology."

Nicholas took out his magic stone card as he spoke, and Sherlock also took out his magic stone card. The two quickly handed over the two hundred magic stones. When Sherlock saw the magic stones arrived, he spoke righteously. :

"That's for sure. Don't worry, these two hundred magic stones are not for me, but for his family. I will send this pension to his family as soon as possible."

Everyone acted as if nothing had happened. Under the guidance of Sherlock, the caravan of fifty people drove directly to the newly dug and unfinished space with thirty carts and thirty beetle beasts. This was originally Sherlock planned to use it as a collective dormitory for those players, and now it is temporarily used by these caravans.

As for the crushed body of Hoe He, naturally let the other players clean it up and throw it aside, and clean up the dungeon at the same time. The Eternal Kingdom pays great attention to the appearance of the city.

When things got here, everyone was happy, and Nicholas couldn't help but smile on his face. It was understandable that the goblins around him were laughing, and he was more certain in his heart that Sherlock's identity was not simple.

After all, he is a demon lord of that level, so it is understandable that the subordinates he recruits are a little crazy.

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