Yu-Gi-Oh!: Fake Hanno, missing arms and legs at the beginning

Seeing the tightly sealed door, Atlas sneered disdainfully: "Are you afraid that I will run away? Don't worry, I will not leave until I get the Silver City deck."

Han Nuo didn't say much, but continued to repeat what the three people said: "Considering that Lord Atlas has not used the traps of the [Silver City], we have actually prepared traps in the auditorium. Please lure the enemy to the auditorium!"

"The auditorium?" Atlas glanced around and looked at the numerous doors. He sneered, "The auditorium of the Silver City? Where is it?"

"Push open the door on the right side facing the main gate, and that is the auditorium. Then please find a way to lead the guests to the auditorium, Lord Atlas!"

Atlas, who had been keeping due vigilance, suddenly shouted, "What if we don't go to the auditorium?"

"Why are you yelling so loudly? If you don't want to go, then don't go!" Han Nuo replied subconsciously, but the shouting sound allowed Atlas to catch the location where Han Nuo made the sound.

Atlas swung his hand violently, and dozens of [Bomb Stink Bugs] poured out of his body, flying in the directions where the sound came from, and launched a self-destructive attack without blinking.

"Boom!"

"Tsk! Didn't he die in the explosion?" Atlas swung a sticky spider silk from his hand, sweeping across several broken pieces of the Bluetooth speakers. He laughed with a hint of amusement, "It's actually a circuit board, not a magic circle? It seems that your identity as the guide of the Silver City is also not valid?"

Han Nuo felt his whole body numb.

What is this person doing? Why is there so much hostility? Throwing bombs at the slightest disagreement?

Even though they were just small bombs, only slightly more powerful than firecrackers, I would not be able to bear it if they were thrown at me!

This guy is definitely not someone I know, so maybe he is someone who looks like me and I have seen him in the forest... or in other words, the Insect King.

How to do?

Should we continue to test him? Or should we just confront him? And how should we deal with the trial in the Silver City?

Come to think of it, this seems not to be the first time I have met someone who calls himself Han Nuo.

It can't be a coincidence, right?

Han Nuo was still thinking about something, but Atlas didn't care about that and just stood in front of the door of the auditorium and threw out a handful of black beans.

Before Han Nuo had time to see clearly what those beans were used for, he saw two fat and big-eared goblins staggering in from the main gate.

One of the fatter ones kept muttering, "What do you think? Brother Chengyin, I knew that this invitation letter I snatched would make us two brothers rich! Look, how magnificent this castle is? I bought it with ten gold coins, and the old man in our family dared to look down on me?"

"My Master Cheng Jin! The language of the demon world is not something that ordinary people can understand. It is language that contains powerful magic. What should I do if it is cursed? How did you come in so carelessly?" Although the goblin named Cheng Yin also looked plump and wore gold and silver, he had a thick layer of calluses on his hands and his posture was a little humble.

"What's the big deal? I don't believe those mercenaries dare to cheat me of my money. Who doesn't know who I am, Cheng Jin?"

Cheng Jin didn't care much about Cheng Yin's words. He kept looking at the layout of the hall of the [Silver City] castle. He just felt that the statue in front of the stairs looked a bit of an eyesore. If he could put a golden statue of himself, Lord Cheng Jin, in it, it would probably be perfect.

Cheng Yin pretended to be humble and advised: "My Master Cheng Jin! The master said that if you don't perform well in this family assessment, you will be kicked out! How can you have the time to play in a place like this!"

"Isn't this castle my assessment project? Ten gold coins in exchange for so much silver, I really made a fortune. What else can the old man say now? It's just that the air quality here is a little bit not right. My nose has been itching!" Cheng Jin might have long been accustomed to the preaching of his cousin in front of him, and did not take these words to heart at all. He just felt a burning sensation in his entire respiratory tract, and he sneezed several times for no reason.

Then, Cheng Yin, who followed closely, couldn't hold it back and also sneezed several times in succession.

"The air quality here is indeed not very good, but the ground seems to be quite clean. I don't think it's safe here, my Master Cheng Jin! Let's just..."

Seeing Cheng Yin was trying to persuade him, Cheng Jin deliberately changed the subject and pretended to be angry, "How many times have I told you that you are my aunt's child, and you and I are like brothers. With our father's relationship, we are like princes in the Goblin Federation. Don't treat yourself like a servant and degrade yourself. Don't call me Master Cheng Jin anymore, just call me Cheng Jin."

Cheng Yin quickly waved his hand to refuse: "How can that be possible? Master Cheng Jin is..."

Atlas interrupted Cheng Yin's gallantry with an impatient roar: "How long are you two going to waste your time there?"

Cheng Jin, who was happily listening to Cheng Yin's flattery, suddenly became unhappy: "Are you the steward of the castle? This will soon become my property. Do you believe that I will fire you after I take over this castle?"

"It seems that you, an idiot, don't know whose business this is. But it's okay. [Gold Goblin]? It is indeed a card worth adding to the deck. If you can't get [Silver City], it's not bad to have a card for filter draw."

As he spoke, Atlas raised the duel disk.

Cheng Jin's face suddenly changed, as if he had recalled some bad memories. He was shocked and angry, and said in a trembling voice: "A soldier? Damn it, do you know who I am? I have hundreds of soldiers under my command. If you dare to attack me, you will be hunted down by hundreds of soldiers together. Don't do anything stupid."

Cheng Yin secretly stretched his hand to his waist, but his face showed a fierce look: "That's right, if you dare to attack us here, the commander-in-chief of the Goblin Federation, Master Bucheng, will definitely not let you go! Put down your weapons obediently!"

"Your warriors? After all, they are just some inferior duelists using an even inferior goblin deck. What can you do even if you come together?" Atlas did not hide the contempt on his face at all. He tapped the wall that seemed to be made of some alloy with a rhythmic rhythm. "Hey! You should still be there, right? As long as I kill this guy, I can get the [Silver City] deck, right?"