New Show Time

"It's okay, there's nothing worth mentioning, I'm leaving for the nineteenth floor."

"Oh...then don't bother. We are going back to Orari. Try not to go deep, it is very dangerous for you to bring a group of supporters."

"Ok, I know."

Weston also nodded, and walked towards the golden cave pavilion.

Staring at Weston's back, Ai Si looked puzzled: "He seems to be in a hurry."

"Ace, you were like this a few days ago." Riveria said angrily.

"Yes, will he..."

"Looking at his appearance, he is probably preparing some kind of experiment. I heard that he is collecting magic stones. Don't worry! At least he won't be as reckless as you and single out any class master. When we return to Orario, we will definitely see you again of!"

"Why are there no stairs leading to the seventeenth floor over there?"

"...well, he's an idiot too. With flying magic—"

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As Riveria said, at least Weston would not be so reckless as to single out any class master.

But because of the facts, although Weston is eager for a class master, his African-type encounter attributes really can't meet this kind of monsters. Basically, as long as he is not related to the protagonist, he has an African face.

In the blink of an eye, another three weeks passed.

During these three weeks, apart from the occasional twists and turns, it was basically calm.

The animal experiment was a small setback, and a week after getting satisfactory data, Weston started to go back to his old business.

For the next two weeks, he was in the sea of ​​magic stones. The repaired Velvet Kiss Type III was instantly killed when encountering enemies. He basically did not encounter any crisis, and only lived a boring life of focusing on collecting magic stones.

Time passed unconsciously like this.

It has been a month since Weston left from Orario to the dungeon.

And today is the time for him to return.

The first few supporters with weight-bearing skills stood in the tavern with a large bag full of magic stones on their backs, silently as if they were waiting for someone.

People passing by, seeing the shiny magic stone protruding from the mouth of the cloth bag, cast greedy eyes from time to time, but they were often pulled aside by familiar adventurers for education.

"You're crazy, do you know the details of that group of people? Those guys are lunatics, even monsters are afraid of existence."

"Hey, are you exaggerating? They seem to be at most Lv2, Lv3 level. Do you want to join forces?"

"I'm crazy to go to you to blackmail them. Do you know about the gigantic events of [Bador Porcupine], [Bager Bear], and [Cave Dragonfly]? The bloody smell of the nineteenth floor is here because of their bosses." .”

"He was also the one who defeated the enhanced species a month ago. He used to be the savior of the [-]th floor, but now he is feared. Although there are no rumors of him attacking people, but doing that kind of thing is obviously to make people feel good. Not too possible."

"Who is their boss?"

"That person." Someone pointed to the black-haired young man on the bar counter of the bar.

"It doesn't look any different. Let me try it out."

"Hey, I don't want to be unable to eat. And you are just a magician, low-level magic is useless in his hands."

"Isn't it?"

Someone tried to create a prank magic circle, and a crimson magic circle quietly rose up.

"The fire shall be unleashed from his cup."

Weston's eyes glanced, and silver eight-pointed stars emerged in his eyes.

"forget it."

The magic that has not yet been cast, the magic power fluctuations just disappeared in the tavern, the magic matrix collapsed, and the magician's face instantly said: "Impossible——!"

He couldn't believe it, could the magic release be forcibly terminated?

"Hahahahaha, another idiot."

"The magic that comes from the lakeside of the forest every day is beyond the comprehension of a guy like you who relies on elf talent."

"Who do you think is the hidden boss of the Golden Cave Pavilion?"

Without them, Weston rubbed his little head beside him: "Let's go, Lily."

"Can I finish it? Anyway, I won't come back for a while after I go back? This kind of taste is rare."

"It's up to you." He glanced at the few supporters at the door with expressionless faces, and then at Lily.

Sure enough, there is a difference between SSR and R cards. After a month of training, the initial worship has almost been washed away. When his true side was exposed, most people chose to leave, but because of the contract scroll, everyone was bound by him. work for him.

He also began to change from an oppressed person to an oppressor.

This seems to be a kind of necessity, just like the words that those literary youths sometimes say; "We often hate certain people, and gradually transform into that kind of person unconsciously." '

Even if it wasn't Weston's original intention, in the eyes of these supporters, he was undoubtedly the oppressor.

"After returning to the city today, you will be liberated." Weston turned and said.

"Boss, will you really let us go? I don't want to be your experimental subject."

"A good contract. Fighting between adventurers is impossible."