This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Wolong's ability is called [One Percent Trust].

And Fengchu's ability is called [belief is power].

The former can make the other party continue to expand this trust when they believe a little bit, and finally make the other party fully believe what they say, provided that they must fully believe what they say.

The latter can materialize other people's trust in something. The more people who believe in it, the better the effect after materialization. The premise is that you must fully believe that this thing has an effect.

In layman's terms, when two people activate their abilities together, then what everyone believes will come true, but they must believe that this thing is true.

If it's just a normal state, then no matter how many people believe in it, it will only make a glass of water a little sweeter.

However, in the state of [Enhancement Endowment] bestowed by the Demon King, it is not impossible to turn a bottle of unknown garbage into a panacea.

Coupled with the wonderful brain circuits of Wolong and Fengchu, they believe 100% that what they made is the legendary panacea, and let this confidence spread like a virus.

Infected by this self-confidence, the always suspicious magician also felt that this group of slimes was almost omnipotent, and it was very possible to do some strange dances and make a bunch of panacea.

Then, can we try it first? After all, you will be burned to death if you sell fake medicine in the city of hot springs. Magician asked.

Of course, you can go together, we are in a hurry! Wolong exhaled proudly through his nostrils.

The magician picked up a bottle of black liquid and shook it lightly, followed by a foul smell.

Boss Duran pinched his nose and leaned forward: Old friend, do you really want to drink this thing? It doesn't feel right.

You have to try it first. Ah, there are flying dragons!

Where?

Boss Duran looked out of the window excitedly, and was quickly stuck behind his back by the magician, then squeezed his chin and poured down a bottle full of universal elixir.

Old friend! You!

Boss Duran, who had been given the universal elixir, had his knees go limp, and he knelt down on the ground, clutching his throat and howling.

His blood is running,

The muscles were beating, and the moisture in his body evaporated rapidly, turning into billowing white mist and gushing out.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Boss Duran directly raised his head, the fat on the body surface was burned, and the muscles all over his body burst out, showing his youthful charm.

Standing up, Boss Duran squeezed his fist, feeling stronger than ever before.

It's actually true! Boss Duran said in disbelief.

The magician got up quickly, grabbed a bottle of panacea and drank it, moaning uncontrollably.

She could feel that her body was full of vitality again, her shriveled skin became soft again, and the silver hair hidden under the cloak also slowly recovered and returned to brown.

Taking off her cloak, she picked up the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: I never thought I could be so beautiful at the age of sixty.

Old friend, you have always been beautiful. Boss Duran sighed from the side.

Go away, don't think I don't know what you want to do!

Boss Duran's subordinates watched this scene dumbfounded, a little wanting to drink, but a little afraid.

One bottle set it back almost forty years, and God knows what happens to them after they drink it.

After quietly admiring it for half an hour, the magician put down the mirror and said to Wolong and Fengchu: The effect of this thing is really good. It really is a panacea. But what do you want to use this thing for?

Fuck the god of health to death! Steal their business! Let them know the consequences of touching two great slimes at will.

How do you calculate the money? the philistine magician asked immediately.

You can do whatever you want! Money doesn't matter to us, we just want the god of health to die!

Okay. It's interesting to harass a god. The magician licked his bright lips, feeling the passion and impulsiveness of his youth returning.

Old friend, you are still the same as before. Boss Duran said with emotion.

The next day, news of the availability of the panacea spread throughout the hot spring city.

Boss Duran and his party are adventurers and experts in information processing.

And they understand the importance of sharing profits. After promising to share 10% of the profits with the local Adventurers Association, the other party immediately sent all the adventurers and began to promote these panaceas on different occasions.

They walk among the bars, among the sick, and among the distressed mothers who hold their sick children but have no money to treat them.

They went deep into the slums, they came to the patients who were waiting to die, and announced to them the news of the birth of Wolongfengchu Hospital.

When the first patient took a bottle of panacea in full view, lost his crutches, and opened his blind eyes, the whole hot spring city boiled.

There are already a large number of patients here.

In order to monopolize the medical resources here, the priest of the God of Health only helps a limited number of wealthy patients every day, which makes a large number of patients die slowly in the pain of the disease.

After knowing that there is a panacea that can cure all diseases, they flocked to Wolongfengchu Hospital. They only need to spend ten gold coins to buy the panacea that can restore their youth. Priests of the god of health are much cheaper.

In just one day, thousands of bottles of panacea were sold, and these patients recovered quickly, and their physical signs were even better than ordinary people.

And they became living advertisements, a bottle of universal elixir was constantly deified in their mouths, and this trust enhanced the effect of universal elixir, making it more effective.

The entry of tens of thousands of gold coins made Boss Duran burst into laughter, and the local Adventurer's Guild was also very happy because of this extra income.

The patients are rescued, the middlemen earn the difference, and the only victims are the priests of the god of health, the former monopoly.

The temple that was overcrowded yesterday was empty today, and the few patients who came to consume only coveted the beauty of the priest and nothing else, which made the local bishop very angry.

They entrusted the local adventurer's guild to investigate this matter, but the other party kept procrastinating until the temple got rid of their direct subordinate paladins, and finally got the correct information.

Seeing the so-called panacea and the so-called Wolongfengchu Hospital, the bishop angrily crushed the report and threw it on the ground, then shouted: The high priest stays.

The low-level priests breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out in a file.

After the last priest walked out and closed the door, the bishop's roar sounded through the door.

You scumbags, you are a bunch of idiots! Why did you tell me such an important thing now, why!

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