This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The latest website: The teenager locked in the cell held the tentacles in front of him and devoured them hungrily.

Outside the cell, someone carefully watched his movements, analyzing his identity, status, and past experiences through his movements.

His hands are fair, and he doesn't see the family crest. He should be a child of a small merchant's family.

There is no blessing from the nameless god, and you can't feel the breath of the royal family. Without the ripple of magic, everything is normal.

Then how did he survive?

Luck. Occasionally there are people like this, who will hang for a long time after being hung up. And I asked, and someone has seen him. He is the son of a small textile shop owner. The owner has a special dyeing technique, which can Make the color of the cloth more vivid and durable. After the boss died, this technology was given to him.

So someone wanted to take the technology and kill him?

It should be. But there is no guarantee that this is not a trap. The royal family has wanted to get rid of us for a long time.

Then let's observe again. It's a pity that I couldn't get in touch with the slimes a while ago.

The royal family is too strict.

The boy who was eating didn't notice that he was being watched at all, and he was still eating the tentacle meal in front of him.

After filling his stomach, the boy has the energy to observe the surrounding situation.

He is now in a narrow single cell with only a thin straw mat next to a dirty sewer.

After drinking a few sips of water, he grabbed the railing of the cell and shouted loudly: Thank you for saving me, thank you for the food, is there anything I can do for you?

Seeing that no one answered, the boy said to himself: My name is Brant, and I am the owner of a small textile shop. I promise that I have no malicious intentions. No matter who saved me, I am very grateful to you all.

He still didn't get a response.

Seeing this, Brant shrugged, then lay down on the straw mat, and fell asleep peacefully.

For the next three days, no one came into contact with him.

Every day, someone put water and tentacles outside his cage, and then someone took away the empty dinner plate while he was asleep,

There is no communication in between.

The tentacle meat here is also different from the outside, the meat is fresh and tender, without the peculiar smell of tentacle, I don't know what kind of cooking method is used.

This kind of tentacle meat is more delicious than the ordinary meat sold in Wangcheng outside, and it is smooth and smooth in the mouth, which makes people appetite.

And here you don't have to worry about harassment by hooligans or backstabs, so Brandt feels that it is much better here than outside.

He was not released until the third night and was taken to a cramped interrogation room.

There was only a faint light in the interrogation room, an interrogator was sitting opposite him, and the air was filled with the smell of inferior cigarettes.

The pitch-black environment prevented Brant from seeing the expression on the other side. He could only see a lit cigarette flickering in the darkness.

After a few minutes of silence, the interrogator asked slowly but dignifiedly: Name?

Brant.

Do you still remember who you are and why you were hanged?

I am the owner of the Colorful Textile Shop. One of my old employees accused me of colluding with the Demon King Sect, so they hanged me.

Is no one coming to investigate you?

No, that old employee stuffed the money.

The interrogator was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned on the desk lamp and threw a few portraits into the light.

Which employee is it?

Brandt picked up a portrait without hesitation: This.

Taking the portrait away from Brandt, the interrogator stroked the portrait, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, the lights in the interrogation room suddenly turned on, and the interrogator sitting opposite stood up and patted Brandt on the shoulder vigorously.

Sorry to keep you waiting for three days, you have no problem.

It was only then that Brant realized that the other party was a girl who was about the same size as him, but judging from the action of the other party flicking the cigarette ash, she was already an old smoker.

She is not very beautiful, but she has a very mature and stable temperament, which obviously does not match her appearance, but it is not annoying.

Wearing a black robe, the robe is full of patches, and some parts have been washed white.

This robe should be of a certain age, and the girl in front of her might not be its first user.

Leading Brant, the girl walked out of the interrogation room and said as she walked, I am the interrogator here, and I will be in charge of the final review. Only after passing the review can we truly enter our city.

What if it fails? Brandt asked curiously.

The interrogator wiped his own neck and laughed.

While walking forward, the interrogator picked up the small package next to him and threw the package to Brant.

There are all kinds of people in the Exiled Lands. We live in the sewer at the bottom of the royal city. It extends in all directions, and we have a special barrier, so the royal family can't find us. There is nothing here, and everything here.

A Tale of Two Heroes by First.

That's right, you also like to read books? Then we have a common language. First is really an amazing character. She has written several best-selling books after coming out of the blood field. I heard that she is still writing books recently.

It's a pity that the royal family banned a lot. And she herself was wanted.

I heard that she did it to avoid her own wife's pursuit. But no matter what, it's a pity. The girl sighed.

While chatting, Brant opened the package by the way, and found some plain clothes and an address inside.

The clothes are for your use, and the address is your new home, which is next door to my house. Although I agree to let you out, you will be supervised by me for a period of time. After the time is up, we will assign you a new address.

Following the girl out of the cell, Brant walked through the sewage-filled pipes.

The pungent stench spread around, but after a long time, the nose gradually got used to the stench here, and it didn't matter anymore.

Passing through a long pipeline, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Rather than saying that this is a city, it is better to say that this is a gathering place for a large number of tents.

Several huge pipes lead here, and there are workers wearing bird beaks standing by the pipe filter, fishing out some necessary things from the filter.

The light here is magical, with baskets of photospheres hanging from the canopy to provide dim lighting.

What surprised Brant even more was that there was still farmland here, but the condition of the crops was obviously not good.

The corn and tomatoes lie in the farmland listlessly, and the fruits they bear are dry and sour, but they are already a rare delicacy here.

Pointing to the dilapidated city full of tents in front of her, the girl smiled and said to Brant: Welcome to the land of exile, the hometown of all criminals, the city that doesn't exist.