Who designed this underworld dungeon?

"Wow, who are you?"

Melga was so scared that he jumped back, and then he saw clearly who made the sound.

It was a person, right? Wearing an iron helmet that covered his entire face, he couldn't see his face clearly.

But there was no hair or barbs on his body, and his body odor and voice were normal, so he should be a human.

Wait, if someone is here, why didn't I notice it?

Melga became alert instantly, staring at the stranger up and down, and finally figured out why she didn't notice this guy.

Because the other party had no emotional fluctuations just now, most people always have some feelings when they see strangers, such as murderous intent, fear, disgust, etc.

But this person, this person wearing an iron helmet, just focused on the big pot in front of him, as if the whole world was only the big pot and the red shrimps cooked in the pot, and as long as he didn't pay attention to the outside world, everything outside would not exist!

This idealistic state can only be entered by very few people!

Melgar made up a lot of things on her own, but fortunately, the man in front of her didn't seem very strong, which prevented her from becoming Demiurge further.

"Who are you, ahem, who are you?" With the idea of ​​friendly communication, she even made up some words in her mind.

After all, this [rogue] who cooked shrimps didn't look like an ordinary adventurer. Which normal person would choose to cook shrimps here?

"What's wrong with you? If you don't want to buy shrimps, get out of here. I'm not interested in talking to strangers."

He spoke in an irritable tone and waved his hand to drive Melgar away.

Hey, this guy is more irritable than Weinnma in menopause. Melgar raised his eyebrows and then said with a smile: "Can't we talk if we don't buy? Lienia is full of fog. I'm so scared. I finally found someone to chat with."

"If you don't buy, get out. I'll kill you." The rogue's voice was still rude.

No matter what Melgar said next, he only used this sentence to reply, and his face became like a prawn in the pot because of the elf's anger.

[Why are you angry with the afterimage?] Liznai's voice transmission magic sounded in her mind.

Melgar's body stiffened, pretending to be indifferent and patting the non-existent dust on his clothes, and said:

[Of course I know this is the afterimage. If I say more, maybe he will say something else. This is called gathering intelligence. Can't you even see this? ]

[Hehe]

[Buy a shrimp and try] Weienma's voice also came.

I have to buy shrimp again. Melgar curled his lips. The barbecued lobster he had just eaten was not delicious. Although the meat was firm, it had a strong earthy smell, and when he ate it, he couldn't help but think of the hideous appearance of the lobster.

But the shrimps cooked in the rogue's big pot looked good. They were all crayfish that were only half the length of a person, and there were smaller lobsters that were only the size of a palm. They looked much gentler than the big lobsters, and it was easier to eat.

It should be easier to catch crayfish than big lobsters, right? Actually, it is not.

Melgar clearly remembered that crayfish would only follow the movements of large lobsters in groups, and if they were to be captured, they would inevitably have conflicts with their parents.

From this point of view, the guy wearing an iron helmet was really a ruthless person who could catch and sell lobsters in the dangerous Lake Lienia!

"I want to buy a shrimp." To be honest, she thought the name "shrimp" was a bit strange, why not just call it a lobster, but the gangster called it a shrimp, so she called it that to please him.

"Oh, you've changed your mind, then I'll give you a shrimp, but you have to give me something in return."

At first, Melgar thought that he wanted to exchange something specific, but found that the other party only asked for souls.

A palm-sized shrimp costs 200 souls, and a half-human-sized shrimp costs thousands. This price is really not cheap.

But when you think about how difficult it is to get ingredients like "shrimp" in Lake Lienia, this price seems quite normal.

"Here, your shrimp."

After Melgar paid with his soul, the rogue used his ruthless iron hand to directly fish out a palm-sized crayfish from the boiling pot, removed the shrimp tail smoothly and handed it to Melgar.

Looking at the rosy white lobster meat, Melgar hesitated for a moment, but finally took it.

Even if it doesn't taste good, I accept it. Thinking of this, she bit it.

"Huh?"

Her exclamation made the elves around look over. What's wrong? Is it poisonous?

"This, this"

Melgar looked at the bitten lobster meat, covered his mouth and said, "It's delicious!"

"It's just an ordinary boiled shrimp, but it's like a umami bomb. It's full of shrimp flavor. It's smooth and juicy without losing its elasticity. The amount of salt is also quite particular. I can eat it for a lifetime!"

Don't start eating suddenly!

Her description made the surrounding elves swallow their saliva involuntarily, and they all cast their eyes on the rogue, and the next second they all rushed over.

But Melgar was faster, she was the first to say: "Give me another one!"

"Oh, you come to buy it again, right? You are very smart." The face could not be seen through the iron helmet, but the corners of the rogue's mouth must be raised at this moment. "This one is a gift from me. There is no bad person who likes shrimp."

The shrimps were delicious, and the word "free" would double the deliciousness of the food. She was happily chewing the shrimp meat, and took the initiative to give up her place to her compatriots who were buying shrimps.

After a while, there was a mountain of shrimp shells around the rogues. The elves sat in a row and ate the shrimps. Not only were their movements unified, but even their chewing rhythms were in sync, which looked very cute.

Just as everyone was savoring the delicious food, Wei Enma was the first to find something wrong.

"【Intermediate Identification Spell】"

She used a magic that could identify her own state on herself. This magic could show whether a creature was subjected to positive or negative effects, and the intermediate identification spell could vaguely distinguish the strength of these effects.

After reading her own information, the surprise between her eyebrows was the same as that of Melgar who had eaten delicious food.

"What's wrong, boss?" Lizna asked, wiping the corner of her mouth. Her original words might be "What happened", but because of the curse, the meaning of the sentences transmitted to other people's ears would be changed, and finally her words sounded like something that only Malu would say.

"The identification shows that a mysterious force protects me and can reduce the damage caused by attacks other than magic." Weinerma analyzed carefully, "It can only last for a few minutes, but it is very effective in reducing the degree of damage."

Wow, cooked shrimps have this effect?

Why did the lobsters they ate before have no effect? ​​Could it be that only the shrimps sold by gangsters have this effect?

If Stellan was here, she would definitely say: I know that the Sean Dungeon will never produce useless things.

Originally, shrimps are just delicious, but with special effects, their value is incomparable. The price of 200 souls has become cheap in the eyes of the elves.

Melgar quickly turned his eyes to the cauldron, and the others turned their eyes at the same time.

There was silence in the air for a second, and then there was noise.

"Boss, I'll buy them all!"

"Fuck your ancestors, I want to buy them too!"

"We are from the same lineage!"

"So what? The old guys are all buried anyway!"

Unlike the endless goods that can be taken out from under the counter at the coffee shop, the shrimps sold by the rogue are limited. They really only sell what is in the pot. Once they are sold, they are gone.

Delicious, beneficial, and the most important "limited", these three characteristics are enough to make people rush to grab them.

The big pot was almost overturned in the scramble. After the shrimps were sold out, the rogue said the classic line again.

"There are absolutely no bad people who like shrimps. I get along well with you."

But at this moment, the elves almost fought because of the uneven distribution of the spoils, and no one cared about what he said.

In the end, it was Wei Enma who used vines to whip one of the troublemakers, and then people calmed down.

I don't know what conditions were triggered, and the rogue had a new dialogue.

"You are also the ones who stumbled into this place by accident, and you are also looking for the guidance of blessing, but unfortunately I can't see it at all."

"It's ridiculous that a small gangster like me ran here with such wishful thinking. I don't even want a name, just call me a gangster."

"I'll stay here and sell shrimps. Come back if you want to eat. Maybe there will be new products to buy in the future."

Weinma always felt that there was a foreshadowing in the gangster's words, but she couldn't understand it. There was a lack of key information, such as what blessing meant. Did it refer to the blessings of endless reincarnation? What was the gangster's "wishful thinking"?

They tried to ask, but the gangster didn't say a word, just said "If you want to eat shrimps, come back next time."

It's time for people's favorite fragmented narrative again. Weinma is not Leon, and she is not good at making up stories by herself, but just hides her doubts in her heart.

By the way, before leaving, Stellan told them what they might encounter in the lake area, but she didn't say anything about the gangster.

Hiss, did they stumble upon something new?

"It would be nice if there was a map." Melgar put the cooked shrimp he had snatched into his pocket while looking at the scenery nearby, wanting to remember this place so that he could come here often in the future.

Some high-level magic can also achieve the same effect as cooked shrimp, but shrimp is cheaper and can take effect after eating, which is much more convenient and faster than magic, and not everyone can learn magic.

After experiencing the comfort of delicious food, the spirits of the elves were slightly lifted, and they planned to continue along the road to the west.

At this moment, the gangster who saw them heading west suddenly spoke.

"Are you going west? Then do me a favor and I'll treat you to crabs when I come back."

"Okay, what favor? We'll try our best, no, we will definitely help." Melgar asked with a smile.

"Take this."

The gangster took out a hammer from his pocket?

Not a weapon, but the kind of hammer used to forge weapons.

"Before, a blacksmith from the town in front of the college left his hammer here. I think his name was Andre or something. He thought he had lost the hammer further west and went deep into the area to look for it. In the end, he lost it here."

"If you can find him, return the hammer to its original owner. If he finds the hammer, he should be satisfied and go home. Maybe he will help you forge weapons."

"If you can really find him, remember to come back and see me. I will make you a shrimp dinner. After all, you and the blacksmith are both good people who like shrimp."

I didn't expect that the rogue who was aggressive at the beginning would show such a friendly side. Even the ferocious iron helmet looked friendly.

"Okay, I will definitely fulfill my mission."

Melgar took the hammer readily, turned around and threw his cape casually, saying: "Let's go, little ones, go save the reckless blacksmith!"

"Who is the little one? I'm older than you, so be careful when you talk!" There was a protest from the elf.

"Can't you satisfy me for a while? I finally got to say such a cool line."

"No!"

Setting on the road of adventure again, the elves were filled with a cheerful atmosphere. I have never seen any adventurer team so cheerful before.

This is simply a group of ultimate big horns.