Know what is the most disgusting thing about playing games?

That's right, it's a bug game pop-up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Is there anything more disgusting?

Yes There was a bug when we got to the end.

That's what Alan is in at the moment.

After overcoming obstacles along the way (picking up dozens of souls and killing a few people who stood in their way), climbing mountains and wading through rivers (and eating two meals of game), they finally found a guide who could help them open a new map, but who knew that this item would actually hang up!!

What a scum game!Bad reviews refund!

However, just when Alan was about to give up, Ivan-san suddenly grabbed them.

Looking at the smoking house, Alan had planned to evacuate quickly, but Ivan-san was full of muttering about the impossibility - obviously the shopkeeper was not such a simple person to hang up in his memory.

Although it is said that people are cheap and have their own harvest - but the image of this shopkeeper on Ivan's side is that the old man is so cheap that God thinks he is troublesome.

Therefore, after his unwilling observation, he finally discovered a small problem - although the flame was constantly burning, but the miraculous thing was that he did not burn down the shop, and the burned things were still intact!!

It can be seen that no matter what kind of slut you are, there will be people who are blind and desperate to look for you, and when they don't see you for a quarter of an hour, they will be anxious and their hearts are like knives.

It's a pity that this person is not a lover, but a creditor。。。。。。

After confirming that there was a ghost in the burning of the shop, Detective Alan was ready to go out - after Anne gave everyone a spell to protect them from flames, the group walked in the half-collapsed room.

The camouflage inside the house is quite powerful, the scattered goods, the shelves with burning marks, the blood splattered everywhere - all these are all recounts of the tragedy that happened in the house.

Of course, this is disguised for the melon-eating masses.

"Tsk, the disguise is true, it is worthy of the treacherous old Kadyrov, if I hadn't seen the slightest problem, I might have to send the old man a bottle of vodka to mourn. Ivan said as he looked at the interior of the room.

"Hey, old Kadyrov, don't pretend to be dead, come out, see that something is wrong with you, it's business, hurry up and !!" Ivan searched for a long time but couldn't find where his old buddy was, so he simply shouted.

It's a pity that the effort of a cup of tea has passed, and there is no response at all.

"Hey, old ghost, if you don't come out again, I'll burn the house!! the adults here are not ordinary guests, hey, adults, what are you doing?"

Nothing had been done, and Alan and Anne were now half-crouching on the ground, holding up a black box - it looked as if it had been thrown on the ground and set on fire.

"That's right, brother, it's indeed dung stones, or a big box full of them. Anne nodded, and replied to Allen, who had pulled out a piece of confirmation from the box.

Then, the box was stuffed into Ellen's backpack.

"Ah, brother, isn't this the ingredient for the elixir?" Anne picked up a small box and showed it to Alan as if offering a treasure.

"That's right, this is it. Alan casually took the box and pocketed it.

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As Alan pocketed the tenth box, smoke suddenly rose from a dilapidated ashtray at the edge of the room, and a short, thin, white-haired old man stood up.

"Stop, you robbers, thieves, robbers, unearned fellows, rats in the gutter, vile bloodsampires, goblins in the garden, uninvited sniffers, get out of old Kadylov's cargo!!"

It's also a loss for him to say that he doesn't even stutter in such a long way, and he uses a London accent.

This made Ivan very worried about this old friend, although he was a little shameless, but he was still very reliable at the critical time, he didn't want this old friend to fall into the anger of the adult in front of him - at this moment Alan was worthy of the words decisive in his heart.

However, what he didn't expect happened, and after the old man's insults, he was greeted not by an attacking spell - but by something that made the old man stare angrily.

Allen's bottom line for himself is who wants to kill him, he will kill whom, even if he was suspected of fishing law enforcement just now, he still took action.

As for the talkative one in front of him, I'm sorry, Alan changed his face to a serious face, and said seriously: "Yours, why do you say it's yours? Is there your surname or your name? Now they're in my pocket, if it's your stuff, you can shout and listen, and if it promises, I'll give you !!."

Anne agreed with this—she picked up four of them, and Allen promised her a share of Häagen-Dazs.

Now the old man is embarrassed - as a human spirit who can disguise the store as a robbed person in the first place, how can he not see how strong Allen is in their strength?

Now the sound of spell demolition outside is still in the ears, and the people who can come in right now are either masters or people with big status-uh, seeing the way Alan just picked up something, he ruled out the latter option.

Now the problem is, he can't beat him, and his skin is not as thick as other people's - what should he do?

Eventually, Ivan handed over the steps, and he forced his composure to tell the old man what he had come for - they needed to be smuggled.

"Smuggling? That's not an easy thing to do, it's not like Muggles, now the entire national border is a defensive spell from the Ministry of Magic, wizards who dare to touch it will teleport wizards to deal with emergencies as soon as possible, and the old man doesn't dare to do this business now. As if hearing some whimsical condition, the old man shook his head like a rattle.

"Hey, old Kadyrov, that's not your style, you only sold a wave of material last month. Ivan frowned angrily.

"So there's all the money for that batch of materials!! said the old man who picked up an armchair and sat on it, pointing to Allen's pocket in a huff.

"Cut, look at anything, it's all mine, old man, I tell you, anything that goes into my pocket, whether it's Galleon or Nat, has the same surname as me!! " Allen replied with a middle finger.

"Nine boxes!"

"Six boxes!"

"Seven boxes!"

"Deal!"

Ivan feels that he doesn't understand the world anymore, God, this is obviously something that Allen snatched, why did old Kadyrov make a deal with him?

Comparing the two people who held hands together and discussed, they all scoffed - "You don't understand Garon at all. ”

In the end, the herbs were not returned, because Alan took out the previous loot, and finally poured it back to Alan for more than a hundred Galleons - in the words of the old man, commodities are sold, and selling them is the king.

Compared with Allen's deep approval, and Ivan - a confused face。。。。。。