Du Yueming laughed twice. He knew that this dwarf named Bronze Refining was probably a crazy and perverted guy, and he should belong to the type of alchemist maniac.

At the moment, he will not be able to go out for a while, and Du Yueming is too tired from the experience during this time, so he plans to take a good rest.

Du Yueming stretched his waist and said, "Is there a place to sleep here?"

"The young man is so tired. He pointed inside, "Walk along the aisle by the pit, there is a secret door inside, and when you go in, you will find a place to rest." You have to be careful not to fall off, or the rampaging green-skinned little ones will peel off a layer of your skin. ”

Du Yueming nodded and cautiously walked along the aisle by the giant pit.

Approaching the deep pit, Du Yueming didn't dare to look down, but just the sharp screams of the goblins inside made him feel a tingling on his scalp.

There was no doubt that the goblins were treated like hell, and Du Yueming sometimes wondered how the Darkblood Race treated humans, too, like livestock.

In that gloomy history lesson, the picture of the brutal struggle between races seemed to appear in front of Du Yueming's eyes again.

Perhaps this is the struggle between races, without any human warmth to speak of, like an absurd, bloody, gorgeous drama.

While thinking about it, unconsciously, the heavy secret door was pushed open by Du Yueming.

It was a very different world, with a thick white wool carpet on the wooden floor, applewood burning in the fireplace to dispel the moisture of the cave, and a skylight overhead that lit the dust flying in the air.

The walls are neatly repaired and painted with white paint, and on the left wall is a large drawing of various types of machinery, bound in frames like works of art. Du Yueming tried to observe it, but he couldn't understand it, so he gave up.

Underneath the drawings are two tables, one of which contains various mechanical parts and many irregular pieces of metal, as well as test tubes containing various liquids. On the other table, there is a corked bottle of wine, which is half drunk, judging by the retro translucent bottle, it should be a good product for many years.

The room was blessed with a special soundproof magic circle, and after the secret door was closed, the noise outside could not be heard at all, leaving only this quiet small world.

It's a great place to do research or relax.

When Du Yueming saw these metal parts, he immediately thought of Fang Delin, the brother who had slept on his top bunk in the hot and humid airship.

Well, it just so happens that this room is also equipped with an iron frame bed, the kind with bunk beds.

Sometimes it's really touching.

What people fear most is not that they have nothing, but that when you think you have a certain ability, you end up finding that you are still so powerless.

Du Yueming tidied up the sundries on the upper bunk, and got a few animal skin pads from the Ring of Singid, which was considered to have been set up.

He climbed down from the iron frame bed, and then went inside, it was the bathroom, Du Yueming opened the shower head, and what came down was hot water, and he carefully washed off the blood stains on his body.

When water is poured over the head, it will make people feel very sober, and when people are sober, they will know what they want most. He Du Yueming now knows very well that what he wants most is not the mysterious identity of the heir to black gold, nor is it a huge amount of wealth, but to live decently in this world and be able to do what he wants.

The feeling of being pinched in the hands of someone is so cruel, so all he wants is the fate of his own rise!

Du Yueming lay down on the iron frame bed again, and tied the original crystal to the palm of his right hand with a strip of cloth, leaving a bit of vindictive defense, which is the posture that can crush the crystal for the first time in a crisis. When he had done all this, he wrapped himself in a warm animal skin, held his last straw, and fell into a deep sleep.

..................

A circle of goblins with sharp weapons in hand is slowly approaching.

Schill leaned under the tree, covered in blood, breathing heavily, and looking half-dead.

Langlock half-crouched in front of Schill with a blue cross sword in his hand, and said, "Are you alright?"

"Much better, thank you sincerely, Mentor. Schill slowed down and said slowly.

"Hmm. By the way, have you seen Du Yueming, is he still in the depths of the forest?" Lan Luo said seriously.

Hearing this, Schill first froze for a moment, then showed an extremely sad look, and said: "I have a good personal relationship with classmate Du, and he has ...... in order to cover me Already sacrificed, dead at the hands of that abominable vampire. ”

He actually covered his face and sobbed as he spoke, as if he had lost a best friend.

With Schill's acting skills and expression, it's a pity not to be a drama actor.

"I swear that when I'm stronger, I'll slash those damn dark bloods. Cir wiped away tears and resolved.

Lan Luo was silent for a moment, his eyes a little dark.

Although the relationship between the two is not deep, the little guy named Du Yueming has left a deep impact on him.

It's a little opportunistic little guy, but it's a good talent, and it's perfect when he's concentrating on things, but now he must have become a dried corpse.

The goblin army was less than two meters away from the two, and the encirclement had shrunk to an extremely dangerous level.

Lan Luo struggled to thrust the turquoise sword into the ground, and a circle of fighting energy rippled like water waves. The vindictive aura seemed so soft, but when it sliced through the bodies of those goblins, it was like a sharp blade cutting through tofu.

In an instant, all the goblins that surrounded them were destroyed.

"Those Darkblood are our eternal enemies and will have a chance for revenge, so you don't have to grieve too much. Now, I'll take you out first. After being comforted, Ranlock took Schill on his back and walked towards the outside of the woods.

Schill saw Ranlock's attitude and was very satisfied with his acting skills. My revenge has been avenged, but it's not the dark blood race that should be damned, but Du Yueming.

He looked back at the direction where he had escaped, with a sinister smile on his face that Lan Luo would not notice, that guy named Du Yueming should have been buried in that cave forever. After all, he really couldn't think of a reason why Du Yueming could survive in the hands of a vampire earl.

However, after a few seconds, Shel's smile stopped, and he saw a man standing on a tree watching him.

It was Beatrice, her gaze scornful, contemptuous, and disgusting. It was the most hated gaze of Schill, and many people looked at them at the time when his father was still young. After so many years, this gaze still stings him so deeply.

Schill made a "slit-the-neck" gesture at Beatrice, apparently disgusted with her.

With a look of disdain, Beatrice gave Schill a middle finger and disappeared in place.

Schill's mood fluctuated, and his body warmed slightly.

Ranlock seemed to notice something, tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Schill immediately changed his face, showing a somewhat sad look and whispered, "No." It's nothing. It's just that I thought about classmate Du again, and I was a little sad. ”