"Can be ......"

Denier had a strange look on her face, and she wanted to stop talking. The other four looked at her strangely. Commier took Dinier's little hand, shook it and asked:

"Denier, what's wrong?"

"It'...... It was a mess of me, and I couldn't understand it. I only know that it seems to be looking for something, and its body is in pain and panic. Other than that, I don't understand. ”

Butterfly folded her hands on her chest, touched her chin and thought for a while, then stretched out her hand and said in an affirmative tone:

"It must have been summoned for the first time, to this strange environment, and then frightened."

At this time, the short man in black also spoke, his voice soft, but it was undeniable that it was a male voice.

"Isn't it hungry...... Aren't you getting a signal to seek? ”

After stopping this, Butterfly clapped her hands and nodded in agreement:

"yes, maybe I'm hungry. Dinelle, get it something to eat. ”

"Hmmm......"

Denier replied softly, to the guardian beast. She had mixed feelings in her heart, missed the fifth-order demonic beast, and gained an ornamental raccoon. She had the urge to strangle this thing right now, but she couldn't do that with the contract.

At this time, Kemier stretched out her little arm and waved.

"Give Mi'er~ Give Mi'er~ Mi'er feed him cakes~"

Dinier stuffed Lotta to Comier, but when she stuffed it, she ignored the distress signal from Lotta. Comier hugged Lotta, dug some cream with her little hands, and stuffed it into Lotta's mouth.

At this time, Butterfly turned her head again and said to Denier:

"Denier, take care of it. After all, it's your guardian beast, and you can't change ......"

"I see."

The guardian beast is a soul-bound contract, and a person can only sign one in his life. Even if it is canceled, it is not possible to sign another contract. In other words, no matter how sad Dinier is, she has no choice. Break the contract and sign another Warcraft? That can only be a summoner, otherwise, ordinary professions can only sign some low-level Warcraft.

"Let's keep it as a pet......"

She comforted herself.

At this time, Butterfly walked up to Dinelle, put her hand around Diniel's shoulder, and leaned closer and said:

"Denier, how did you think about it? Join our Adventure Squad. ”

"Sorry, I haven't figured it out yet."

Daniel politely refused, causing Butterfly and Comier on the side to look disappointed. The butterfly approached unrelentingly:

"Denier, just join us. Our squad is just one magician away. There are warriors, shield battles, priests, and thieves, and there is a shortage of magicians, so you can make up a basic squad of 5 people. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm usually busy, I'm afraid I don't have time to go out and adventure."

As if the butterfly had expected this result.

The loss on his face only lasted for a short while, and he quickly raised his head in high spirits.

"Well, if Dinelle wants to come, you're always welcome~ I won't bother you then. Alright, honey, put that raccoon down and let me do it...... If it's wrong, it's for me to go. ”

"Hmm...... Mi'er wants to stay for a while......"

"Gone, good."

Comiel let go of Lotta.

And Lotta feels desperate.,Whoever was forced to open her mouth by a strange force Lori.,Feed white unknown slimy things.,There's always a trace of despair.。 At the moment when he was released, he finally saw hope.

He crawled away from this seemingly harmless man and animal, but in fact it was terrifying.

After a few conversations, they all left. Leaving Lotta alone, he lay on the table, stinging all over. He rolled his little eyes and looked around carefully, analyzing the environment he was in.

The look of the Middle Ages, but more advanced, the cups are made of wood.

Very dilapidated wooden house, without anything that looks valuable, should be a commoner's home. Look at the dress of the group just now, there are magic robes, swords, shields, and armor. It's still a magical world. Those clothes and equipment look rough in workmanship, and they are ugly and conservative, not at all like those magician ladies in the game, with big white legs, or cute little bellies or something.

Just as Lotta was thinking, the purple-haired girl returned.

Soundly, she should have sent the other four downstairs and then turned back again.

At this time, Lotta had time to take a closer look at this beautiful girl.

Very beautiful, very temperamental.

Small melon seed face, delicate facial features, long purple hair is transparent and transparent, as bright and dazzling as fine silk. Even if she stood there expressionlessly, she revealed a noble and inviolable temperament.

It's like the daughter of a rich man.

But it seems that the opposite is true.

Looking at the décor of this room, there is nothing of value and it is very shabby. Looking at the whitewashed and patched magic robe on her body, this is obviously a poor girl who is living in poverty.

This sense of disobedience is very uncomfortable.

After calming down, Lotta also found that there was no connection between him and this beautiful girl. This connection is very strange, and he feels that the beautiful girl in front of him is very kind.

"What does it feel like?"

That's when it happened.

The purple-haired beautiful girl walked up to him, stretched out her slender jade finger and pointed at her nose and said:

"Daniel."

Lotta was stunned for a moment, then realized that this should be her name. Then he stretched out his paws, pointed to his nose, and said:

"Meow~......"

He tragically found that he didn't seem to be able to speak. I had to try to send a message to the girl in the way of telepathy just now.

"Lotta."

After a few attempts, Lotta finally gave her name. This is his humanized behavior, which makes the beautiful girl in front of her have a surprised expression on her face, but after the surprise, it calms down and becomes a ...... It's hard to describe this expression, it's ugly anyway.

"With this expression, how do you feel like I owe her 5 million?"

After giving him an ugly look, Dinier sat back in her chair, one hand supporting her chin, her gaze a little distracted, and she was stunned. At this time, Lotta was thinking about what she should do.

By this time, he had some confusion about the current situation.

Did you get caught crossing this time? Or how to drop?

It seems that the beautiful girl in front of her has no hostility other than having a stinky face towards herself.

He now has two options.

One is to communicate with the beautiful girl in front of you with all your strength and tell about your own situation, but there is a risk of being sliced and studied, and a raccoon has such a high IQ, it must be confusing.

Another way is to pretend to be a normal raccoon. Now that I am seriously injured, I should first find a way to heal the injury, figure out the specific situation, and then decide how to act.

"What to do?"