"Ahh Fuslag closed his eyes and let out a terrible howl, and then it stopped very quickly and abruptly, he had found that he was not in any pain at all, so Fuslag opened the letter suspiciously, and looked at himself, the throwing knife thrown by Yule did not hit him, did it miss? But there was a clatter of breaking wood overhead, and with the ominous clatter of cracking, Fuslag visibly felt his body drop some distance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fuslag raised his head in hindsight, and above his head, he had hung his parachute for three days and it was possible that the side of the thick and long branch that had been hanging on him was deeply nailed to a throwing knife, and the sound of wood breaking was the crack on both sides of the knife that was gradually getting bigger and bigger, and then the branch made a louder "click" sound under the dual action of the flying knife and Fuslag's weight, and broke completely.

"Ahh Fuslag let out a long scream, and then fell straight into the air, although Fuslag did not have a fear of heights, but he also knew that falling directly from mid-air like this, no matter how lucky he was, his head would be indispensable, he looked at the rapidly approaching earth, and the panic in his heart made him close his eyes tightly.

Because of this, he did not notice a black shadow flashing beside him, and in the moment of staggering, it bit his collar in one bite, and then landed smoothly on the ground beside him, and then the completely broken branch fell behind them with a loud thud, and it was obvious that if Fuslag fell directly to the ground, he would definitely be crushed by this heavy branch.

It was Graf who saved Forslag, and after it had landed smoothly to the ground, it turned around and casually tossed aside the goblin that was still screaming in its mouth.

After lying on the ground and screaming for a few seconds, he found that he had landed safely, he quickly opened his eyes and confirmed that he had landed safely, and then jumped and let out a happy laugh: "To be able to survive such a serious safety accident unscathed, old Fuslag is really a goblin who is blessed by luck!" ”

But Fuslag's smile didn't last long, and when he turned around and saw the savior standing behind him, who had saved his life and was looking at him with bad intentions, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Graf's eyes were very familiar to Forslag, and the goblin salesmen of the third branch of the Hot Sand Bank were selling their "Super Invincible Business Loan Package" to Forslag, and in fact, Fuslug would rush to personally test the "bursting propulsion manned rocket" that had not yet undergone any safety verification, and a big reason was because these salesmen who came to force the debt were already smashing the door of his laboratory.

Furthlag was therefore extremely sensitive to Graf's eyes, which made Furslag feel that he was not in front of a beast or a coyote, but a profiteer like the unscrupulous loan salesman he had met before.

Of course, Forslage didn't know, in fact, Graf had a similar feeling when he saw him, when he was in the city of Eresaras, as the captain of the city hall guard, and also a behind-the-scenes smuggling giant involved in a lot of gray transactions, Graf has also seen many smugglers like Fuslug, most of them are unlucky ghosts who have a lot of debts and have to take risks, this kind of unlucky ghost who owes a lot of debts and runs away, Graf can really smell it with his eyes closed.

"Hello? Dear Beast, you're not going to eat me, are you? The goblins taste so bad you definitely won't want to try it! After glaf looked at each other for a long time, Fuslug smiled and asked Graf, he still couldn't believe his feelings, after all, if he felt right, he wouldn't have to fall into the state where he had to run now, and the large coyote in front of him was obviously not one of those little creatures looking for food in the desert outside of Garkison, looking at its sharp teeth, Fuslug had no doubt that this savior could chew himself up and swallow it in his stomach with just one bite.

"Don't worry! My mounts are trained! Juller's answer made Fuslag breathe a sigh of relief.

"As long as I give the order, no matter how bad the food is, I won't be picky!" But Yuller's next sentence made Fusslag gasp.

"Just say it! Is there anything that old Fuslag can do for you? The cunning of the goblin is not covered, and Fuslag, who calmed down a little, quickly figured out that Yuler was actually just deliberately scaring himself, and he also knew that his current situation had no choice in the slightest, and he had to do whatever Yuler said, of course, the necessary bargaining was still an indispensable process, after all, it was better to kill him directly than to let a goblin bargain.

"Tell me what you will do first, after all, I saved you, and I am your savior, so should you compensate your savior with money or labor?" Yuler didn't know what to ask the goblin to do, but it was always a good idea to know a few specifics first.

"But old Furthlag is very old, and has no strength to pay a lot of debts, so can these compensations be forgiven?" Fuslag pretended to be pitiful and asked Yuller like this, although it is said that goblins like to bargain, but such a direct knife to the end, it is obviously an act of death, if it is faced with a race like humans, Fuslag will not bargain like this, he is just bullying the jackals without business acumen.

"You asked the wrong goblin, you should ask your savior." Apparently upset with Furslag's attitude, Jull patted Furslag directly on the top of his head before turning away.

"What do you mean? What do I mean by my savior? Fuslag's voice was extremely puzzled, was this gnoll going to give himself to this coyote? Does this mean that you can go?

Apparently Fuslag was clearly overthinking, and Yuler handed him over to Graf because he knew very well that Graf was very good at dealing with such a thing, and therefore would definitely teach this goblin a lesson that he would never forget.