Chapter 425 The Old Fashioned Concept
The man shuddered, and his mouth began to stutter: "You guys...... You monsters ......! You have turned my daughter into a monster! Let her become a monster with no feelings, no tears, no humanity, and will only slaughter life all day long! Necromancer...... Necromancer! Even if this necromancer doesn't hurt us, none of you can change the fact that my daughter has become a monster! Monsters that can manipulate corpses are monsters...... You guys...... You're all monsters, too! You'd better die as quickly as my daughter! It's better to have all of-"
"Daddy."
While the man shouted out of fear, Coco suddenly shouted.
This gentle call made the madness on the man's lips stop for a moment.
He lowered his head, and looked at the little girl with his eyes as if they were strangers, at her eyes full of emotion.
"You...... You......? β
"Dad, it looks like you're in good health."
Coco said lightly. Then, she tilted her head and whispered to the woman behind her, who was also looking at her in surprise, "Mom, I've had a bad time in the past five years, but I've been doing well in the last year. I'm not dead, you don't need to worry about me, I'm doing really well. β
Looking at Coco, the expressions on the couple's faces became even more complicated. Full of surprise, surprise, joy, fear, sadness, panic, etc.
These innumerable emotions intertwined only to make the expressions on the couple's faces twitch, making them unable to accurately express their current thoughts at all.
However, Coco doesn't seem to want to continue talking to them. After saying that, the little girl bowed to the couple, then flicked her robes, turned around, and walked towards her companion in a very dashing manner.
Seeing that Coco was leaving, the man finally seemed to understand something, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him, but Airo stopped in front of him appropriately, and said with a smile: "The matter is okay here, there is no need to send it." From now on, the happiness of this little girl's life will be wrapped in me, the president of the mermaid song, and there is no need for the two of you to worry about it, and there is no need for the two of you to worry about it. If the two of them really want to do something, they just hope that they can raise this little boy as well as possible. Our necromancer may not be a good daughter, but she is definitely a good sister. Well, that's it. β
Smiling slightly, Arrow also turned to leave. Only the couple was left with their son in their arms, looking at Coco who was walking away with extremely complicated eyes, and they didn't know what to say for a while.
Returning to her companion's side, Coco lowered her head and reached out to wipe her eyes.
Arrow half-squatted down, gently put his arm around the little girl's shoulder, and smiled slightly.
As she wiped away her tears, Coco suddenly turned her head and leaned entirely on Arrow's shoulder. In this regard, Arrow also gently patted her back, smiled, and comforted ......
"Hey! Over there! β
At this moment, a human voice was finally heard in the distance. I saw that Rhea, who had met before, led several members of the night fangs to hurry over at this moment. When he saw the mermaid song here and the bishop lying on the ground over there, he was slightly stunned. But when he saw Cheese resting against the trunk next to him, the relaxed expression on his face immediately turned to nervousness.
"President Arrow! How did you end up here? β
Rhea walked over and shouted, and the rest of the team scattered around to gauge the injuries on the villagers.
Arrow let go of Coco's shoulder and smiled, "There was a little accident. But as far as the results are concerned, it was not bad, and finally stopped this guy and didn't let him escape. β
Rhea nodded, his gaze glancing again at the resting cheese over there, then walked over to the bishop, frowned slightly after looking at his half-frozen and half-mud-covered body, and quickly drew the saber at his waist and stabbed it into the bishop's throat without mercy.
The sword went in and out, and as the blood flicked in midair, the bishop's body twitched slightly for a moment, and then it didn't move.
"Hey! Just killed? He's the Bishop of the True Eye! Even if you want to kill, you can't be so hasty, right? β
It took a lot of effort to catch the man's cheese was a little caught off guard by Rhea's current actions, he thought that this guy was just checking it, but he didn't expect that in just a second or two, his results would be handed over directly?
Rhea thrust his sword back into its scabbard, kicked the bishop to shatter the dirt and ice, and began rummaging through him.
"Hey! Didn't you hear me speak?! Now it's the vice president who speaks to you! β
Rhea's ignorance was obviously a provocation to the cheese, and he couldn't help it, although his body had not yet recovered, he still stepped forward and was about to scold the warrior.
Unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps closer, but Cheese turned his head sharply, quickly pulled out the sword at his waist and pointed at Cheese.
Cheese had long been accustomed to such scenes, so he snorted coldly and said, "Is it enough?" Are you worthy of the President? β
"Hmph, I'm sorry president? If I don't, then I'm truly sorry for our president! β
As Rhea drew his sword, some of the other members of the Fangs of the Night also came over and pointed their swords at Cheese.
The warrior withdrew his sword and groped for the bishop again. Soon, he found several bottles of potions and a few magic scrolls that looked precious. He picked up the sword that the bishop had dropped on the ground, looked left and right, nodded, and put it in his pocket. Finally, after groping for a while, he took out a money bag from under the tattered robe, opened it and looked at the large piece of gold inside, weighed it, and put it in his pocket as well.
"Everyone knows that this battle is dominated by the light of heaven, and we are only fighting on the flanks with fangs at night. But now that the Bishop has finally captured the True Eye, if we take this guy back, the credit for killing him will definitely go to the Heavenly Light! How can we give credit for this work? If we don't kill, it's really not good for us to fangs at night. β
The corners of Cheese's mouth twitched slightly, but soon he snorted twice and said, "So what's going on with these equipment and props?" Everything counts as stolen goods, and it has been said that all stolen goods will be handed over to the Light of Heaven to deal with......"
"So, say!"
After the search, and making sure that there was no longer any little thing on the bishop that could be used, Rhea got up again, strode up to Cheese, and said viciouslyβ
"The president's way of doing things is already old! Dealing with stolen goods? What age is it? Do you still believe that the Light of Heaven will really dispose of those stolen goods and divide them fairly with our fangs at night? It would be nice if they could take out half of all the materials looted on the battlefield and then distribute them to us! If we don't take a little ourselves, then we will never be able to surpass the light of heaven! β
Seeing that Cheese stuffed everything into his package, the corners of Cheese's mouth lifted slightly, revealing some fangs underneath: "Rhea Mountains, I tell you now as the vice president, you must register these things and hand them over to the Heavenly Light to deal with!" The president will never allow you to hide stolen goods like this! And the Empire will never forgive you for this kind of stealing! β
Seeing the fierce gaze in Cheese's eyes, Rhea didn't have the slightest emotion of fear. He snorted coldly and said, "That's why I told you a long time ago!" Vampire monsters, and the president, your old-fashioned outdated credit has long since run out of market! If the Fangs of the Night want to rise, they must not follow the rules of the Heavenly Light! If you're really going to tell the president about these things, then you're giving up those resources to that exhibitionist webmaster! β
Cheese's eyes look even more scarlet! Even though it was daytime, it seemed that he could faintly see the fierce light revealed in his pupils: "I said it! Don't call me a vampire monsterββ! β
Rhea nodded: "Okay, I'll ask you!" How many props did you use in total? Your inventory is deflated now, so you don't have to think about it to know that it must be the same as before, and it's all clean, right?! β
Cheese obviously didn't expect Rhea to suddenly shift the topic to this point, and seemed to be a little unable to keep up with the rhythm, and was dumbfounded for a while.
"Before I left, I looked at your list of items, twenty normal bullets, ten ice bullets, ten dirt bullets, a bottle of Swiftness Potion, and a bottle of Recovery Potion. The price of magic bullets is not cheap, even if it is purchased at a wholesale price, it costs about five silver coins per piece. The configuration of potions will not be cheap, especially since the potions that the president will give you are all top-notch! The production cost is at least two gold coins! You admit that you have considered this bishop very thoroughly, and you understand that you immediately attacked the Yellow Dragon against this bishop as soon as you joined the battle. But do the math, how much did it cost you to fight this battle? And how much money did our guild earn in total from this mission? β
These words made Cheese's face, which was originally full of fierce expressions, suddenly look embarrassed. But soon, he showed a fierce expression again: "No matter how much money is spent, I am here to complete the task better!" When Bluevein and I started our adventures as a team, you little kids didn't know where they were! You don't know how much trouble you're going to get into if you move around with stolen goods! β