"Wait...... Why can't we keep them?" asked the priest of Flo, her head almost filled with yellow gold, "with them we can do a great deal, my lord," she looked at Berdwin, "so much...... Even it was enough to atone for the new king of the Normans in the Highlands. ”

"My sins are not forgiven by the new king of the Norman Highlands. Berdwin said in a deep voice.

"But...... We've got somewhere to get it, and it's gold!" Memy looked at everyone eagerly, trying to find her supporters, but no one responded, not even the thieves just glanced at the mushroom in their hands with regret, and slid their gloved hands to crush it, "Gülen," she pleaded, "You have a way to get them for gold, right?"

"Yes," said Gülen, and then replied viciously but honestly before Memie's smile was gone, "but it is dangerous, and most of those who dare to buy the devil's finger will not be so easy to deal with, and no one will feel that there is much gold." "If he were still the head of his branch in the Thieves' Guild, he wouldn't dare to take so many devil fingers into his own pocket - the best outcome would be that he would be able to rise to the next rank, or get a good bounty - only a great thief's guild like "Silver Finger" (i.e., Gülen's guild) would be able to eat such a large windfall in its entirety, and the others would only die if they got it or even knew about it.

"Isn't it okay to have a few?" asked Mei Mi unwillingly.

"No, I can't. Kerry Ben said that the thief wisely kept his mouth shut—in fact, if it wasn't for the elf's insistence, he would have wanted to take a little, if only a little, and he could have lied that he had stolen a bag containing the casting materials from a mage.

"Since you've decided so. Flo's priest twisted his fingers in resentment, "Then why should you let us know? You can bring the mage here quietly, and we won't know anything, and certainly our hearts won't hurt." ”

"Most of the poison tips grow in swamps deep in the forest," says Kerribben, "but they don't survive easily because they need a lot of corrupt flesh to feed them on—where they grow you can probably find ferocious beasts or monsters, such as scavengers, creeping monsters, tree rope demons, or swamp crocodiles." Poison tips can sometimes be found in the territory of the forest snakes, but as far as I have seen, the largest of them is no more than a palm, and the poison tips in one place are often less than a pound when gathered......" He looked at Fro's priest, apparently hoping she understood what he meant.

"I think I already know how precious it is. Mei Mi said impatiently.

Glenn shook her head, Reverend Flo had been so distracted by the gold that she had forgotten even the proper disguise and fear: "This mushroom is not a natural formation," he explained, "someone is breeding them - those shapeshifters are their gardeners and guards, right?"

"They chose this place because the people in this village already had a lot of goats and sheep. "They can swagger out the sheep and hand them over to a merchant who doesn't even exist, and as long as their coins still jingle without anyone noticing anything suspicious, not even the village priest - in fact the sheep have become the basis for the cultivation of the devil's fingers." ”

"They should find a nowhere to do this. Leona said.

"That would have attracted the attention of the white-robed and knights," said Berdwin, "and who would have paid attention to a village like this, if it weren't for the sudden arrival of such a group of goblins." Berdwin added.

"The village chief hired us again. The thieves said, "So they deliberately framed us, so that they could at least drive us away." lest we find anything. ”

"I suspect that the priest died because of this," said the ranger, "and not because of the goblins or accidents that the villagers thought they had." ”

"Same as us. Mei Mi said gloomily. She's got the answer. Of course, the rangers could have destroyed all this piece of devil's fingers with only two mages without telling anyone, but they could be unprepared for fierce revenge because of this, and it was clear that Carey was not prepared to pit his teammates to such a miserable point, although it was not bad now.

Thinking of this, Flo's priest wanted to take some of the devil's fingers more and more, she couldn't just take a risk and get nothing good. It's not fair.

"We have to go away first, don't we?" asked Gülen.

"You have to go to the ground when you burn," said Kerryben, "and the devil's finger produces a smoke that is harmful to the human body when it burns, and its cry is terrible—but now the boys can come and help." ”

It's not easy to get rid of such a large piece of devil's finger. They had to dig them out one by one, so that the mycelium that remained in the wet soil would not grow new poisonous tips, and that the ashes from the burning of the poisonous tips would seep into the soil and merge into the groundwater - not forgetting that this kind of thing is a poison to the human body, and even if it is incinerated and its effectiveness is reduced, it may be made to exert the same effect in surprising quantities.

After the mage cut off the smoke and sound and burned them all, the elven ranger, who was unusually cautious about the matter, repeatedly patrolled the dark crypt three times.

"I don't know why Kerry hated this kind of thing. The thief said, "He acted as if he wanted to use this place as a playground for elven children." ”

"Elves have always hated this," Cremar said, "and the first time I met him, he was hunting down a mercenary with the devil's finger." ”

"Did he tell you about this?" asked Glenn casually.

"No," the dark-haired spellcaster glanced at him, "it's not a good thing, we just know this." ”

Glenn bowed to him to accept his warning, but it was a thief's instinct and habit, and no one knew how valuable a little secret would be if it was worth your life.

When they returned to the village, it was nearly dusk, and the smell of the chimney made Mei Mi rub her stomach incessantly.

The chief of the small village had fallen ill since he learned that his daughter and son had become a good meal for the shapeshifters, but as a token of his gratitude, he struggled to stay with his brother and left his house to the adventurers, though it was possible that he didn't want to see the house that reminded him of Abby and her brother - the villagers simply cleaned it - the shapeshifters had made a mess of the room before. They were replaced with new straw, and a bright flame rose in the hearth, and a whole leg of lamb was boiling in an iron pot on the hearth, and a salted belly of lamb in a crockpot. It's not that the villagers have become generous all of a sudden, they are all seriously injured. There is no possibility of healing, and the sheep will die at any time, in this case, it is better to slaughter it as soon as possible and feast on it.

They shared three plates and three wooden spoons, and took turns to eat hastily and contentedly, and the villagers left a bucket of water in the corner of the house, drank a little, washed the rest of the water, and then fell down and slept peacefully.

Plum woke up near dawn, and she felt her neck and back scream as she got up from the straw. Flo's priest took two cautious steps into the room, by the faint light of the hearth, pushed open the door and walked out.

Glenn opened one eye slightly, for the time being, it was safe here, those devil fingers had been burned to the ground, even their ashes had been hidden by the caster in his dimensional bag, he was not worried at all that Mei Mi would find one or two - even if the devil finger was evil and terrible, it was still a plant after all, and as long as it was a plant, it could not escape the eyes of the elves.

Flo's priest left the warm house. The cold air and breeze lifted her spirits—she didn't stop until she reached the edge of the village—and a fluffy, winged black hamster landed lightly on her shoulders near her neck, its thin tongue licking her skin. Beneath that thin layer of skin was a large artery, and the little devil could hear how the hot blood flowed in it, "Go on, darling," it said sweetly, imagining how comforting it would be if she could tear her neck open and suck it inside, "I have a little gift for you." ”

The young human female smiled. She didn't think that the little devil who had lost his owner would get anything worth seeing, and in her mind, the little devil was just a pet that was smarter than a cat or a dog.

"Right here. The little devil said.

Mei Mi saw only a prickly rose, with white and pink flowers.

Asmodeos, the little devil, jumped off her shoulders and stood on top of a large prickly rose. Tearing open the small bag hanging from its neck, this bag was so small that even if the drawstring was pulled open, only one of Meimi's thumbs was allowed to fit into the bag, but it was able to fall out of it as much as a pound - at first Meimi didn't recognize what the black, red, wrinkled pieces were, but a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through her mind, and she immediately raised her hand to hold her mouth to avoid involuntary cheering.

"You want these, don't you?" said the little devil, pretending to be ignorant, "I found them in a box." ”

Mamemy lowered her knees and knelt there to pick up the devil's finger, which had apparently been dried, and though it was dim, she could still find the features that belonged to the devil's finger, after all, she had been looking at it for a long time before she was forced out of the crypt.

"Yes, yes," she said ecstatically, "this is it," and she shoved all the devil's fingers into her robe, grabbing the little devil and kissing it viciously, "How did you get it...... Is there anything else in that box?"

"No more. The little devil wiped his tail in disgust from the place where it had been stained by Reverend Flo's saliva: "That's all, I've been looking for a long time. ”

"Uh...... Never mind. "Mei Mi has some regrets, but in any case, it is better than nothing.

"I think I have to thank you. She stood up contentedly and said perfunctorily, "What do you want?" berries, honey or jerky?"

"I can forage for food on my own. "Better food than berries and jerky," the little devil said in his heart, "May I follow you?"

"How?"

"There is a spellcaster among you. The little devil said.

"Cremar. Mei Mi touched her nose.

"Yes, it is him," said the little devil, "you know that I am a little devil," said it in a sincere and gentle voice, "I have lost my master in that plague, and the little devil as a magical creature cannot live without a master—I wanted him to be my new master, but he refused. ”

"Ah...... That's -- that's unfortunate. Memmy hurriedly said, she almost said her true words, Flo is above, if the caster is willing to accept this little monster as a pet, then this bag of devil fingers probably won't fall into her hands today, Memy thought, and he will only take it to the elf Kerryben, and then burn it violently: "It's strange why he doesn't want to," Frow's priest said half-truthfully, "You are so cute." ”

Not only did he refuse, but he beat me up. ”

"No, he's such a ruthless and vexatious bad guy. Mei Mi chimed in.

"The problem is," said the little devil sadly, "I still like him." ”

"Love...... Feelings are always so unreasonable. Mei Mi said. "So what do you want to do?"

"If you may," said the little devil, "I would like you to take me in for a while, and I think that if I can show some commendable strengths, I am very capable, he may be willing to accept me." ”

"So. Memmy showed it her bulging breasts, "These are the fees to hire me?"

"You can get more," said the little devil, "if you want to take me." And," it said, "you can put these back in this little bag, I promise not even an elf can sniff a single thing out of his stinky nose." ”

Mei Mi hesitated for a moment, it was true, if it was discovered by the elves, these valuable spell casting materials would definitely be confiscated and destroyed.

"Okay, then," she held out her palm, "the contract is established?"

"Founded. The little devil stretched out his little paw and slapped it on the snow-white palm, and Memmy didn't even notice that it didn't even mention the word contract - Demont was already a black history that the little devil was eager to wipe off with a piece of dry bread, and of course it would not be willing to let this foolish priest add another stroke, and if this woman was called the master, any devil would be more than willing to beat it back to the rank of inferior or even lowly devil, just because it was too disgraceful to the devil. (To be continued......)