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"Nope! Nicholas, that doesn't taste good! ”

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"God, Lord Nicholas, where are you going? You're too conspicuous. ”

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"Nope! Don't nibble on the street lights! That's not a bone! ”

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"Oh no! That's a dumpster! It's not your food, Lord Nicholas! ”

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"Don't! That's the house! Cement doesn't taste good! …… God, that's a manhole cover! Don't pick it up! I can't grind my claws! ”

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"Please, come home with us, Lord Nicholas, you've been wandering the streets for over two hours, and we're already in trouble."

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The four of them only felt exhausted. At this time, they have long been deprived of the initial excitement, joy, and finally succeeded in summoning or something. If they still have emotions now, they will only want to cry without tears.

Credder collapsed limply on the floor, leaning against the wall behind him, gasping for air. Since becoming a transcendent, he has not experienced this kind of exertion in the real world for a long time. Not only physical tiredness, but also mental all-round tiredness.

I'm so tired that I want to stick out my tongue and gasp!

Erin's state is also similar to him, especially the two girls, their hair is wet and soaked with sweat, but they don't even have the heart to clean up, they throw themselves on the chair and don't even want to move. The chair they sat on was immediately stained with a wet mark.

A dark shadow loomed over Credder on the floor.

Credder looked up, and was greeted by a large dog face, beautiful white hair, which looked as soft as velvet, neatly combed, and spotless. Even if it was so lively before, it was still clean.

The other party is very tall, at least twice as big as an ordinary large dog, this is still an ordinary form, just in the previous three hours, he had seen the other party unscientific, like blowing up a balloon, inflating his body size, biting the light source of a street lamp. By the way, I gnawed two street lamp poles and beat my teeth, leaving a sentence that tastes good and can be selected into zero recipes.

"Dear Lord Nicholas, is there anything else you need to command?" Credder asked cautiously with a smile on the serious-looking, but still somewhat comical-looking dog face. To be honest, if he knew that the summoned creature was closely related to his own interests and bound, he would never summon it rashly.

In particular, summon an otherworldly creature that calls itself "Nicholas Husky"!

In just three hours, he and his companions felt almost hopeless about the future. But when the contract is established, even if the future is hopeless, they have to grit their teeth and wait for this summon. If the other party is unhappy and dies, it can affect them in all aspects, especially in the future.

The hand is too cheap!

Credder cursed himself again, well, willingly!

"I'm hungry, and the sacrifices and food that have been prepared are ready to be served." It was still the majestic middle-aged man's voice, and it was still a direct spiritual communication, and the otherworldly creature Mr. Nicholas Husky was very smooth and natural, without the slightest pretense, but said as a matter of course.

"We've got the fattest beef and big meat bones for you!" Credder hurriedly pointed to the large pile of meat he had brought home.

"No, I don't eat them." Nicholas Husky revealed dissatisfaction.

"No, not eating?" Credder blinked, and he felt that the shadow above his head had turned into a dark cloud, and the next moment thunder, lightning, hail, and rain would follow.

"Don't think of me as a creature in your world! Although the air in your world is good, the recipes are too peculiar. I like hard things, iron mythril and magical things. Nicholas Husky said in a serious way.

"Hard, hard?" Credder blinked his eyes again, as if something sounded, and quickly continued, "Yes, steel?" It's the kind of stuff you've nibbled on out there. ”

Nicholas Husky tilted his head and thought about it, it seemed that he had indeed nibbled on something, and left zero recipes. So he nodded: "It's about the same as fine iron." But the taste is not as good as fine iron. ”

"No problem, there are so many flavors to choose from! Especially how hard it is. Credder quickly patted his chest, signaling that he would find him various [flavors] of steel, alloys, or something.

He also discovered that although this true dog ancestor he summoned looked like a husky and called himself a husky, in terms of combat effectiveness, at least he didn't know how many huskies! The only thing that is similar to the characteristics of a husky is his huge curiosity and tossing energy.

Burnout!

The destructive power is also increased exponentially more than the average husky!

For three hours, the riots and destruction caused along the way alone were enough to make Credder want to cry without tears. At least he was targeted by MI7 and came to the door quickly, which is a sure fact. In fact, the fact that MI7 men did not show up to arrest them for three hours already made Creder feel extremely surprised.

It is already a fact that there is also the destruction of public property and residences, as well as the mess of vehicles and so on, and a large amount of money is lost. If it weren't for the fact that the four of them worked hard to save a sum of money after becoming transcendental, this time it would be enough for them to consider selling themselves to MI7 or a business tycoon or something.

"Where's the stuff?" Nicholas Husky naturally took over.

"What?" Credder was stunned.

"What about those snacks you were talking about? When will it come up? I came here in response to your call, but it took a lot of effort and my strength dropped! Nicholas Husky's dog-faced face clearly revealed dissatisfaction.

"We'll have it for you. Soon! Credder gritted his teeth and reached to his feet on the floor, wondering where to buy it. Is it a hardware store? Steel mill? Or is it an abandoned iron station? Will the scrap metal in poor condition make Nicholas dissatisfied? Lower your opinion of yourself?

Finally, Credder suddenly thought of a very important question: how much does this boss eat in a meal?

"Just my size." To Cred's question, Nicholas Husky answered very neatly. If the other party didn't add the last sentence, Credder would feel okay, but after listening to the last sentence, Credder felt that no matter what, the future of himself and his three partners was hopeless.

Nicholas Husky said: "It's a snack, and the meal needs to be powered by magic. Magic crystals and minerals, as well as your specialty monsters, give me some. ”