Thank you for the monthly pass of the young master of the southern country and the reward of half of the lazy man——

Gao Lun started again, and El, who was soaked in sweat and urine, exhausted his last bit of strength, and collapsed weakly on Gao Lun's shoulder, looking at the dark ground and being stunned.

Pique didn't speak, but the two good friends who originally had nothing to say had a lot of estrangement because of this incident.

In fact, Al doesn't blame Pique, after all, this is the survival law of goblins. If you change it to yourself, you can't do anything.

It wasn't until he saw the lights on the outer wall of the Colosseum, which towered above the city, that Al's heart calmed down slightly. With a sigh of relief, Al struggled to sit up, "Not a vampire. ”

"What?" Hearing his friend's words, Pique, who was entangled all the way, seemed to grasp the life-saving straw and hurriedly responded.

"I said, it's not a vampire lying behind me." Al smiled at Pique.

Little Red Mao actually values friendship very seriously. That's why I feel ashamed that I didn't do anything. Al's warm smile suddenly melted his heart, and Peake, who came back to his senses, hurriedly asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

"Temperature." Al touched his dried-out neck, "Vampires are cold, but that tongue is warm. At that time, I was so scared that my mind didn't turn at all. ”

"Well, that means it's not an undead?" Pique's brain was also active.

In fact, the goblins are cowardly and timid, but Al and Peake shouldn't have been. After all, they were all gladiator assistants who had seen the world. It was only under a series of psychological hints such as the terrifying Gaolun tomb that they were afraid. I thought I was meeting some kind of terrifying powerhouse. So there was no resistance. Surrendered early.

"By the way, Pique, they said it was ...... My sister? ”

"It was Vic who said it." Pique struggled to recall the scene, "He asked if you had a sister, and said that the guy behind you was weird. ”

Al nodded, "I remember." ”

Before they knew it, the two had come to the bustling street. Completely relaxed, Peake smiled and asked, "Where to go next?" ”

"Find an outsider and sell it." Al was eager to try.

"Good!" Seeing that Al seemed to have forgotten his previous unhappiness, Peake quietly breathed a sigh of relief and excitedly manipulated Golem to rush into the crowd.

'Gaolun' in the goblin language if translated into lingua franca. It's the 'Golem'. But compared to the intelligent race with self-awareness, the goblin refers more often than not: a mechanical puppet that has no mind and can only be manipulated by man.

But the golem with self-consciousness, if you talk about the structure alone, is actually not much different from the goblin Gaolun. So El's goal is these golem warriors who have come from afar. Because although the fire in the chest of the golem warriors can burn endlessly, the old bodies have to be replaced regularly.

Soon Al sold all of his spark plugs and balls, earning 135 silver coins. Pique is not bad either, with the large pieces that Gao Lun picked up, he easily earned 1,200 silver coins, which is 12 gold coins.

"Hey~ little brother, can you do some maintenance?" Passing by a Gaolun care store. The guy at the entrance of the store smiled and blocked the way.

"Don't do it, don't do it." Peake flicked impatiently.

"Hey, hey! This little brother, Gao Lun is rusty and slag. If you don't maintain it, it will be scrapped! ”

"You talk nonsense!" Peake was furious, "The young master just did the care last month!" ”

The guy shrugged his shoulders disappreciatively, and pointed behind Gao Lun with a sloppy expression.

Peake looked back and was petrified.

I saw that a winding rust was connecting along the street behind him to Gao Lun's feet. With a slight rustling sound, the rust slag that was still falling was actually piled up on the heels of Gao Lun!

"How could it be ......" Peake rubbed his eyes in dismay, and then looked back to see where the rust pile was still stubbornly piled up. Obviously, this is not an illusion.

"I only did the maintenance last month!" Pique was already crying. The cost of a treatment is exactly 10 gold coins, and the money bag that has just been filled has been emptied before it can be warmed, can Peake not cry.

"Little brother, look at the condition of your Gao Lun, the usual care seems to be inadequate!" The flesh and bone cutting blades swished out from the little eyes of the guys, harvesting the flesh of the 'fat sheep', and Peake wanted to die.

"How much does it cost?" Al asked quietly.

"If you can pay 50% more than the price, I promise to give you back a big shiny one." The guy smiled and held out five fingers.

“10%！” Peake's forehead was bruised.

“50%。” The guy raised an eyebrow.

“15%！” Peake's lip bit again.

“50%。” The guy picked his nostrils.

"You!"

Al grabbed his rampage companion and said to the guy who was eating the boogers in his mouth, "30%, this is all we have." ”

"Deal." Sucking his fingers, the guy gave a crushing smile.

Quietly handing over his 100 silver coins to Peake to make up for Gollen's care, ignoring the scolding Peake, Al crouched down and stared at the pile of rust at Gollen's heels.

"What's wrong, Al?" Pique, who was tired of scolding, also squatted down.

Al whispered in his ear, "Pique, aren't those Gaulon wrecks also covered in rust?" ”

Peake suddenly realized, "yes, all the wreckage is rusty ......"

Al nodded slightly, "It seems that they died much later than we suspected. Even I suspect it's what happened these days. ”

"That's right." Peake nodded in agreement, not thinking deeply. Now he is full of his own Gao Lun.

Nursing Gao Lun took two people all day. Peake is okay, after all, the family can provide food and drink, but Al, who is only one person, must find a way to earn some more money.

The next day, after a night of deep thought, Al rushed to the garbage valley alone.

In recent times, the garbage valley has become a cornucopia for waste pickers. It doesn't take much effort for El to earn enough gold to sustain himself. It could have been without risking. But he resolutely chose to go to the Gaolun cemetery deep in the garbage dump.

Too many doubts piled up in my mind are one reason. Other than that. He was also curious about the freak who was said to resemble him. After all, for as long as he can remember, he has been called a freak by the friends around him. So he has an almost innate pity for other freaks.

Perhaps, from the mouth of the same freak, he can learn his grandfather's origin that he has always refused to tell him.

In fact, since he was sensible, the boy has always had a question in his heart: why did the grandfather who adopted him never mention his parents, why he was always secretive about his origins, and why couldn't even find a little bit of parent-related fragments in the family......

I. Whose child exactly?

Using the milk, he unscrewed the valve at the hip bone of the scrapped Golem, and Al carefully inserted the rubber tube. Open your mouth and take the other end of the leather tube and suck it hard. The viscous black oil immediately rushed down the leather tube into his throat, and resisting the urge to vomit, Al quickly spit out the leather tube and stuffed it into the prepared glass bottle.

"Vomit-" As soon as the black oil entered the glass bottle, Al couldn't hold back his mouth and vomited. It is not until the gastric juice is spit out that the strong vomiting sensation gradually disappears. Al grinned bitterly with his dark teeth, apparently the lube wasn't on the goblin's recipe.

Two large bottles of lubricant weigh ten gallons. Al hung a strip of cloth on his chest and walked with difficulty to the cemetery where the rust had been found.

Blazing fast. It is not big, can corrode metal, and likes to eat lubricant oil...... freaks. Thinking about the dirty little hand that grabbed his shoulder, which seemed to be white and red, chubby, Al felt dizzy.

White fat little hands are obviously the characteristics of flesh and blood, but why do you like to drink lube?

"Ahh

Whoosh -

The quiet cemetery suddenly flew through an afterimage, and the rusty slag raised was like a brown python.

El followed the tumbling rust and easily found the place where the monster had disappeared. Swallowing his scareled saliva, El walked cautiously towards his target along the edge of the mountain of garbage.

It appears that the target is hiding in a cavern under the ruins. As El approached, the hole was bubbling outward. The guys inside have also spotted the exposed trail of rust and are sparing no effort to blow it away.

Al smiled dumbly, and seemed less scared in his heart.

Perhaps sensing El's approach, the blowing suddenly stopped, replaced by a low-frequency whimper with warning implications. As a seasoned gladiator's assistant, Al was familiar with the very special sounds that this monster made when a threat approached. So the reality stopped, gently removed the oil bottle hanging from his chest, and secretly opened it.

Po -

The unexpected high pitch startled Al, and the whimper in the cave suddenly rose to a high pitch. The pressure on his face almost made him breathe, and the little goblin fell to his knees and fell to his knees.

The oil bottle in his hand was then emptied, and the lubricating liquid flowed to the ground with a clatter.

Perhaps it was the smell of lubricant, and the whimpering quickly stopped. Trembling, Al felt his eyes dazzle, and the oil bottle that had fallen to the ground was gone.

"Hiccup—" Familiar bubbles erupted from the cavern, and Al couldn't help but let out a secret sigh. Raising his hand to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, Al removed another bottle of oil and crawled towards the cave.

The monster inside only made a few symbolic screams, not a warning. Al crawled all the way, daring to the edge of the cave, carefully raising his head.

The cavern is so deep that El can't see the bottom with the dark vision unique to the creatures of the dungeon. Peeking at the size of the entrance, it seemed that I could get into it myself. But after much deliberation, he dismissed this idea that was too crazy.

After all, as Boss Gova said, he's a goblin.

But just giving up, Al was very unwilling. He had a very peculiar feeling that the monsters inside didn't seem to have any ill will towards him. After thinking about it, the little goblin rolled his eyes and thought about it. Carefully pull out the cork and gently tilt the oil bottle towards the cave.

Let's go!

Drops of thick grease dripped into the depths of the cave, and the sound of glutinous licking sounded again. Al shook his shoulders and grinned, quietly moving the mouth of the bottle out of the cave. He had wanted to lure the little monster out of the cave with the help of lubricant, but unfortunately......

With a light hand, the glass bottle filled with black oil disappeared again.

Ayrton was deflated, and unwillingly stretched out his head to look at the dark cave, and suddenly heard a full hiccup, and the bubbles floating up from the cave smashed into the little goblin's face.

“……”

The silent mockery of the little monster seemed to sound in the darkness, and Al didn't bother to wipe the grease off his face and left dejectedly.

The disappointed little goblin didn't notice that in the depths of the dark cavern behind him, a pair of shining eyes seemed to light up, quietly staring at his distant back...... (To be continued.) )