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It's no wonder that compared to a few green-skinned goblins with hairy faces, wide-mouthed buckteeth, plus a pair of buy-one-get-one-free blue-eyed goblins with wink-to-one ears and goldfish eyes, the young man in front of him is simply handsome. Speaking of which, in addition to those strange black eyes, it is simply a handsome face that can be made into a poster.

Of course, in terms of goblin aesthetics, Al is indeed a freak.

"What's your name?"

"His name is Al, sir." Boss Gova hurriedly replied.

"Al, if it weren't for your dark eyes, I'd have thought you'd be a dwarf......" muttered the well-informed ogre lord. In fact, the dwarfs with large heads and small bodies, long arms and short legs, and disproportionate stature are easily recognizable, while Al is only short and very well-proportioned.

"The old man is right, he is a freak." Gova shouted vigorously: "Look at his yellow skin, dark eyes, and hairless hands, plus his stupid pig-like head, how can he have a little goblin consciousness." Tsk, killing him dirty your hands. ”

"Yes, yes! Dirty your hands......" The others echoed in unison.

The ogre smiled innocently, and the next sentence made the five of them almost fall into the street. "Thank you for saving me."

"Thank you?" Goblins, look at me, I look at you, with the expression of seeing the undead.

After saying that, the green-skinned butcher happily took off a ring from his hand and threw it to Al. "It's your pay."

The boy hurriedly caught it and clutched it tightly in his palm.

"Boom-" The remaining four goblins swallowed in unison. Nothing else. I saw a gemstone the size of a dragon's eye in a graceful arc. Fell into El's palm.

When Al was still staring at the butcher's distant back, he was in a daze. As everyone knows, the palm of the hand has been broken by everyone.

"Wow......" The huge ruby ring was handed between the dirty palms, attracting a series of exclamations. Comparing the size of his own eyeballs, Peake couldn't help but sigh, "Boss, please take back what you said earlier, Al made the most correct decision today." ”

The Gowa boss stared at the moving gem in his friend's hand, swallowing his throat, unable to say a word......

It didn't take long for the ring to finally return to Al. Although the eyes of the four were filled with undisguised greed. But no one dared to embezzle the property that already belonged to Al.

"Those who do not work will fall into hell forever", this is also one of the most important laws of goblins.

In fact, the goblin clan who advocate management and creativity can continue to this day, and the strict and complete legal system that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people has contributed to the great contribution. How to say that sentence, when morality collapses, it is up to the law to release the brilliance.

"Laugh, buddy." Peake bumped Al's shoulder, "At least the money to buy the new Gollen!" ”

Al's eyes lit up, "Hmm! And the money for grandpa to change the spine! ”

The four of them climbed up the pitch-black steel Gao Lun and strode away with El......

Walking out of the Colosseum, where the lights have been turned off, you will be caught in a crowded crowd. Al politely declined Kaba's suggestion to take him to his family's machine shop to buy a new Golem. Hop on Pique's Gallon and go home first.

At this time, the dungeon was full of people and the lights were like day. The winding path is like a spider's web. Wander through the bloated houses that are piled up haphazardly and have no aesthetic appeal. The lights on both sides of the road cut through the endless black curtain and spread into the distance.

Vendors shouting along the road, mechanical workshops spewing smoke and fire, huge beasts full of cargo boxes, and countless strange machines mixed with the flow of people...... The crowded city is crammed with all sorts of things, and it is a naked declaration to the lowly outsiders that only the prosperity belongs to the goblins.

Redness is a certainty.

But in the city of goblins, almost no one dares to do it.

Because, whether it's the icy steel Gaolun, the terrifying war machines, or the ferocious breeding behemoths and countless high-level scrolls that are set off as fireworks, it is a nightmare for all reckless men who dare to peek into the wealth of the goblins.

As the most famous trading city on the continent of "Espenia", "Nîmes" is just a slum on the edge of the "glowing cobweb" outlined by the lights, but it is also crowded.

Like the marginalized streets, it is also home to the poorest of the poorest in this wealthy city where 'gold coins flow through the sewers'.

Like all of their kind who wear rings as fists, the goblins in the slums have their own pride. Just like the words they say every day: "Compared with the lord in the city, we are inferior; Compared to outsiders who don't grow hair, even the rats in the back alley have become cute! ”

The reason is simple, because-

"We are noble goblins! Founder of the greatest civilization on the continent of Esspinia! ”

So, there are miracles in the goblin slums.

As long as you are here, your eyes will naturally be drawn to the lofty circular Colosseum in the middle of the staggered low shantytown.

The Rusty Colosseum sits at the end of Fat Gut Alley, it is the pride of the entire slum and an important source of livelihood for countless 'untouchables'. The street called Fat Sausage Lane is inconspicuous, but it is also the longest and straightest street in Nîmes.

But then again, no matter how fat the intestines are, they can't be thicker than the thighs, and the more spectators who go in and out of the Colosseum, make the not wide streets more and more crowded. This is the moment that can test the ability of the operator, Pique stopped talking, carefully manipulated Gao Lun, and struggled to move forward in the flow of people.

As a pariah in the slums second only to rats, Al has no regular occupation like many others, and usually makes a living by doing odd jobs or running errands and delivering letters. When the day of the Colosseum performance, the boy with Gao Lun would go to work as an assistant to the gladiators, earning a rare and lucrative reward.

Although it is dangerous, the number of goblins who sign up to be gladiatorial assistants every time is more and more every time. If it weren't for the help of Gova's cousin who was the administrator, the El wouldn't have had a chance at all.

has a wide network and a big face, which is why Gowa can become the boss.

Both Al and Peake live in Rabbit Ears Alley.

Compared to the single-family Pique's family, Al's situation is much worse. He and his elderly grandfather live in a crowded hive hotel.

The rooms in the hotel are cramped and cramped, like dense beehives. Each one was crammed with poor families. This is the hotel alone. The Al family, who only lived in two people. It has become the envy of other tenants.

The owner of the Hive Inn is a stern and upright old goblin, and the tenants he can keep are honest people with clean hands and feet. So although the house is crowded, the relationship between the neighbors on weekdays is very harmonious.

Al Golon inherited it from his grandfather.

It is said that when he was young, his grandfather was a well-known gladiator assistant in the Colosseum. broke his spine because of an accident, so he had to leave the stage he loved.

Al later succeeded him and became the only gladiator assistant in the Hive Hotel. So in a sense, the El with Gao Lun is also one of the few shining points in the entire hotel that can be proud of.

Sliding off Gollen's shoulder, Al waved at his companion who had taken him home. Turn around and walk into the hotel.

"Brother Al, Greenskin has won again, has he?" As soon as he entered the lobby of the hotel, Al was surrounded by hairy 'melon heads'. The juvenile goblin also has a pleated face, with the only noticeable difference being the soft white fur on the bald head.

"yes, he killed the dragon!" Al smiled and handed out the candy that had been sprinkled before the show.

"Hooray—" The kids didn't really care who the winner was, they gathered around for Al's candy. The boss in gold-rimmed glasses slowly raised his head from behind the counter and greeted Al with a blank face. Al responded with a smile and whistled as usual up the spiral staircase.

Rows of houses surround the staircase, like beer kegs piled together. Compared to the round barrels, each room here is a hexagonal column that is lying down. In front is the door. The window at the back is opened, and it looks like a beehive.

Goblins are short in stature. The height of the building is of no use except to compensate for the shortcomings of the soul. The Hive Hotel has abandoned the height of hypocrisy to the greatest extent and has made an article in length, so each Hive rental house is very long.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling today?" Al yelled as soon as he entered.

"Ahem, it's still the same, you won't be able to die for a while." Leaning against the windowsill at the back of the house, there was a chaise longue, from which the voice of an old man was coming from.

The broken spine didn't affect Grandpa's upper body, and the old goblin was removing his reading glasses and resting them on the coffee table next to him along with the newspaper as Al entered.

"Grandpa, Gao Lun is scrapped." Al put one of his grandfather's feet on his thigh and kneaded it carefully.

"Hmm." The old goblin closed his eyes tightly and snorted noncommittally.

"Aren't you sad?" The little trick didn't succeed, and Al said with a disappointed face, "I thought you would scold me." ”

Al's lost expression came into his eyes, and the old goblin immediately smiled, "Child, you have always valued Gao Lun more than anything else. So, if it's a frustrating thing, you're going to be sad first, aren't you? ”

Al muttered, "On the flip side, it's not bad news because I'm calm." ”

The old goblin lovingly stroked the young man's soft black hair, and said softly, "Tell me, child, what happened?" ”

Al pulled out the gemstone ring and told his grandfather everything that had happened in the Colosseum.

"Good condition." The goblin held up reading glasses and examined the jewels set in the ring under the light.

"Grandpa, is it enough to give you a new spine?" Al said worriedly.

"Enough, I think you can also have a bronze golun."

"Blue Bronze-level Gao Lun?!" It turned out to be a blue bronze grade Gao Lun that surpassed black iron! Gosh, with it, Al doesn't have to be a gladiator assistant at all, he can directly apply to become a gladiator, and even qualify as an admirable caravan mercenary!

"Grandpa, what are you waiting for, let's go!" Al couldn't wait any longer.

"Roger's Conversion Shop", the most famous grocery store in the slums. Grandpa's old acquaintance, who is also the owner of this shop, warmly received the grandfather and grandson.

While Al was wandering around, Roger whispered, "Old man, this gem is enough to impress the Great Witch Doctor, perform a Great Rejuvenation Technique, and give you a new lease of life." There is no need to endure such great pain and risk death to replace a mechanical spine. ”

The old goblin smiled faintly, "Old man, for an old thing that has already stepped into the grave with one foot, the rejuvenation technique is too luxurious. Giving and giving are not proportional to what we believe in. Besides, Al is still young, and he needs a blue bronze statue to realize his dream. I think you can satisfy him. ”

Roger let out a long sigh, "As you wish, I will give him the Blue Bronze Grade Gao Lun ......"

The old goblin reminded with a smile: "And my spine." ”

"yes, and that damn spine!" (To be continued.) )