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The old goblin sniffed reflexively, and said without looking back: "The good grandson is back, is it going well?" ”

Al muttered in answer and walked to his bed.

"What did you do today?" The old goblin asked with a smile.

Al bowed his head deeply, and after a few casual perfunctory words, he changed the subject.

God, do you want to say that you have been smearing all day?

The old goblin saw Al's frustration and stopped asking. After all, when he was his age, his self-esteem was also very strong.

There is no sun in the dimly lit dungeons, and all the activities of the goblins depend on accurate clocks. When the mechanical clock on the bell tower of the town hall had just struck six times, Al woke up early.

Goblins tend to sleep for a long time, but they don't have multiple naps a day like other halfling races. Just one good night's sleep can keep goblins energized throughout the day.

Having a different idea from his own kind, Al got up so early because he didn't want to cause unnecessary disturbances.

This kind of thinking is contrary to the goblin law that the pain of others is their own happiness. The goblin method that should be most advocated is that he deliberately squeezes around the crowd, smearing as much feces as he can on others, and preferably on his face; Or deliberately make a noise and laugh at the crowd running around.

As a result, the goblin freak who carefully manipulated Gao Lun began the psychological process of self-flagellation again.

When he finally arrived at the circus, Al's tense heart finally relaxed. Say hello to the guard pinching his nose. Al maneuvered Goren into the sprawling tents.

One night's air-drying combined with the high temperature of Gaolun itself made the feces already crust over. It was as if a thick layer of brown armor was wrapped around the king of the hill. The smell is much lesser than yesterday. Both El and the Guardian are actually psychological.

As a skilled golun operator, I have a deep memory of the roads I have traveled (which is the same as driving a car is easier to remember the road than riding a car). So with no one to show him the way, Al easily found Rooney's tent.

Lifting the tent, Rooney was already waiting for him. "Good morning, little one."

"Good morning, Master Rooney." Although Al was annoyed, he still sent his greetings very respectfully.

"Hehe, little one. What's different today? ”

"Huh?" Al was stunned.

"What's the difference between you coming today and yesterday?" The old hunchback said with a smile.

"It's no different...... Al thought for a moment.

Rooney smiled and prompted, "You walked past those tents full of monsters and didn't find anything?" ”

Al shook his head, "No, yesterday they were yelling at me, today it seems to be much quieter......" Speaking of this, Al suddenly realized: "They didn't yell at me!" ”

The monster that used to yell at him non-stop, but it didn't even bark today!

"Hehe......" the old animal trainer smiled meaningfully, "do you know what the reason is?" ”

El had a flash of inspiration. "Feces?"

Rooney nodded, "Not bad." The dung has the unique smell of Warcraft. So when you walk past them, the beast in the cage can't tell if you're a goblin or one of its kind just by smelling alone. ”

"So that's ......" Al immediately figured it out, "You asked me to smear all of Gaolun with feces, in fact, you want it to be contaminated with the smell of different monsters as much as possible?" ”

"You can teach." Old Rooney smiled: "There are also guys who are willing to smear their beloved Gauren with feces, and very few may hold on until the feces scab over." So little one, you passed the first level test. ”

Al's smile immediately froze, "So, there's a second level?" ”

Rooney smiled, "I haven't eaten breakfast yet, come here, I'll treat you to a big meal." ”

Since it's something to eat, it's time to say goodbye to feces. But when Al walked to the table that the animal trainer had haphazardly piled up in wooden boxes, his newly calmed heart rose to his throat again.

"This is ......" If Al is not mistaken, on the wooden box is an extremely precious monster egg.

"Griffon eggs." Rooney pulled out a slender hollow steel pipe and pressed it against the eggshell, grabbed the hammer next to him and smashed it down.

Boom! The steel pipe thrust into the eggshell, and Rooney flicked a small piece of straw that was exposed, tossing the griffin egg to Al. Then," the little goblin reflex manipulator Gao Lun took over.

"The response was good." Rooney nodded in satisfaction. He took out another straw and aimed it at the other griffin egg, and knocked it down vigorously. The old goblin shook the white griffin egg in his arms, then puffed out his cheeks and took the straw in his mouth.

The terrifying sound of "Zizi Zi ......" immediately sounded, and Rooney Sr. began to eat.

Al lifted his visor and gritted his teeth as he reached his head at the griffon's egg, which was held in Golen's mouth. But as soon as the nose reached the top of the straw, it was smoked by the strong fishy smell, and I didn't hold back my breath, and the acid water sprayed wildly. "Vomit—"

The spasmodic stomach pouch spat out the only glass of water he had when he got up, and Al struggled to stop his vomiting.

"Master Rooney, can I cook it before eating?" Knowing that it was impossible, Al couldn't help but ask.

"No, you can't." Licking the corners of his mouth with long mucus on it, Rooney rolled his eyes, "This is the second test for you, if you still want that contract...... Hey! ”

Al pinched his nose and took a bite down.

"Vomit ......" The egg white has not yet been sucked, and the mere churning fishy smell makes him retch. Fortunately, everything that can be vomited is emptied, otherwise El will be self-taught, learn the strong rumination ability of the minotaurs, spit out the half-digested food, and then suck it back into his mouth......

"Gurgling ......" caused Al to bubble up at the straw, and soon the churning mucus was pressed into his mouth.

The indescribable taste brought tears to the eyes of the little goblin.

The uncontrollable throat couldn't finish swallowing at all, and Al couldn't help but raise his head suddenly. "Poof-" Like a bursting fountain, thick egg whites shot in all directions like bullets, instantly beating old Rooney into a sieve.

Al wanted to say sorry, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the fishy sweet egg whites gurgled down, and an old and long waterfall hung along his chin......

Ignoring the tearful El, old Rooney jumped out of the corner of his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth that made the little goblin completely collapse: "Lick Lao Tzu clean, including Gao Lun!" ”

As with the first test, drinking raw griffin eggs is also intended to be contaminated with the smell of the beast, so that El can be accepted by the beast as soon as possible.

Fortunately, the animal tamer said angry words, and did not let Al Zhen lick the scab Gaolun. But this griffin egg must be drunk. The straw was too extravagant for Al, and Rooney Sr. jumped on Golun, smashed the egg into a hole in three or two strokes, pinched the back of his neck, and forcibly pressed Al's face into it......

"It's ugly, but you've barely passed this second test." Rooney Sr. smiled gloatingly at the grimacing Al.

"Goo...... Al just had a glimmer of desire to speak, his throat tightened, and juice was about to ooze from the cracks of his fingers that were tightly covering his mouth.

"Well, just complete the last test and you'll get the contract." Rooney Sr. snapped his fingers and motioned for Al to follow him towards the cage full of monsters.

The sturdy Gao Lun couldn't get in, so Al could only hold his belly and slide down with difficulty. Rao is little goblin gritted his teeth and held his breath very hard, but the moment his feet landed, the stinking mucus or sword shot out of his nostrils, hitting Old Rooney's back with great resentment.

I heard that people with severe poison in their bodies will bleed from seven orifices, but I don't know if Al will bleed egg yolk from seven orifices and die.

With his hands on his bulging belly, Al followed Rooney Sr. through the cage with difficulty. Even though the curtain was covered, Al could still feel the terrifying strength that made him feel it. Referring to the encounter where the precious griffin eggs were used as snacks, Al believed that the cage lurking must be a powerful high-level demonic beast.

"It's here!" Turning around, Rooney Sr. stopped by a curtain wall.

Al couldn't speak, only gestured with his eyes.

"Even if you beat the first two levels, you've already earned this contract. But - if you want to be my assistant to Rooney, you have to pass the level of Paul V. ”

Paul the Emperor? The curtain slowly opened to answer the question in Al's mind. Inside the huge glass tank, a giant octopus with a crown on its head is looking at the dwarf freak from head to toe.

"Goo-dong!" The little goblin with a strong gaze has cold hair standing on end, a cold back, and a tight buttocks. Swallowing his saliva, Al pointed at himself and then secretly at the Octopus Emperor.

"Paul V. has one card in each hand, you choose one first." Old Rooney swept away his previous ruffian aura and spoke with a serious face.

'Just pick one?' Al gestured.

"Yes, it's that simple."

Al thought for a moment and chose the third card with the tentacles entangled.

X., the Octopus Emperor revealed the card, which is the number 10. Paul V. Shi added another card, and the elder Rooney quietly urged. "Next."

II., the number on the card is 2.

"Again."

The numbers for the third are: VIII., the fourth is V., and the fifth is IX.

“10、2、8、5、9。” Old Rooney twitched the corners of his mouth, "Next, Paul will scramble the five cards you chose, and you pick three more cards from them." ”

Al didn't pay attention to Rooney Sr.'s expression, and his bloated belly forced him to complete the final test as quickly as possible. Soon he selected three as requested.

"10, 8, 9, 1089......" Rooney Sr. rattled his teeth. Paul V. Shi in the water tank took out a card marked 1089 from behind him and slowly turned it over......

"It's ......," Al stared at the pattern on the cards, petrified.

Massage. Club?

Oh my God, it's a woman. Soothing vibration massage. Club?!

Al, who had been molested all day, finally broke his last nerve, and his eyes were full of tears.

It's a pity that Al who was ruthlessly knocked out by Paul V. Shi didn't know that the expression on the face of the old Rooney at this time was more than the insertion massage. kinky. The woman is also distorted.

"! How, how is it possible! Unexpectedly...... Unexpectedly...... It's still ...... Double-headed! (To be continued.) )