Chapter Seventy-Four: Pit Daddy's Son

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, when I saw the disabled old man holding a firewood knife and slashing at the limbs of the treasure hunter adventurer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the cognition of the disabled old man, it should be a sleepy treasure hunting adventurer, his eyes opened, his waist moved, and he turned around and stood up with a movement similar to a carp turning over, and at the same time kicked the disabled old man in the abdomen...... That's the problem, I sensed it before, the guy didn't faint at all, and to be more specific, I sensed that there were a large number of people here who didn't faint.

"Ahh

Touch......

"You...... You...... How could you not ...... This can't be ......" The disabled old man sat on the ground, the only remaining index finger of his left hand trembled, pointed at the treasure hunter, and said incoherently...... Anyway, I sensed that there were a large number of people here who didn't pass out. It is common sense that this antidote to the anesthetic smoke is well known?...... Could it be that this disabled old man has been closed for too long and is too outdated?

"Hmph, a slave is a slave. The treasure hunter patted the not-so-obvious dust on his body, and continued disdainfully: "How can you hurt the nobles!"

He originally wanted to continue with a few sarcastic remarks, but seeing the disabled old man muttering to himself in his own world, he probably felt a little bored.

He turned his head and glanced at one of his men, who had already gotten up.

The subordinate seemed to be more clever, nodded directly, and walked towards the disabled old man...... Eye contact? Not afraid of making mistakes?

"Father, father!" shouted the man, taking off his knightly helmet, crouching in front of the disabled old man.

"Are you...... You're Nelon?...... You are Niren?!!" The disabled old man probably heard a familiar voice, broke his original lost soul, and then looked up and carefully observed the figure in front of him, and exclaimed.

"Why are you here? You can't be here! It's too ...... here...... I guess what the disabled old man wanted to say was that it was too dangerous here...... It's a pity that it was interrupted.

"Father, I am now an official knight under Lord Sloan," he said proudly, holding his head high,

"Don't worry, Lord Sloan is merciful, and he didn't care about you, and he released smoke that might confuse him before. ”

"Tell the point!" interrupted the treasure-hunting adventurer, who seemed to have a grudge against the disabled old man, with a little impatience,

"Yes, Lord Sloane!" said the disabled old man's son, who immediately turned around respectfully and saluted...... Damn, look at this guy nodding his head, he's quite skilled, eighty percent of the way he has formed a conditioned reflex!

"Father, I have already told Lord Sloane that you have lived here for decades, and you have found it a few years ago, the clue of this cheat, you should hurry up and tell the lord what you know. The disabled old man's son said a little hurriedly...... This is obviously cheating on his father's son!

"Lord Sloane is very generous, and if we can help him find the cheat, he has promised to give me a hereditary knight's fief. ”...... There are so many slots in this that I don't know how to spit it out...... In other words, not to mention what kind of lord, will he really give the fief afterwards, just say that the condition he said on the surface to give the fief is to find the cheats and then give the fief, in other words, isn't it useless to find the cheats and fiefs?...... Isn't this like fishing, even the bait on the hook is fake!

The old man sat on the ground, and from the first words his son uttered, "I am now a full-fledged knight under Lord Sloan," he froze.

Then, as his son was talking to himself, his chest began to rise and fall noticeably (shortness of breath), and the whites of his eyes were visibly congested.

"Father, tell me what you know!" said the son who had cheated his father, seeing that the disabled old man had not spoken, and his master began to be a little impatient, and urged a little hurriedly.

"We don't deserve this cheat, Sloane ...... talent"...... Damn, I can't help but beat him up when I hear this! If you don't have the cheats, then there is no such thing as deserving it! This guy is obviously wandering around being a slave and not being able to do it.

"Did you give them the antidote?!! didn't it?!! you brute............! The disabled old man half-jumped, took the firewood knife in his hand, and slashed at him.

The son of the cheating father didn't fight back much at this time, and slowly retreated from left to right.

Based on their conversations and micro-expressions, I determined that they had the antidote to the anesthetic smoke, not because they had enough knowledge of the anesthetic smoke, but because the son of the disabled old man who emitted the smoke took the initiative to contribute the antidote.

Now, his son can make his father miserable!

You know, for those who don't understand this anesthetic smoke, there is no antidote, it is absolutely inconclusive...... In other words, as long as the son who cheated his father doesn't contribute the antidote, it is absolutely impossible for those guys to stand on the ground soberly by their own skills.

This kind of anesthetic smoke is quite good in my opinion...... I think it's pretty good, it's extremely advanced for the people of this civilization.

For those who do not know anesthesiology, they may not know that a kind of smoke needs to be poured in and acted immediately, but it requires a deep foundation in pharmacy.

Coupled with this antidote to anesthesia, it can also be controlled in stages and timeliness...... Like the disabled old man, the antidote to the rookie wandering knight's breakfast, which was to make them wake up after about two hours in a coma, and the disabled old man was pit by his son, another antidote that was completely unaffected by anesthetic smoke.

If this kind of anesthetic smoke, and the corresponding phased time-sensitive antidote, were researched by the disabled old man himself...... That's a genius!

"Enough, don't pretend to be crazy and stupid. The treasure hunter who used someone else's son to trap his father was already a little impatient, but now he was even more impatient, and directly kicked out another kick to kick the disabled old man away.

"Tell me what you know right now, or you'll have fewer parts on you. The treasure-hunting adventurer who used his son to cheat his father walked up to the disabled old man lying on the ground and gestured to his remaining limbs with his eyes...... Listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that the disabled old man's disability has a lot to do with him...... Wow, this is probably a few decades, right?

"Hahaha! Sloan, you still want to threaten me, you still dare to threaten me, hahahaha! I've been like this for more than ten years, what are you afraid of?" The disabled old man laughed for a long time, and his distorted face flashed a trace of his peculiar micro-expression.

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