Someone who can't refuse urges the draft, so...... Hey, it wasn't going to start moving until after May.

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It is dark, gloomy, and very damp. That's how I feel about the Archmage's Tower, not counting the fat rats that scurry around the corners from time to time. I couldn't figure out why the mages here were so thin as African refugees, so the rats here were so nourishing.

I waved my hand away from questions I shouldn't have been thinking about in the first place. I'm not wandering around the Mage Tower to steal some precious mage materials, I'm not short of money, I'm here for the damn Schilling and Little Potato. These two bastards didn't even see anyone when I was dragged over by those mages to teach me so hard. I must take revenge for this unconscionable behavior. It's better to let them all wear each other's little panties and learn how to dance with sea lions.

My head was torn around with all kinds of strange and vicious ways to fix people, and I continued to wander around while sneering. It's not that I want to wander around, it's because I'm ...... Lost.

They said that Schilling and Little Potato went to the small attic on the left half of the right cloister on the second floor to look for something. I asked for a general direction and ran over, completely forgetting about my +13 stat points. Not to mention the small attic, I haven't even found the most basic right cloister.

It's so unusual, there is even a sign near the toilet indicating the direction, how can this mage tower not even have the most basic facilities. Except for the blue-gray wall tiles, which are torches that emit a faint yellow light, it feels similar when you walk there, and it's no wonder if you don't get lost. What's even more infuriating is that I can't even see a living person, and I won't be given a chance to ask for directions. Could it be that the mages have turned into those fat rats and go to the sewers to hold a carnival?

Half an hour later, exhausted, I lay panting at the door of the legendary little attic. Map...... Wherever I go in the future, the first thing I do is buy a detailed map, and I will pay for it as expensive as it is. I feel that my road idiot attribute has been added by the system by tens of thousands of points.

The wooden door of the little attic was closed, and I quietly closed it, thinking that instead of going in openly, I should sneak in and scare them, and then take advantage of the chaos to touch Schilling's purse. Then, I asked Schilling to invite me to a big dinner, and watching him look embarrassed when he paid the bill, maybe he could even help the rampaging waiter at the restaurant beat him up.

It's a bit of a ridiculous idea, but there's nothing I can't do in my turtledove's hands. Ah, my stomach began to squirm, and the blood gathered on my fist, how much pleasure would it give me to knock the bridge of Schilling's nose with this not-so-thick joint? I'm looking forward to it.

I quickly went into stealth mode, opened the wooden door slightly, and then flashed in like a nimble snake. The attic was littered with clutter and filled with a pungent musty smell. For a good thief and killer, all interference from external objects is futile. I swayed quickly through the clutter, catching any suspicious noises. Oh, my Lord God, what have I stepped on? A thick, slimy, dark yellow goo. Which one of the devoid of virtue did it, I just brushed clean the little leather boots......

In the dimness, my sensitive ears heard some suspicious sounds. I pricked up my pointed ears. The sound seemed to come from a small potato, weak and a little panting. There should be nothing wrong, haha, let me find you, you're about to finish the game.

I silently moved slowly closer in the direction from which the voice came. The pace is getting slower...... How does this sound weird?

"Can you slow down and lighten up?" This was said by Little Potato.

"It's so tight......" was Schilling's voice.

"Tell you to slow down and be lighter, don't you listen?" Little Potato seems to be a little angry.

"I didn't expect it to be so tight that I can't pull it out now." Schilling's voice sounded a little gasping too.

"How can you not pull it out if you can stuff it in? Do you change the angle and position? ”

"It's useless, it's changed several angles."

"What are you anxious about, I'm not in a hurry. Regret stuffing in? Little Potato's tone was a bit blaming Schilling.

"What's there to regret about this?" Schilling didn't seem to have much confidence when he said this.

The more I listened to it, the more I felt that it was wrong. What to stuff in***. Could it be that the two of them are doing that in this small, intimate space? The AV I just read immediately came to my mind, and the two white flesh bodies were passionately entangled, and the lewd-looking man was crawling on the heroine's seductive snow-white body and shaking his lower body. Stuffed ......***......

I felt blood rushing towards my head. I curse you. When I was fooled by those old immortal things, you actually came here to have a good time for men and women. There's another reason I'm angry, and that's that the little potato I thought was as pure as boiled water would be the same as that damn Schilling...... And Schilling, a bastard, has such a relationship with Little Potato, and he dares to blatantly say that he has a good impression of me in front of everyone. Men are not a thing. Uh, oh my name, I've forgotten who I am. It's good that Schilling isn't a thing, there's no need to implicate the innocent male masses.

At this time, the little potato suddenly exclaimed: "Oops." ”

Schilling's voice was a little flustered: "Why did it hurt you?" ”

"What are you doing so hard all of a sudden? I must have been scratched here. Little Potato complained pitifully.

"I'm sorry......," Schilling said apologetically.

I'm sorry for your sister! I burst out of the dark corner in an instant, and roared at the same time, "You two dogs......"

"Dog...... As soon as the dog ...... jumped out and saw Little Potato and Schilling staring at me with shocked eyes, I was stupid.

The Chinese language is so mysterious. The same word can sound like many meanings on different occasions and at different times. Seeing that Schilling and Little Potato were neatly dressed in their clothes and armor, I knew I had misunderstood them. At this moment, Schilling held the hilt of a long sword in his hand, while Little Potato held the scabbard wrapped around the sword in both hands.

Originally stuffed in...... And***...... It's tossing this thing...... I sweat. Little Potato's little white hand was red at the tiger's mouth, and it was estimated that when Schilling suddenly tried to pull out the sword just now, the scabbard scratched her. Damn, can't you bring a subject or an object when you speak? It makes me think of being 108,000 miles away.

"Hmm...... That one...... I've got a new assignment. "In the face of the NPCs at the level of divine envoys and the army of tens of thousands of people, they will not move their brows, how can the turtledove, who can still speak brilliantly, get stuck at this moment? I was in a hurry to change the topic.

"I've got a new mission, okay." The little potatoes look so good when they smile. Such a beautiful ** must not be tarnished by a scum like Schilling.

"Is it a follow-up to a series of missions?" Look. Schilling's dog can't spit ivory out of his mouth, and he can ask such an idiotic question.

I didn't bother to answer him, but instead asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Oh, yes, Schilling's sword scabbard is worn out beyond use, so head to the storage room of this mage tower to find a temporary replacement. As a result, I couldn't pull it out when I tried the scabbard. Little Potato explained.

I touched my chin and turned my head to Schilling: "You can do this kind of rough work alone, what kind of bad intentions are there to pull my little potatoes?" ”

Before Schilling could speak, Little Potato took the lead: "Sister Turtledove, don't get me wrong, I took the initiative to help Schilling." ”

"Oh?" I glanced at the two of them, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, especially after the unhealthy thoughts I had just had.

I guess it's not early now, and my body suddenly feels tired. I waved my hand: "Hey, it's not too early today." Why don't we rest. Let's wait until tomorrow to do the next mission. ”

Schilling and Little Potato don't have much of an opinion. Forgive them and don't dare to have any opinions, I am the boss of this small team, and I have the final say on everything. Besides, that's how the game is set up. The task taken by the team leader, when the captain is not there, is completed and invalid. In the end, they don't know what the task is doing.

I made an appointment for the next day's online gathering, and the little potatoes were laid. Schilling was still tinkering with the damn sword and the damn scabbard.

Seeing that he didn't seem to care much about me, my little temper came up a little again, and I asked in a muffled voice, "Schilling, don't you ask what the follow-up mission is?" ”

Schilling smiled softly: "I found that I was used to being a leader, and it was very easy to go back and be a leader." Task: Do something specific, what the leader should care about. We are the kind of leaders who only need to obey the orders of the leader and complete the tasks given by the leader. Save worry, save brain, why not. ”

I was suddenly overwhelmed by his clichéd remarks, and I didn't know what to say. Isn't it? In real life, I ran away from home mainly because I hated my father, and partly because I didn't want to get involved in the trivial things of the family business. The superior has the glory of the superior and their troubles. Although the inferior ones are a little shorter than the superior ones in every way, they can have ordinary happiness.

I don't know what to say, it's better not to say it, anyway, I'm going to go offline to rest.

Just as he was about to log out of the game, Schilling suddenly came up: "Hey, that's right." What exactly is the purpose of the mission? If you're not in a hurry to go offline, you might as well let me know first. ”

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"Schilling, you bastard!" I lifted my foot, and a wyvern kicked it in the sky.