"Hahaha, another big bunch of lambs to the slaughter."

Khaled stood behind the rocks, looking at the dozens of players from afar, snickering in his heart at the upcoming harvest.

In the hell and celestial planes, the locals like to refer to mortals from the physical world as "babas".

However, in the wandering malls of Hell, merchants prefer to refer to mortals who have just set foot in Hell as lambs. There are few words that describe these customers more accurately than that.

Khaled is all too familiar with the fact that when mortals from different material worlds step into the first level of hell for the first time, they will be bombarded with the extreme senses brought about by the ugly scenery of hell. The dim sky is an eternal twilight, with no sun, no stars and no moon, so that the traveler cannot feel the passage of time. The atmosphere was filled with the stench of burning tar. Gusts of scorching wind whipped up a huge sandstorm.

When experiencing such a sensory shock for the first time, even the bravest heroes become more vulnerable inside, both seduced and intimidated. Those who have stepped into hell are easily deceived by the words of businessmen, and are willing to pay large sums of money to buy goods and services that they don't actually need, and even sell their souls to save their friends and loved ones.

Even if his clients don't have a need, Khaled "creates" it—in an inhumane and despicable way.

"Judging from the brand-new equipment, it is estimated that there is a lot of money in the pocket, I'm afraid it is not a group of young masters and young ladies who have come to hell to adventure."

Khaled has many ways of pulling gold out of the hands of misers. His plan for how to extract gold, gems, and soul coins from these lambs was also simple.

First of all, this piece of staggered blue iron ore area is close to a huge "Huangquan beehive".

In the first step, Khaled used characteristic pollen to lure a large swarm of yellow spring bees out of the nest and attract them to this target group of customers.

The second step is to wait until enough chaos and battle damage have been caused. Khaled then took the posture of a savior to solve the siege for customers.

Third, many customers have been poisoned or injured, and he will take the opportunity to sell potions that can heal injuries, potions that can detoxify, and all kinds of enchanted equipment that may or may not be useful, claiming that buying his equipment is the only way to survive in hell.

The price is based on the limit that the customer can afford!

Fourth, if the client is shy of money, the kind merchant can also offer a contract to sell souls or organs cheaply. Temporary credit with soul ownership as collateral is also a viable means.

Anyway, there is always a way for customers to pay, and the kind Khaled never embarrasses customers who happen to be strapped for money.

"The old rule, first determine the status and strength of the target customer."

Khaled maintains his usual caution - in Hell, most of those who lack this caution have become soul coins in the devil's wallet.

He pulled out a beautiful sculpture of a raven made of obsidian. It is a magic item used for Scouting. He recited the mantra to activate the sculpture.

The next moment, a green light flashed in the eyes of the dark and well-carved raven, and the whole sculpture came alive and flew into the air.

The Raven sculpture flew in the direction of the player, flying straight into the sky above the crowd, carefully observing the crowd below.

At the moment when the sculpture activates, Khaled's own sight and hearing merge with the obsidian raven, using the magical item to probe the player's state.

"The number of mortal puppers who came to hell is about 30 people." Khaled briefly counted the number of players, and his greedy eyes seemed to be counting gold.

Today, there are 34 players in the mine.

Of course, there are not only so few players participating in the closed beta, but most of them are still on their way.

Many players do not immediately pick up the quest after birth, but choose to run around the map, shuttling between the bone field and the quicksand. Others swirl around the spawn point, trying to attack the earth and quicksand. There are also some players who are still in the stage of character creation, addicted to pinching people, and can't pinching their handsome and beautiful appearance for half an hour. It is estimated that the number of people in the mining area will be even higher in a while.

"Let me hear what these paddies are talking about." Khaled controls the obsidian ravens to fly.

By sharing the auditory senses of the obsidian ravens, Khaled heard the chirping of the group of players below.

The game system is able to translate the language and lingua franca of hell into something that the player can understand, and it will also automatically translate what the player says into the lingua franca of the multiverse. Only content directly related to Blue Star will be blocked from secrecy at the will of Seefer.

As a result, Khaled is able to understand the player's words.

In my ears, there was a noisy discussion and exclamation of players.

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