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It was a battlefield, and the black-armored Death Knights silently raised their spears and silently sent the blessing of the god of war, Tyr, to their leader in front of the camp.

General Seth looked back, and the members of the Holy Knights behind him were waiting for another victory for this world-famous and courageous paladin.

Burdened with the divine blessings of the priests, General Seth stepped forward, but a smile quietly appeared on the faces of the death knights opposite: sure enough, a long arrow was shooting head-on. General Seth hurriedly dodged, and with a "whoosh" sound, the arrow passed by his ear and plunged directly into the stone wall behind the general......

Stone Wall ???

Seth, who opened his eyes, woke up from the dream of the Grand General of the Holy Knights, staring in amazement at the tail of the arrow fluttering next to his little green head, and in the grass not far ahead, a human archer was putting another long arrow on the bowstring with a look of chagrin, while a burly warrior swung his great sword and rushed in Seth's direction.

"Archers, warriors, and mages and thieves hiding there?" Seth pondered as he looked over, and according to the city's archmage Aqiman, the average human adventurer usually consists of the above four classes.

It turned out that Seth's gaze was just a waste of expression, and a vague figure was rapidly approaching Seth along the stone wall, and the magic chant murmuring in the grass beside the archer also revealed the mage's location, accompanied by a huge fireball, and in the blink of an eye, Seth's face was in front of Seth.

The flames on the fireball baked the skin on Seth's face. At the moment, Seth's mind was in his head. They are faced with the difficult choice of whether to turn around and run away or ring the small gong next to them to call the police; None of them can be done in sufficient time. Esset's slow movements and the running speed of a rock, as the Dark Knight Salas put it, whether it's a mage's fireball, an archer's next arrow, or a sword's sword in the hands of a speeding warrior, are enough to kill Seth, the weak goblin, with a thief's backstab waiting for him?

Dead, despite his frustration, Seth's brain was working at more than twice the fastest speed since he was born and came up with the answer.

The cruel goddess of fate also occasionally shows her benevolent side.

With a muffled grunt, the thief who fell beneath the stone wall revealed his emaciated form, a hand covered in pitch-black armor grabbed Seth's collar and threw him backwards.

Fireballs exploded across the Dark Knight's shield, a chain of lightning encircled the archers and mages in the grass, and the warrior had a look of horror on his face and trembling feet. These are the ones who were thrown vigorously against the stone wall. The last image of a comatose Goblin before he lost consciousness.

After putting on the armor of roses and becoming the leader of the great Holy Knights, General Seth, the dream of repeating about three and a half times, the little real person, or little monster, Goblin Set, finally woke up.

It was a fairly spacious hall, the central hall of the dungeon to which Seth belonged, which doubled as a reception room, a dining hall, and a kitchen. It also has a warehouse, a dormitory, a library, and a training room...... The reason for the multi-function of one hall lies in this dungeon so far. The territory included is just this one hall.

Seth, who found himself lying on everyone's dinner table in the middle of the hall, hurriedly jumped to the ground. The sound of the floor apparently did not stop Archmage Aqiman, who was concentrating on reading a book with a heavy blue leather cover in the dim light on the side, and the skeleton horse belonging to the dark knight Salas, who was close to the doorway, only rolled over, stretched and was once again immersed in a date with Hekath, the god of sleep.

The depths of the hall were shrouded in darkness. It was unusually deserted, and the tinkling sound from time to time announced to the people the existence of the owner of this dungeon. Seth jumped off everyone's table. The dinging sound came to an end for a moment, and a tall figure walked towards Seth from the darkness. Every time I see the figure of the demon Amtils. It would make Seth shudder, and that feeling clearly came from the hoe that the demon Amtils was carrying on his shoulder.

Casually reciting a spell that Seth would never have mastered in his lifetime, a bright light appeared in the hand of the demon Amtils. In the bright light, Seth seemed to see a disheveled portrait of a human woman in the eyes of the archmage Akiman, but he didn't know whether it came from the mural in the hall or the heavy book in Archmage's hand. Aqiman, who noticed Seth staring at his eyes, quickly closed the book in his hand and turned his gaze to the demon Amtils, who was walking in the direction of him and the goblin.

In fact, whether it is a human, a demon, or even any humanoid or non-living being, the demon Amtils can definitely be considered an excellent specimen of a handsome man, and of course this means when he is wearing the black robe of the demon or any slightly neat and clean clothes. The demon with his shirtless body, a pair of tight, tattered half-cut pants and a dirt-stained hoe on his shoulder, could not have attracted any praise for his appearance in any way. However, Aqiman's attention was not focused on the demon's appearance, and the archmage's burning gaze seemed to pass through the demon's sturdy and muscular body, and penetrated into the money bag he carried around his waist behind his back.

"Boss, salary. The archmage's question was only four words, and those four words reminded Goblinsette that he should have a salary of his own. Although the negotiated price was only two copper coins per week, it had not been seen at all since Seth joined the dungeon for three weeks.

"Hey," the demon's laughter smacked of embarrassment. "Is this a question of wages...... Given the recent financial situation in our city......"

The archmage sighed softly, and the hand stretched out from the black robe retracted again. At this moment, I heard the door of the hall rumble, and a figure of a demon no less than a burly man walked into the hall.

Salas, the dark knight in full black armor, came before the crowd. The eyes hidden deep behind the mask reflected the light from the demon's hands as the smoothed out of his breastplate.

"Today's group of adventurers is poorer than yesterday's. Salas opened up.

Hearing this, the demon put down the hoe on his shoulder and spread his hands helplessly: "Then there is no way." I've sold everything I can sell......"

Before he could finish speaking, the archmage who was sitting at the dinner table suddenly appeared next to the demon. Aqiman reached out and removed something from the demon's left ear, throwing a few gold coins into his hand. "Bugalati's earrings, fourth-level magic items, a little old for eight gold coins, get your four gold coins back. The archmage muttered as he flashed to the door.

The earrings next to his ears were stunned by the demon who took them off, and the earrings with a market price of more than thirty gold coins became the motivation for the demon Amtils to hurriedly chase after the archmage who was stepping out the door. Unfortunately, the goblin, who was only as tall as the waist of a tall demon, managed to become a stumbling block at this moment......

Looking at the demon who tripped over Seth, slid nearly ten feet on the ground, and finally smashed a large bag on his head with the hoe he had just put down, the eyes of the Dark Knight Salas seemed to ooze a smile. Smiling and smiling, with the mask covering the expression on his face, Salas slowly stretched out his hand to the demon lying on the ground: "Salary ......"

"Woo...... As the light on the demon's hand went out, the four dots that reflected the dazzling light under the dim oil lamp shifted to the Death Knight's hand. The Dark Knight nodded in satisfaction, turned and walked out the door, and the hall of the dungeon was left with only the dungeon lord demon Amtils lying on the ground with his head in his hands, and the goblin who was being crushed under his feet.

After waking up from the coma, Seth, who still hadn't fully figured out the situation, carefully removed the demon's heavy thigh from his stomach, after all, it was not a comfortable errand to let such a thigh with a weight almost equal to his own rest on his body for a long time, not to mention that Seth had mustered up the courage of a lifetime, ready to make that completely legitimate and justified request to the dungeon lord in front of him, who had no dungeon lord at all, or a dungeon lord who had no face. I saw Seth trying to hold back the uneasiness in his heart, and slowly stretched out his weak little hand to the demon: "Boss, ...... worker"

According to the Dark Knight's account afterwards, there was no doubt that Amtils shouted as loudly as he could as a demon on the spot, and the effect of the sound of the sentence causing the walls in the hall to collapse was roughly equal to the results of the demon's own efforts in the last week.

No one could have imagined how drastically this sentence of the Dungeon Lord would make a huge difference to the lives of the dungeon and its inhabitants, and the only thing that was certain at the moment was that Goblin Set would immediately follow the instructions of the demon and carry it out perfectly, even for the first time in his life, he would complete the task given to him by the Dungeon Lord so perfectly, albeit with the assistance of the demon's feet.

There is only one word in this sentence.

"Get out!"

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