The flames of the fireball baked the skin on Seth's face, and at this moment, Seth's mind was faced with the difficult choice of whether to turn and run first, or ring the small gong next to him to give the alarm, and it was clear that there would not be enough time to complete either choice. 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 last images of a comatose Goblinsette who was thrown against a stone wall 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's a fairly spacious hall, the central hall of the dungeon to which Seth belongs, and the reception room. canteen. Doubles as a kitchen. It also has a warehouse, a dormitory, a library, and a training room...... The reason why one hall is multi-functional is that the territory that this dungeon has included so far 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, and it was unusually deserted. From time to time, the tinkling sound announces the existence of the owner of this dungeon. Seth jumped down from everyone's dinner table, and the dinging sound came to an end for the time being, and a tall figure walked towards Seth from the darkness. Every time he saw the figure of the demon Amtils, he would make Seth shudder, and this feeling obviously 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 humans, demons, or even any humanoid or non-living creatures. Demon Amtils can definitely be considered a fine specimen of a handsome man, and of course that means when he wears the black robes of the demon or any slightly neat and clean clothes. Topless. The demon with a pair of tight, tattered half-cut trousers 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, who had received his salary, nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk out the door. In the halls of this dungeon, only the dungeon lord demon Amtils was lying on the ground with his head in his arms. and the Goblin Sets who were being crushed under his feet.

After waking up from a coma. Seth, who had not fully figured out the situation until now, carefully removed the demon's heavy thighs 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 at all. 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 that the words of the dungeon lord would affect this dungeon. And what a drastic change the lives of its inhabitants will bring, the only thing that is certain at this moment is that Goblin will immediately follow the instructions of the demon's words and carry it out perfectly and immediately, even for the first time in his life, he has completed 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!"

The demon, whose full name is Amtils Tanari, the master of the dungeon (though he has only one room in the dungeon and four people, including himself), paced in an extremely sluggish manner towards the depths of the hall, where he planned to place his throne in the future. However, at the end of the hall there was only an open space, not to mention the throne studded with gold and precious stones that often appeared in demonic dreams, not even the most basic chair, and the only stool in the hall was sitting quietly at the dining table.

"There were originally three stools in the hall. The dungeon lord began painful memories.

Among the four members of this dungeon. Goblinsets were told that there was no need to prepare a stool for seating, while the Dark Knight Salas and the Archmage Archmage Archmage each occupied a stool in the name of employee welfare. The Archmage claims to have applied a powerful protective spell on his stool. Anyone but himself would be killed by the massive orb of magic, and the Dark Knight collapsed the stool he occupied in an instant, and his heavy shield was placed on the stool that originally belonged to the demon for about half a second, perfectly functioning as a plane crusher.

As a result, in the hall of the dungeon, only one stool left by the archmage Aqiman that no one dared to touch, and the remains of two piles of stools.

Reluctantly, the demon Amtils walked to the black tent in the corner of the hall. In addition to the demon's bed, there was a small chest in the tent, which Amtils had brought to the surface from his hometown: the Abyssal Demon Realm. Having experienced the wage crisis just now, Amtils felt compelled to take stock of the few pieces of jewelry and magic he had left, and carefully consider whether he should cash them out before the archmage looted them for an unbelievably low price.

A pentagram carved into the lid of the box was spreading a milky white glow in the darkness, and the arrows extending from each of the sharp corners of this pentagram formed the family crest of the demonic Tanari family in the Abyssal Demon Domain.

That's right, the down-and-out dungeon lord in front of him is a member of the Tanari family, but the demon Amtils Tanari is just the object of mockery in front of the demons of the family and other families.

The reason for this is simple: his mother, another succubus from the famous Tanari family, could not tell who his father was, and Amtils was born with elven-like pointed ears and a stature that was taller than all his fellow people, and according to the elders of the clan, his height was probably derived from human blood from unknown sources.

Either of these two reasons is enough to put a young demon in the mire of rumors or even direct physical attacks. Even more deadly, while Amtils inherited his mother's beautiful face, huge wings, and gifted skills such as shapeshifting and telepathy, he lost almost all the "virtues" that demons recognized, including qualities such as violence, greed, fickleness, and endless depravity.

Look at the family crest on the box in front of you. A few tears welled up in the dungeon lord's eyes. And this. It also belongs to one of the behaviors that are scorned by other demons.

"It's just that the dust fell into my eyes. After giving himself such an explanation, the demon Amtils opened the chest.

The chest was almost completely empty, except for three sparkling green jadeites and a few scattered pieces of magic jewelry, as well as a small crystal ball, the only relic that the demon's mother had left to her son.

The demon's tears began to get out of control. He still vividly remembers that day half a year ago......

Next to a lava pool in the Abyssal Demon Domain, a group of demons are arguing fiercely. The cause of the incident has been gradually forgotten, and it is roughly the same as usual. A few demons who had nothing to do found Amtils, who was carefully reading an introduction to the dragon language in his hand, and laughed at him.

Usually this would end in a futile verbal argument, for the demon Amtils inherited from his mother in a way that was no less eloquent than any other demon, and he was a head and a half taller than the other demons, something that any demon would fear.

It's just that this time there was a little accident.

Surprisingly, the day before, Amtils' mother had spent a whole day instilling him in the "virtues of the devil," and the demon was ready to put the violent part into practice.

And so the brawl began.

Having never participated in the usual fist flow in the Abyss Demon Domain, Amtils, who lacked actual combat experience, was quickly knocked to the ground and stepped on several times. Pained Amtils fought back without hesitation, and inadvertently cast the dragon's summoning spell he had just learned from a book.

Thereupon. A terrifying demon dragon appeared in the air, and its fiery breath instantly ignited everything around it. All but two of the demons that had surrounded Amtils jumped into the lava pool in panic because their wings caught fire. The rest were reduced to ashes almost at the same time.

It was at this moment that Amtils's mother appeared at her son's side and took him back to her home in a nearby village through a magic portal in Guò. Before she had time to heal her bruised son, Amtils' mother turned and walked out of the house, the cries of the dragon coming from outside the door were already close to her brow. Amtils, who had been depleted of his mental power by the summoning technique, fell into a deep sleep.

The demon who opened his eyes found several elders of the clan standing in front of him. The elders recounted in a heavy tone the news of his mother's death in battle against the dragons, followed by a furious Accusations that he had used his summoning spell to summon even the most terrifying creatures in the Abyss Demon Realm, leading to the huge loss of people and property in the village, and finally an emotionless announcement that almost all of the property left to him by his mother would be used as compensation for the incident, and that he would be expelled from the village in order to avoid retribution from the families of the victims of the incident.

Wiping tears from his face, the demon looked up, and a voice echoed in his head: "Bastard, rent! Bastard, rent!"

The demon who subconsciously closed the box and hid it in his arms finally realized that the voice was nothing more than the telepathic debt collection voice of the old red dragon on the mountain, the landlord of the dungeon, Tong Guò, and the red dragon in the crater at the top of the mountain could not see the contents of the box in his arms.

The demon breathed a sigh of relief and began to telepathically plead with his landlord for a postponement of the deadline for paying the rent. There was no doubt that this was no valid reply, and the dejected expression on the dungeon lord's face clearly illustrated the outcome of the plea: the red dragon's reply was to hand over a hundred gold coins to its lair within seven days, or drive people out.

Silently placing the chest back into the distance, the demon shifted the telepathic object to the goblin he had just kicked out of the door. Soon the Goblinsette appeared in front of the demon with a frightened expression on his face and a large bruise on his face, which must have been caused by the Dark Knight's skeleton horse, who had just been awakened by the demon's roar and rushed out of the door.

"Go to the magic shop in the city and get the mage back for me, and call out to the Dark Knight who should be sleeping in the coffin in the cemetery, we need to call an emergency meeting. ”

Poor Seth's trembling feet showed no sign of moving right away, which made the demon annoyed again, could it be that the roar and the kick just now hadn't been able to dispel the goblin's desire to claim his salary?

"Boss, it takes three days to get to the city," the goblin, who saw the demon's brows raised, quickly argued, "Is that travel expense a ......?"

There was another roar, and this time the goblin hurried out the door before the Dungeon Lord's kick hit him, and the voice of the demon's additional mission came from behind him: "By the way, buy some lamp oil and come back!"

In the dark halls, the demons begin to think about how to survive the rent crisis, and the goblins on the mountain trails are thinking about how to bring back lamp oil to his dungeon master, without a single one on him. (To be continued......)