Isn't the saying "watch and help each other"? According to the goblins themselves, this is their duty as neighbors. And in order to do his "duty", every time someone came in pursuit of treasure or glory, Seth had to run on the mountain road for more than an hour at his own speed, and this time was no exception.

Looking at the sweaty goblins, the red dragon who had already learned about the visitor's hooves through the sound of horses' hooves on the ground was too embarrassed to say something like "I already knew". Although the actual significance is not too great, the red dragon is still somewhat touched by the goblin's kindness.

Caesar the Red Dragon stretched out his claws, let the goblin climb into his hand, and handed it to him.

"Mr. Caesar, another group of men are coming up the hill. After saying this, the goblin sat down on the red dragon's hand and gasped.

"Yes, I see, thank you for coming to inform, little one. There was no need to make a sound, and through guò telepathy, the red dragon expressed his gratitude to the goblins. "Then you can now hide behind my chest, which should be the safest place for you, and my flames will never affect my own collection. ”

The goblin, who heeded the advice of the red dragon, heard the shouts of killing in the dragon's lair behind the red dragon's treasure chest.

According to the usual practice, it never took much time for the Red Dragon to eliminate the attackers. A wave of heat poured past the goblins, and the shouts of the brave came to an end. Without any doubt, the comers were to go back to Neal Canyon to be with their pioneers.

Grabbing the bones on the ground, the red dragon lifted the goblin up again and put it on his back: "Sit tight." Bub. I took care of the residue first. And then drop you off at home. ”

"Home...... Mr. Caesar. If you insist on receiving your rent tomorrow, or this dungeon will already be my home for the last night. ”

The lights in the dungeon hall were as dim as ever, but the reflection on the dark knight Salas, who was wrapped in black armor, could be regarded as a perfect complement. Fortunately, the flames of the oil lamps and the light smoke in the air added a hint of life to the lifeless hall, otherwise the goblinsette who had returned to the dungeon gate would not have dared to enter the building, which had been converted into a mausoleum. But even if there is no Dark Knight inside, it exudes a gloomy aura. From the outside, this dungeon is not much different from the mausoleum, and the most fundamental reason for everyone's impression is the gate of the dungeon.

From the moment he rented the hill in the hands of the Red Dragon, the leader of the dungeon, the demon Amtils, began to design the appearance of the gate. However, starting with the black-painted iron doors, from the old oriental red-lacquered nail doors to the popular carved wooden doors, the Dark Knight and the Archmage were unanimously rejected, and after the final glass-colored double-arched plan also met the same fate, the demon finally gave up his pursuit of design talent and handed over the task of building the dungeon gate to the Dark Knight and the Archmage.

As a result, the Archmage and the Dark Knight discussed the idea of designing the gate for a full month, but of course did not recover their wages from the demons who had worked hard to dig in the then only a quarter of the current hall. Faced with the impending outbreak of the demon Amtils, they decided to stop the discussion about whether it would be more appropriate for the Dark Dwarves to have their stone carvings hand-mounted on the gates, and instead took the quickest way to install the gates for the dungeon.

Thereupon. As the goblin, exhausted, moved the dining table he had spent a month nailing from the forest to the dungeon gates, he saw the gates made of two stone walls. The door frame is carved in an exaggerated way with images of the war of the ancient gods. Apparently the work of a clumsy human stonemason, the door is covered with black flowers in the shape of a crescent moon that symbolizes death. This is what the Archmage and the Dark Knight removed overnight from the tomb near Thor, which is rumored to belong to an ancient emperor, and is now the gate of the dungeon. The next day, when the inhabitants of the city of Thor found out that the imperial tomb had been visited by tomb robbers again, they expressed great indignation, and in the words of the head of the local masonry union, these tomb robbers would rather choose such a tasteless gate than pay a little fee to make a new one in the masonry's union, and they deserved to be grave robbers.

However, the tomb robbers expressed the opposite opinion: the Dark Knight as a necromancer was quite satisfied with the gate, and the archmage who had been dealing with the necromancers for a long time also thought it was a good fit for his status as the premier necromancer on the continent, and the battered demon Amtils had long since lost faith in his tastes, so he took the attitude that it was better to have a door than not to have a door. As for the goblins...... Does anyone take his taste to heart?

Therefore, every time a goblin steps through the gate of the dungeon, he has the feeling of stepping towards death, especially when the demon Amtils and the archmage Aqiman are not there, and there is only the dark knight who is supposed to lie in the tomb and wait for the end of the world. This time was no exception, and even the goblins' simple minds could have predicted that the demons and archmages who had gone to Thor's city to sell the armor of the victims they had sacrificed yesterday in the mouth or claws of the red dragon Caesar would never return that day: the archmage had never escaped the temptation of the gambling game in the inn where he finally returned, and the demons had often lost their way in the library of Thor.

The library of Thor's city is known for its largest collection of popular novels in the whole continent, but it is also notoriously stingy when it comes to collecting books of ancient books or spells, and if the reason for this situation can be traced back to the lord of Thor's founding era who was extremely fond of popular fiction.

Due to the lack of spell books, there are few characters who have the opportunity to see through the demonic transfiguration techniques except for the fledgling apprentice mage, and the ordinary citizens who come to the library to read are usually confined to the halls full of popular novels and the outermost rooms. Therefore, the demon Amtils can swagger around the library to find his favorite technology and technology books, without worrying about reading the book and seeing the elation. The inadvertently revealing giant red wings behind him will cause panic among the inhabitants of the city.

And at this moment, the demon Amtils is in the form of an ordinary human. Sit down comfortably on the maple floor in the library. Holding a red-covered book and flipping through it, the narrative of the city's construction clearly fascinated the demon, and even the money bag full of gold coins beside him was almost forgotten.

The money bag contained the rent that would be paid tomorrow to the landlord of the dungeon, Caesar the Red Dragon.

The process of the demon and the archmage selling yesterday's harvest and the large pile of armor and weapons just now can basically be regarded as smooth, except for the small trouble caused by a few of the breastplates with obvious insignia of the knights from all over the world, and this little accident was also lightly wiped out by the demon's charm technique.

Until the moment when the demon grinned and took the money bag full of gold coins from the owner of the equipment shop, Yiqiē was going according to the plan of the demon and the mage before they left the house this morning. The next step in the plan was to immediately return to the dungeon in order to continue the excavation and construction of the dungeon, and the last place to pass was the playing cards in the hands of a group of unemployed vagrants who were noisy around the table. However, the archmage asked him to "take a good look at the city of Thor".

The demon did not raise any objections, and like the wine in the hand of a drunkard, the books in the library had long been a part of the demon's life, and it was also a good idea for the demon to take a day off once in a while and go to the library to have a good look at the book, without having to rush around in the middle of the night to pick up a book and go back.

"Sir, please take the book to the next room and read it. The young librarian looked at the man in front of him with curious eyes. And the person who held this book, which almost none of the residents of the city had ever flipped through a single page, would be so excited that he would lie on the ground and roll on the ground, of course, was our dungeon master, the demon Amtils.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" thought of the strange scream he uttered when he was excited, and even the librarian, who only visited the science and technology section of the library four times a year, was disturbed. The demon quickly apologized and moved the battle against the words in the book to the next reading room.

Unlike the book collection room, there are no floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the reading room. The only two windows were hidden by heavy dark green velvet curtains. The long desk was lit by the light of the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and the flame on the oil lamp seemed to flicker with the light of knowledge, set off by the quill on the table, the parchment, and the glasses that the careless gentleman had forgotten here.

"Sir, do you need tea?" The librarian's polite demeanor seemed to be influenced by the cultural atmosphere of the library, and the demon who had temporarily escaped from the charm of books replied equally politely, "No thanks." ”

He hadn't forgotten that there was a fee for the tea in the library in Thor, even though he still had half the amount of gold in his pocket that he had just taken from the owner of the equipment shop.

The other half of the gold coins were in the money bag next to Archmage Aqiman. Several rounds had passed in the game, and Akiman was happily counting the stacks of silver coins in front of him. His luck seemed to be good today, and he won several games in a row in less than half an hour after sitting down.

"Unlucky, someone else!" muttered to the big man in front of him, who looked like a battle-hardened warrior, and gave up his place, replaced by a woman dressed in green and blue, with pointed ears under the tips of the woman's hair and an elven longbow resting on the side, indicating that this was a descendant of the elves.

"Is it your turn next, pretty lady of the dark elves?" It is impossible for ordinary elves who would put down their noble stature to participate in such a tavern gamble, and of course Archmage Aqiman would not ignore this.

"Call me Lucy, necromancer. The twitch of her pointed ears showed her displeasure with the mage's name for her, "I'll win all the gold, silver, and copper coins in your pocket, as long as you don't cast those abominable spells at the 'holy' table." ”

"Well, my name is Aqiman. No dignified mage would use magic to cheat at the table, but that doesn't mean what you just said will actually come true, so deal the cards. "When he said this. The archmage had been staring at the dark elf's slender ten fingers.

In order to celebrate today's victory. The mage had poured a lot of wine syrup into his stomach. Although the energy of these alcohols was not enough to make the archmage's eyes foggy. But it was enough that the mage focused on the race of his opponent at the table and the method of dealing the cards, and he actually ignored the small iron card tied around the waist of the dark elf.

The iron plaque is engraved with a large cross, which is the emblem of the Guild of Thieves of the West Continent, representing hooligans, thieves, and assassins.

In the deep night sky, it seems a little abnormal. The stars of the twinkle did not know where they were hiding at the moment, the constellation of Tyr, the god of war, and the god of magic, as if a great war was brewing, and the moon formed by the scimitar of the legendary god of death in his hand pointed diagonally to the east, as if a terrifying trap had been laid for the arrival of the sun-wrapped chariot of the sun god Sumer tomorrow morning.

But in fact, the constellations stayed where they were supposed to be, and in the night sky of Vista Continent, the perennial half-curved moon was just pointing in that direction.

The one who is truly abnormal is the Dark Knight Salas. Having witnessed the misdeeds of a stupid demon and still being able to stay normal, I am afraid that only a god on the continent of West can do this.

"I'm back!"

At dusk, the giant red wings quietly swept through the sky, and the demon holding two thick books landed gently in the open space in front of the dungeon gate. This wide clearing should have included several villages of goblins and other lowly evil races, a moat and drawbridge, and a training ground for the knights of the dungeon in the demon's plan for the construction of the dungeon, but there was not enough pre-selection to complete any of these now, and this is just a place for the Dark Knights, Archmages, and Goblins to set up ambushes and wait for the brave to come and "crusade against monsters".

In the hall, the goblin hears the demon's voice and rushes out the door to meet his dungeon master, but the dark knight Salas seems a little disappointed: he doesn't hear the expected sound of the demon landing with a heavy purse on his body.

And the demon who rushed into the hall in high spirits confirmed the Dark Knight's hunch: the demon Amtils had nothing to do with him except for two thick books, which I don't know if they had stolen or borrowed from the library.

"Where have you been all day, and what about the rent you're going to pay tomorrow?" looked at the demon who was still immersed in the dream world depicted in the book. The Dark Knight decided to go straight in.

When the demon heard Salas's question, a puzzled expression appeared on his face, "Rent?"

The Dark Knight's hand slowly gripped the hilt of his sword. Even the goblins who followed the rushing demon in immediately felt the momentum of Salas and slipped to the ground, which was a natural act for the demon Amtils to return to this world from his dream.

"Isn't it just rent," the demon reached out to the Dark Knight with a sneer on his face, and the demon reached for his waist, "Isn't it in ......"

The demon's voice stopped abruptly, and his side was empty. The bag containing half of the gold coins obtained from the sale of weapons and equipment from Neil Canyon was lost in the library, reading room, or on the way back!

The Dungeon Lord hurried out of the gates of his dungeon, before the scabbard of his all-black armor man mercilessly struck a large bag on his head. And this subordinate of the following criminals stared viciously at the dark door in the hall with the momentum of killing a Buddha, as if this could indeed force the demon to bring back the lost gold coins intact.

"Salas ......" The goblin, who was intimidated by the Dark Knight's momentum, struggled to get up from the ground until this time, and wanted to ask the Dark Knight about the demon's whereabouts. The Dark Knight Salas' answer was to lift the goblin onto the back of the ready-to-go skeleton Mataxis beside him.

"Keep your eyes peeled on the road from here to Thor, and see if some bastard's lost purse is lying on the side of the road,"

The Dark Knight, who was secretly mentally calculating the skeleton horse's footsteps, continued. "Then go to the hotel in the city, and if Achman hasn't lost all of our rent, let him get back at once. ”

Seth on the back of the skeleton seemed to have understood the instructions of the Dark Knight Salas, and the skeleton Mataxis disappeared into the confused darkness with the goblin.

The Dark Knight, lying on the grass beside the gate, was still furious. Although he had never expected much from a demon who had no self-control, he could not find any reason to forgive him if he could forget even the rent that was at stake in the survival of the dungeon. The Dark Knight tossed his sword aside as he thought about how to fix the bastard's dungeon lord in his hand, calculating that at the speed of the skeleton Mataxis, he should be able to reach the outside of Thor by noon tomorrow.

"Unless that gambling mage can suddenly find out with his conscience and come back with the rent, ......"

The Dark Knight didn't make any mistakes in his calculations regarding Taxis' speed. Before noon, the skeleton Mataxis threw the goblin off his horse outside Thor, and turned back and sped away in the direction of the dungeon. Although the sun will not do any substantial damage to Taxis in the skeleton body, it is impossible to find a horse on the continent of West that is happy with running under such a scorching sun, whether skeleton or not.

The goblin, who was thrown to the ground, forgave the skeleton horse's expression, and secretly congratulated himself that he was still alive and did not seem to be injured. From midnight last night until this morning, the skeleton horse galloped along the mountain road, causing the goblins to mistakenly believe that dying on the horse's back was the fate of their lives. The tireless skeleton horse, which is several times faster than the goblin, perfectly carries out the task entrusted to him by his master, and even surpasses the demon who flies silently in the air trying to find the fallen money bag when approaching Thor, and neither the skeleton horse nor the goblin on horseback is aware of this. (To be continued......)