Floret Goodall's anxious aristocratic Fintier Borret, who had been thrown into the toilet by order of Philett Goodall, clutched his head tightly with his hands tightly and squatted tremblingly in the stinking toilet, his face pale and gloomy.

The toilets of the Port Trading Company of the West Gate City were not originally so dirty.

In Faerun, the flush toilet was invented by a man named Desbank, a nomadic craftsman who is said to have suffered from urinary urgency and constipation, so he needed to go to the toilet frequently, and after getting fed up with the torture of traditional latrines, he learned from the pain and invented such a tool to change the lives of the people of Faeren.

This civilized and advanced toilet tool is quite popular in the Heartland area, and the open pit was eliminated centuries ago.

Although toilet chips and toilet ropes are still popular in some places, on the Dragon Coast, it is a large soft leaf that is used to solve the embarrassment of convenience, so the toilet culture of Ximen City is relatively advanced in Feiren. With such an advanced toilet culture, and most of the people who used to enter and leave the building were more sophisticated merchants or aristocrats, the toilets in the toilets were often clean and clean.

However, after the turn of this group of mercenaries to station, some vices made the toilet gradually become dirty, most of these mercenaries from south to north are rough people with a low level of education, do not flush the toilet or splash filthy liquid on the edge of the toilet and the carpet next to it, all kinds of vices make the pile of toilets float on the pile of small insects, so that many mercenaries are convenient on the tiles outside, and the toilet is even more dirty.

In the past, Fantil Borrett would have preferred to confine his excrement in his crotch than to step into such a filthy toilet, but now it seems to be his only safe haven.

It had been a long time since the explosions and shouts outside, but fear still gripped his heart like the claws of a demon, and the pressure made him feel like his heart could explode at any moment.

He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming......

He closed the door to the toilet and kept muttering with his eyes closed, praying that the horrible creature would leave sooner rather than later, or that it would be night. So that he can find a chance to escape smoothly.

Never once in his short life had he been so desperate as he was now, and even when he was driven out of Simon City with his family, he only felt pain and hatred. There may be a little bit of fear, but it's far from despair.

Otherwise, he would not have accepted Goodall's offer to enter Simon City while the horror wizard was away.

Now that the wizard was not dead, it was time for them to pay the price, and he knew that little Dilarry, Philit Goodall, and little Vamos had already paid the price. The shadow still hung over his head—he could follow in their footsteps at any moment.

His heart was filled with remorse, and he regretted that he had followed Goodall's advice, and had been tempted by power to return to Simon City, and it was only when he really faced Pin Diesel that he realized what fear and despair were, and that Philit Goodall's seemingly elaborate plan had become a joke under the terrifying power of that wizard.

God, no matter which god it is. Listen to my prayers...... If, if I can get away with my life, I'll never come back here and face this horrible creature again......

He rolled his eyes, even though he was in a stinking toilet. But it was as if before the incense of the temple, he kept praying to all the gods he could think of, and this undignified prayer certainly did not bring him good luck, and soon a loud noise made him open his eyes in shock, and several vague figures walked in.

"No, don't kill me! Please! I don't dare to come to Simon to fight you again!" He couldn't see who the person in front of him was, but subconsciously knelt down and begged for mercy: "Please, don't turn me into a frog! Please, show mercy! This is all Goodall's ...... bewitching me"...,

With tears streaming down his eyes, he tugged at the trousers of a man who was close at hand, his expression becoming more and more distorted.

"It's useless to beg us, Mr. Borret. The sailors were equally pale. Their feet were vague and looked similarly abnormal, and they dragged Borret, who was limp and paralyzed into a puddle of mud, out of the toilet with trembling fingers: "We also have to work to save our lives, be kind, don't embarrass us......"

The corners of Borrett's mouth quivered epileptically as several sailors dragged him in front of Penny. He lost the ability to speak, his lips closed one after the other like a fish on shore, and a pair of desperate eyes stared at the sky vaguely and blankly.

The wizard shook his head, he didn't expect that he actually had such a deterrent power, this nobleman had already been scared into a fool before he saw him.

After being watched by Penny for a moment, Borrett suddenly woke up, he rushed over and hugged Penny's calf, and pleaded incoherently while crying, and the wizard waited for him to cry until his strength was exhausted, and he sat on the ground weakly to gasp for breath, and then shook his head: "Don't worry, Mr. Borret, I won't do anything to you, I just want you to do something for me......"

Borrett rolled his eyes, feeling that the begging for mercy had an effect, he cried bitterly for a while, and almost fainted, but the wizard's last words made him dare not faint, now he just wants to leave Ximen as soon as possible, the sooner the better, no matter what the big demon king in front of him wants him to do, even if it is to be a cow or a horse, he will do it.

"I just hope you'll leave Simon with these things. Penny gestured to some of the sailors, who were pale and carried some thatched baskets from the side, and when he heard the sound coming from these thatched baskets, a wave of horror made Borrett limp again, and he covered his mouth with his hand in surprise at the sight of the small animals huddled together in the basket.

Frogs, hundreds of frogs, packed in ten coarsely woven thatched baskets.

Borrett screamed silently, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

"As for it?" Penny shook his head, turned to the pale sailors, and pointed to Borret, who was urinating on the ground, "You take him and these toads on the ship, and leave Ximen City now, no matter where you go, anyway, if there is nothing to do in the future, it is better not to come again, I believe you will not want to come near here again, right?"

The sailors nodded their heads hurriedly, and pestled beside the thatched baskets like stakes, until Penny glanced at them impatiently, and then they woke up from a dream, and busily dragged the field chicken and Borrett up to the boat, and then left the west gate too slowly.

Watching the ship drift away, the wizard exhaled softly, and several local nobles also settled their frightened family members at this time, and then came to thank him, and he returned the salute with a smile: "It's been a long time, everyone, you have all worked hard in my absence." ”

"Ah, anyway, as long as you don't disappear inexplicably, Mr. Diesel. Old Salawar smiled and replied, "You are the soul of the entire West Gate City, don't you ...... Don't be in a hurry to deny it, you have to see how chaotic the city of Simon has become while you are away. ”

The slightly reproachful words made Penny feel embarrassed, but he didn't know if this old nobleman would be shocked when he found out what happened to him during his absence in Ximen City.

By any measure, it's an experience worth writing into an adventure saga.

However, the upper and lower realms are still a little far away from Feren, and Penny is not in the mood to say more-there are too many secrets involved: "Anyway, I'm back now, and I don't think I will leave again in the future, but ...... next"...,

He frowned, remembering the importance of Simon in the plan - Searle was surrounded by incredible evil and darkness, and fighting against it needed a base, and for Penny, there was little choice in this matter, and he had to stay with Simon for a long time: "I want to say, our troubles are not over......"

"Oh, dear Lord Diesel, what are you going to do again?" Old Salaval's eyebrows twitched, "The city of Simon is already in decay. ”

"It has to do with Faeron's survival, of course, it's more about me, everyone......" Penny sighed: "Although I don't want to disturb you, let alone overly implicate the livelihood of the people of Simon, in the coming days, there may be a lot of major events happening in Simon City." ”

Several big nobles looked at each other for a while, and finally old Salavar sighed: "Mr. Diesel, although you don't admit it, and we haven't mentioned it, but you are indeed the current master of Ximen City, if it is your request, I think we should support you, not to mention, it is a major matter related to the life and death of Faerun." ”

Anthony Eldo and Little Illista also nodded in agreement, this question is actually easy to figure out, in any case, after today's events, it is impossible for Pan Diesel to shake the rule of Ximen City - the astonishing and terrifying means are enough to deter all those who have thoughts about the authority of Ximen City, including them, and these nobles have long been injured in the repeated tosses, and they really can't withstand any toss anymore, it is better to go with peace of mind with this lord, at most they will run away when the situation is not good.

Penny was also satisfied with the attitude of the nobles, although it was okay to ignore their ideas and directly launch his own plan, but it would be better to be able to get consensus and some support.

After some discussion, he sent off the nobles, and behind the group of nobles, a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.

The blonde woman in missionary robes noticed Penny's gaze, turned her head to look at the drifting ship with blue eyes, shook her head and sighed, "Mr. Sean, your behavior has gone too far, this is amazing cruelty!"

"With the exception of those nobles, most of the remaining mercenaries' transformation spells will be automatically lifted within a maximum of five days. The wizard replied, "Lady Grofia, I am not a murderer, I just want to teach them a lesson." ”

Serra Grofia's tightly knit eyebrows stretched slightly, and her expression gradually became solemn and soft: "Mr. Sean, Your Excellency has sent me to deliver a message to you, and the Church will fully cooperate with your actions in the future, please be sure to take action to crush Sazastan's crazy plot." ”

"Well, then I have to say thank you. Penny smiled and fell into Serra's eyes, causing her to lose her mind.

She had been watching him since just now.

He's finally back. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. )