Chapter 1026: Alarm in the city!

"It's so damned good. Aren't there still a few who are alone?" Early in the morning, the old drunkard's iron fist came over.

"Aren't there just some shrimp soldiers left?" I yawned and avoided the punch, and I shrugged irresponsibly.

"If it's not finished, it's not finished. If you write like this, if that old fox knows the truth, then he won't even think about going back to celebrate the birthday of the Good God."

The old drunkard yelled, and I asked her why she cared so much. She suddenly became serious. It turned out that she was worried about whether she could have a good time on God's birthday soon. Hum, don't worry, whether Akara knows the truth or not.

, you will not have a leisurely life after you go back.

Secretly scorning the old drunkard, I put on a false smile.

"I see, I never knew Elder Kasha was such a serious and responsible person."

"What are you talking about? I've always been like this, haven't I?"

The old drunkard crossed his chest and nodded, just short of blowing out a breath of awe-inspiring air from his wide-open nostrils, and said this coaxingly.

"If this is the case, then the task of cleaning up the remaining minions on the suburban prairie will be left to you, the responsible Lord Kasha."

I clasped my hands together, laughed, and spoke of the disgusting Mr. Kasha. Not only did I get goosebumps, but the old drunkard across from me couldn't stand it either.

"I've known for a long time that you brat like you would say this." He approached with squinted eyes with an arrogant look that he had expected.

"Old rules, at what cost?"

"It's easy to talk about."

I also squinted my eyes. The old drunkard's reaction was not unexpected, because it was a win-win situation.

Although the cleaning mission in the suburban prairie is a bit boring, the advantage is that it is relaxed and free. Let the old drunkard be responsible for this. I am happy to use the waste, and for the old drunkard, she is also worried about what to find.

There is a legitimate reason to stay here for a while, blackmail those adventurers who want to repay their favor, and squeeze out the last drop of oil and water.

Therefore, both parties have no reason to reject this proposal, but the old drunkard is really thick-skinned. It is obviously beneficial to her now. She has not forgotten to pluck the goose, and she also wanted to blackmail me.

So a fierce bargaining war began under Jeluka's dull eyes. As Rogge's second and third stingiest, he would naturally not let go of even a small profit, and he had worked together in the alliance for eight or nine years.

, they all knew clearly what kind of virtue the other party had, and with this knowledge in mind, the discussion became particularly intense.

From early in the morning until noon, the two of us finally compromised on the price of three jars of wine. The old drunkard left the hotel with a look of happiness and regret. Unfortunately, he did not get more from me, the third stingy person.

What a benefit. The happy thing is that no matter how much it is, even a gold coin, as long as she can get it from me, she will win.

This is also the reason why she ranks second and I rank third. I don’t practice enough. Looking at the shameless face of the old drunkard now, he is already on par with old man Farah and Mu Aodonggua. It feels like the distance between the third place and the first and second places has been stretched.

Yes, of course, this is not a ranking worth showing off.

"I lost."

Like a gossip reporter who had finished an interview, Jeluka clamped the quill on the small yellow book, closed it gently, and said.

"Your Highness just doesn't want to waste your precious time on just one or two jars of wine."

I cast a look of superiority. Yes, I looked at this discussion from a different, higher level and perspective. People who don’t know that time is precious will one day be abandoned by time.

"Isn't this a whole morning wasted?" Jeluka hit the nail on the head.

"It turns out that one morning of His Royal Highness is only worth one or two jars of wine."

this……

My brain is calculating at high speed. If it is the good wine of the elves, one or two jars are worth tens of thousands of gold coins. Is it worth exchanging this money in one morning? Is it worth it?

Logically speaking, this should be a frighteningly high salary. Even an adventurer would not be able to refuse it. It is very confusing.

"That's good." Jeluka clapped her hands.

"How about hiring His Highness the Prince for a morning with two jars of Jeluka's secretly made fine wine?"

"reject!!"

I answered without hesitation. If someone else said this, I might think about it for a moment. After all, the pay is really high, but if the employer is this dirty maid, even if it is twenty altars or two hundred altars, I will not

I agree, this guy can sell off all my integrity in just one morning.

"Just asking, what is the fine wine Jeluka secretly made?"

In addition, staying vigilant about anything you take out from this unscrupulous pornographic maid is the only way to survive safely. In a sense, being with this guy is more difficult than ordinary people.

The primeval forest exploration challenge is even more dangerous.

"Don't look at me like this, but I actually know how to make wine."

Jeluka patted her plump chest expressionlessly and said this.

Be vigilant. When she talks about some suspicious topics with a deadpan expression, you must be ten times as vigilant as usual to deal with it, because 99% of the time, this deadpan look is to cover up something that cannot be revealed to the victim.

The expression in front of you.

In addition to the sentence "Don't look at me like this", it turns out that this guy is somewhat self-aware and knows what kind of virtue he usually is, so I won't complain too much.

"Don't try to fool me. Answer my question directly. What is the so-called fine wine made by Jeluka's secret recipe?"

My current expression is probably like that of a ferocious tiger glaring warily at twelve eager jackals.

"Your Highness, you really have no taste for it at all."

Feeling this silent seriousness, Jeluka sighed, let go of her expressionless expression, pursed her lips, and raised them slightly, gradually revealing a charming and charming temperament.

Gently waving her white jade fingers in front of my eyes, the deliberately seductive voice came out word by word from her delicate lips: "The so-called Jeluka's secret fine wine is made with a girl."

~The same~ taste~!”

"Ha~~ah haha~~~ So it's like this. It's too precious. I deserve it, so I'd better forget it."

At first glance, the wine tastes like a girl. It is so beautiful that you can feel the pure floral fragrance and feelings of a girl in the wine. It is easy to be fascinated by it.

However, when this sentence comes out of Jeluka's mouth, the meaning is very different. What she means in this sentence is most likely "it really has the taste of a girl". As for where this girlish taste comes from

Come on, xx juice or something...you know.

It’s not that my thoughts are evil, it’s that my thoughts must keep up with Jeluka’s immoral pace, otherwise it will be easy to be teased by her dirty jokes.

"Next, let's discuss what to do with the remaining areas."

In Jeluka's dissatisfied look, I coughed a few times and wisely changed the subject. Even if it was playing Northeast Duo, I didn't want to accompany the guy to show off my integrity. I don't know what's going on recently, but I always feel it.

Could it be that she was infected with the pressure from a moral crisis?

Among the five major areas, the area of ​​​​the Demon Fortress area is probably the smallest. This is because it only includes the suburban prairie, the Plains of Despair, the City of Divine Punishment, the River of Fire and the Chaos Sanctuary. Among them, the Chaos Sanctuary

It's just a huge palace. It can't be said to be small, but compared with other grasslands, it pales in comparison.

I'm afraid that the area to be searched here is less than one-twentieth of Kurast, but the task is not necessarily easy. Although Kurast is large, there are three thousand Spartans... ahem, three

Elf warriors selected from a thousand are in charge. Each team has a pseudo-domain-level captain. The squadron leader and Amrudina, who is the captain, are not even comparable to the alliance adventurers in the second world. In this way

The efficiency of a well-disciplined and powerful team could not be matched even if all the adventurers in the Demon Fortress were added together.

More importantly, they should have a lot of pirated trackers on hand, which is the skull biscuit in Jeluka's hand, as well as alliance adventurers fighting for jobs, and the most important thing is - Ku

Rust's mission, whether difficult or not, is none of my business.

In comparison, although the Demon Fortress is smaller, we are unable to organize a strong and disciplined team. Secondly, we do not have extra pirated trackers on hand. Although the recovery of crystal fragments will be completed sooner or later,

But the problem is that I can't wait now.

My god’s birthday, my precious wife, sister, and daughters...

After coming back to my senses, I focused my stern eyes on the following areas.

The first is the suburban prairie, which has been left to the old drunkard. However, this area is only the simplest. In the other areas, there are no stupid monsters like the suburban prairie. They will organize themselves and take the initiative to come to our door to destroy us.

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Separated from the suburban prairie by a large rift valley is the Despair Prairie. I am relatively familiar with this area. Not only did I take a small trip with Jeluka a few days ago, and I have a rough grasp of the density of crystal fragment explosions there, but also

When I was in the first world, I had explored and passed by several times, and I knew that there was a powerful demon king-level flesh and blood resuscitator deep in the Despair Prairie. As long as that area was swept away, it would be equivalent to destroying the monster's lair, and the remaining

Some scattered pieces can be handed over to other adventurers in the form of tasks.

Then, the thing that bothers me the most is the City of Divine Punishment.

That damn lightning, every time I think of my experience in the first world, my scalp goes numb. At that time, when I followed the old man Tualatin to visit the dwarves, I was just passing through there, and I was struck by lightning and turned into black coal.

, but it was okay at that time. Feini, who had a tragedy above me, withstood a lot of pressure, but now...

I heard that in the second world, the lightning there is even more powerful...

I held my head and whimpered.

"Why, you don't have lightning protection equipment?"

Even if you have never been to the City of Divine Punishment, you can get detailed information from many books. Jeluka is obviously this kind of person. She probably saw me staring at the Divine Punishment written in water on the table without moving.

The word "city" can't help but ask.

"Yes, yes..."

I looked up at her and replied angrily.

"Ask a question, would you like to dig out a cesspool with gloves on?"
To be continued...