Chapter 10 Mercenaries and blacksmiths
deserve to be damned, let me do the dirty work?
Blake was secretly angry.
He decided to threaten Phillip severely when he got back today, and get back all the bad temper he had received today on the young man.
However, when the two came to the territory of flesh and blood slimes, they found that there was only a big pile of lifeless rotten flesh left here.
Blake was a little surprised: "Is this the body of a slime? Someone took action before us?" "
This monster is not easy to deal with..." Scar's expression at this time was rare and serious, without any frivolous laughter.
Suddenly his eyes moved, he knelt down and picked up the remains of a poisonous demon bee from the ground.
"Strange, why are there poisonous demon bees here?"
As far as he knew, the nearest poisonous demon bee nest should be far away, and the group of poisonous insects should not leave their territory.
"Big Beard, what do you think?" Scar suddenly turned his head and asked Blacksmith Black.
Black said: "Obviously, the poisonous demon bee bit the slime to death."
Scar sneered: "Idiot, the monster will not leave its territory, let alone dig up the magic stone."
Black added: "That's what the people from the Great Sword Mercenary Group did. The Undead Mountains are so dangerous, and the residents in the town are all cowards. Apart from our Eagle Group, they are the only ones who have the courage to go deep here." He looked a little proud, feeling that he had
discovered He received important information: "It seems that they have already entered the mountain first. We must go back and report quickly. We can't let them take away all the prey." Scar sneered mercilessly and said: "You are still an
idiot, with a big sword." Do people still need to use poisonous demon bees to deal with a slime?"
The blacksmith closed his mouth tightly and stopped talking.
"Big Beard, you rookie, please remember that a mature mercenary will patiently look for all the details."
Scar crushed the magic bee in his hand, clapped his hands and stood up, walking to several shoe prints,
"Have you seen these shoe prints? These are not left by humans. It is impossible for a living person to weigh like this." "Qing, this is a skeleton monster with only a skeleton left in its body, or the footprints of a skeleton soldier."
Scar's face was calm, showing his rich experience in the industry.
He sneered and pulled out the scimitar from his waist, walked to the slime's body, "Let me see how this big guy was killed." After saying that,
he looked at the blacksmith's astonished eyes without any hesitation. He swung his knife and struck down without hesitation.
The ornately decorated sharp sword was immediately stained with filth, and the dead monster was cut into pieces one after another by the mercenaries with terrifying eyes.
The smelly and disgusting juice splashed onto Scar's body and even his face, and he stretched out his tongue to lick it off without any care.
Soon, the slime's body was cut into pieces, and the stomach bag inside was also peeled away.
Scar peeled open the black sticky substance and found undigested maidenhair vines and intestines, as well as the remains of poisonous bees inside.
He put his nose up and smelled it, and immediately showed a sudden expression, "This is the intestines of a rotting corpse, and it is full of the smell of corpse poison." At this time, the
blacksmith standing not far away was already retching. .
Scar threw away the things in his hands and came to the final conclusion: "It's a very strong taste and a very clever way. Mix the poisonous bees in the intestines of the corpse and let the slime eat it, and you can easily poison the corpse." Big brain."
The blacksmith spit out the acidic water in his mouth and said with a painful expression: "Then who did this disgusting thing?" "No, no, no
!"
Scar stretched out an index finger and shook it. , "Not anyone, but a cunning monster, a weak but intelligent skeleton monster."
The blacksmith looked in disbelief, "You think a skeleton monster can be intelligent? Impossible, the intelligence of those skeletons is not even as good as a bug!" As we all know, skeleton monsters are pitiful, weak, helpless, and have no Monster of the brain.
In the eyes of the blacksmith, asking the skeleton monster to do such a complicated thing is like asking a pig to paint with a pen in its mouth, and the paintings are sold for more money than people.
Scar said: "Of course, most skeleton monsters have no intelligence, but there is a very small chance that it will retain the memory and thinking ability of its lifetime. This is common sense among mercenaries, you ignorant blacksmith. !"
He clenched his fist and punched the blacksmith's shoulder hard, "This rare monster is very precious. As long as we catch it alive and sell it to nobles with perverted hobbies, or perverted mages who like to study monsters, we can take care of it. Make a fortune!"
"Really?" Blake showed a surprised expression. He had always dreamed of getting rich.
"So, you and I have to keep this thing we discovered today a secret, do you understand?"
Scar snapped his fingers, with a smile on his lips, "In order to prevent others from suspecting, we need to cover each other and keep this precious Find the prey first and catch it alive!"
The blacksmith smiled and nodded, and asked expectantly: "How much money can you give me after you catch it?"
"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly." Knife Scar smiled and patted the blacksmith's thick shoulder, the scars on his face even more ferocious.
...
After returning to the town, Blacksmith Black couldn't hide his joy.
Humming a little tune, he came to the door of young Philip's house and started banging on the door.
"Philip! I'm here to collect debt! You still owe me 995 copper coins. Have you saved enough money?" The thin boy who was hiding in
the room studying the necromancer's notes shivered with fright and hurriedly stuffed the notes under the mattress. .
After confirming that he had hidden the notes, he looked confused for a moment before walking quickly to the door.
Phillip did not open the door directly, but coughed twice slightly and said in a low voice: "Uncle Black, I seem to be sick and a little uncomfortable. If you have anything to do, let's talk about it next time?" After some consideration, he wanted
to Pretend to be sick to persuade the blacksmith.
However, the next second, the wooden door that had been in disrepair was knocked open.
The blacksmith, who looked like a black bear, rushed in with a ferocious smile on his face, grabbed the young man's neck, lifted him up, and finally pressed him hard on the bed.
"Little bastard! If you want to lie to me, you can't pretend to be sick to avoid debt..." He strangled Phillip's neck until the boy's eyes turned white and he almost lost consciousness.
Phillip knelt on the ground and coughed desperately, gasping for air, tears and runny nose flowing out.
His eyes were full of fear, and he felt like he was about to be strangled to death just now.
Seeing the young man's miserable state, the blacksmith felt very happy and relaxed.
He knelt down, grabbed the boy's hair, and said proudly: "Hey, little bastard, this is your punishment for pretending to be sick and trying to deceive me." "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go, but I'll come back next
time , you have to open the door immediately, do you understand? Otherwise..."
Blake pinched Phillip's little Jiji hard, and left laughing.
"Damn Blake..."
Phillip covered his neck and waited for a while before getting up from the ground.
"When I summon the first undead monster, I will kill you..." The young man's eyes showed a trace of hatred and became more determined.
He bit off a finger and began to draw the summoning circle on the ground.
(End of chapter)