Son of the Olden Days

After listening to a few words casually, Saul couldn't help being a little drowsy, and he could only hold his hands and enter his own thinking sinking.

The conspiracy theory in his heart broke out, and Thor began to calculate the possibility of implementing a beheading plan at this kind of tribal gathering.

For example, the participants of Phinisi Shiitake were swept away by a single net, or the royal tribes were suddenly killed to break the current false balance between the two sides, thereby changing the pattern of power.

Is it possible?

In the end, Saul thinks there is a possibility, but it may not make much sense.

If the opponent's high-end combat power can be wiped out in one fell swoop, it is indeed possible to swallow the opponent directly.

However, the key problem lies in the current labyrinth environment. Without a stable settlement, the construction and popular support system will not work well. In the unlikely event that there is something wrong with the people's minds, it will not be difficult to stumble in the maze environment at that time.

This is actually very possible, after all, Phines's team is not a miscellaneous army pulled up halfway, but everyone on the road together from the beginning. Through these hundreds of years of running down together, cohesion and trust in all aspects...

Sol couldn't help wondering whether Phines shiitake mushrooms are already the belief of the team. If Phines encounters an accident one day, although the faith falls, her spiritual banner might still be flying in the wind?

"Then let's listen to Hawak's opinion." An elderly man in the conference table suddenly brought the topic up, so everyone turned their heads and looked at Sol, Phines Same thing.

There was never any sense of identification with the name Thor of Havak, and Finis called him Thor privately, so that Saul did not realize that he was talking about himself. It's just that there is a sudden silence around him that Thor pulls away from his deep thinking.

"You... have something?" Saul looked blankly at the people around him watching him.

"Puff~" Seeing Sol's sluggish face, the younger generation of the royal tribe had already laughed.

"What? I think you have a pensive look, isn't it because you are thinking about racial naming?" the old man presiding over the meeting asked kindly.

Want to name a race? I'm afraid that if I eat too much rotten vegetables, I can't indigestion, so I can think about such boring things.

Only then did Saul react. It seems that he is not deliberately making things difficult now, it seems that a circle of people are taking turns speaking.

The little trick of racial naming...

"Yes, I do have some thoughts, so let's call it the Demon." Saul tilted his head.

"Oh? Mozu? Why is it called Mozu?" The old man seemed to have some interest.

How do I know why? This temporary presence, Thor just suddenly remembered that in some ancient documents on the continent of Salvinia, the Demon Race was a group of purple-skinned guys, and then he said it smoothly.

"Uh, I think so. You should know the devil and the devil, right? Are they very powerful in the impression?"

"But in my opinion, the word'magic' is not exclusive to them, or it does not specifically refer to a certain race."

"I personally think that'devil' is more like a state, um, a state between justice and evil..., oh, mystical state. From a philosophical depth, this word is a metaphor for power, but from a part of speech , The word is mysterious and sharp."

"So, I think it's good to be called'Devil'." Sol pretended to be calm and waved his hands, feeling that he was about to make up.

This temporary nonsense seemed to be considered a success, at least it caused the thinking of everyone in the meeting, or it could be said that it made everyone stunned for a while. In short, Thor smoothly passed the matter over and didn't care anymore.

Everyone took turns discussing it for a while, and the dance finally began amidst the laughter of eating and drinking.

Today, the reason why Phineis shiitake ran in front of Sol to change skirts, and from time to time still showed a little squirrel-like fawn, it was nothing more than trying to show off at the prom. For this humble request, the Devil Sol would definitely not. Stingy.

From the two people down to the dance floor and turning in circles, novel dance steps and a warm sense of rhythm.

The focus was forcibly pulled over, and then never left.

This kind of little scene is not worth mentioning, and Thor suspects that even if the lizardman Stanter comes, he can easily win the game.

Phines became more and more excited when he jumped behind, but Saul felt that he was not good enough and turned very dizzy.

So much so that Sol wondered if he was old.

In fact, many years ago, Saul suspected that he was old, and couldn't tell when it was. Maybe it was when Irene ran away forever crying, or when Shuggs leaned in the aisle of the tomb and said that he had lost his love.

That period of time seems to have passed by half a lifetime, and now I am the only one who remembers.

Even if he is not old, he must have already lived with an old child in his heart.

Holding a pottery glass of wine, Thor finally got rid of the terrible invitation of Phines to jump to death, and fled into the corner.

This is the corner area of ​​this labyrinth room, the small corner formed by two tents.

Standing in silence for a while, Saul always felt a little uncomfortable.

Because if someone sees it at first glance, it is likely to have a sense of seeing that they are hiding here peeing.

So Saul sat down in the corner, lazy and languid.

Keep quiet and leave some time for those who are worth remembering in life.

It is a pity that his memory travel was quickly interrupted, and a figure carrying a skirt concealed the light.

I've been hiding here, but don't let me go?

Saul was very sad, but it was a pity that Tier 3 himself could not touch the **** of Tier 7 Phines.

"Hawak Kriston, I know you." As soon as the other person spoke, Thor realized that this was not Phines, it was probably a new type of mushroom monster. As for knowing oneself, what's weird about it? I don't know the name of my big waste in the entire race.

Why do we have to say such a sentence when every shiitake mushroom appears on the stage? Is it also a general skill?

"Oh." Sol issued his signature **** to tell the other party that he has no desire to communicate.

Unfortunately, the understanding of this unknown mushroom seems to be problematic.

"Your reputation in the race isn't that great?" Shiitake blamed Gu himself.

"Oh."

"I am the second empress, Granlia Matalen."

"Oh."

Oh, at this point, Sol feels that he can no longer be so passive. He suspects that this new type of mushroom monster is likely to be the type. As long as someone responds, he can talk about the last night alone. The key is that he keeps cocking and it is very tiring. good or not?

"The emperor is worthless these years, as if someone has never met a few." Saul waved his hand in disdain.

"Have you met?" Granlia was a little shocked. In the entire tribe, she only had her elder brother and younger brother. There were no other emperors.

"Just kidding, does Princess Caroline of Byron Bian know? The arrogant one." Sol recalled with a face.

What Caroline? Granlia blinked, completely unaware of what this guy was talking about.

"So, you will come to this corner to come to me, actually because you see me dancing, but you feel that it doesn't match the name of my trash, which arouses your little curiosity, right?" Sol turned his head.

"This... basically looks like this." Granlia held her hand and found that she had nothing to add.

Saul turned his head melancholy and looked into the distance.

Well, obviously his soul charm hasn't been restrained, it seems that even if he comes to another world, he still has to keep a low profile.

"Then I'll ask you a little question. How many steps do you think it takes to lead a sheep into the tent?" Saul asked, raising his head.

"What do you mean? Wouldn't it be over if you just pull it in?" Granlia was puzzled.

"No, no, you said that there is only one step, but it is actually wrong. Tell you, it is actually three steps, open the tent, pull in, and then put the tent down." Sol spread his hands.

"You..." Granlia felt like she had been fooled.

"Okay, then I'll ask you again, how many steps does it take to lead a wolf into the tent?" Saul raised his head again.

"Ha, three steps!" Granlia rolled her eyes and replied quickly, feeling that she had already seen through the truth.

"No, right, you were wrong again. To open the tent, first lead the sheep out, then put the wolf in, and then close the tent. This is obviously already four steps." Sol once again spread his hands disdainfully.

"Are you... nonsense?" Granlia suddenly had the urge to cover his dog's head and beat her with a skirt.

"Why is this nonsense? You forcibly lock the wolf in, what if the wolf eats the sheep?" Saul asked back.

"This..." Granlia's cheeks flushed, but she didn't know how to refute it.

"So this simple story tells us that who is waste in this world is sometimes hard to tell." Sol looked at me and opened his hands again with a regretful expression, like a dog head flower in full bloom in the desert.

Humph! The shiitake mushrooms in other worlds are nothing more than this, who gives you the courage to challenge the devil.

"You dare to scold me!" Granlia, the new mushroom monster, seemed to explode in place.

"I didn't scold you. We are clearly telling stories. We must look at the problem rationally and don't mix personal emotions. This way, I know that your heart is turbulent now, and you are desperately crying that you are not a waste. Then, let's play a simpler game."

"You can count from one to seventeen. You can count first or second. You can count one number at a time, or you can count two consecutive numbers. Anyway, you can't jump and count. Whoever gets seventeen wins."

"How? It's easy, right?" Sol said that I was giving you a chance to prove my expression.

"I'm afraid of you!" The shiitake mushroom was full of war.

Then, after counting the three, Saul triumphed casually.

"I'm not familiar with the rules of the game yet, so this is normal, don't be proud of it." Granlia did not know who was explaining to it.

Then the ten hands were counted, and Thor prevailed more casually.

"This..." Granlia wanted to explode, but couldn't find a good reason for the explosion for a while.

This is obviously only seventeen numbers, how could it suddenly become so profound and difficult? She said she was very tired.

Then dozens or even countless passed.

"Fourteen, it's you." The number in Saul's mouth fell to the ground, showing a kind smile.

Granlia, who was squatting on the ground, looked a little pale.

She knew that no matter she counted fifteen, fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen, all belonged to Thor.

"Fifteen." Granlia looked over pitifully, hoping that Saul could step into the pit of Sixteen and save Seventeen for herself.

"Little mushroom weird, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it, sixteen seventeen." Saul smiled more kindly.

"Yeah! I'm going to kill you!" Granlia pounced on Saul with a look of grief.

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