The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Seeing old Paige's flattery look, I really want to point at his nose and yell: Hey, grandson!

However, respecting the old and loving the young is the fine tradition of the Chinese nation, and politeness is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation through the ages.

I am determined not to abandon the traditional Chinese tradition that I am used to insisting on because of being an old and disrespectful profiteer. In another world, I will lose my face of Huaxia.

As a result, I stopped, frowned and raised my eyebrows, looking like a creditor, and said arrogantly: "Give me a message, are you going?"

"Go, I'll go, why don't we go, what friendship between us!" Old Paige said with a smile.

However, he didn't leave, instead, he kept looking at me with small eyes.

"What? Something else?" I asked sternly.

Old Paqi stretched out his right hand, thumb, index finger and middle finger, and rubbed his three fingers continuously. The expression of a profiteer made him vividly interpret: "Is it first..."

"You can give me the money after picking it up, you can fool me if you save it." I just shook a cold face and said nothing more.

"How come..." Old Paqi pretended to be sincere, trying to impress me.

I was cold-eyed.

"Hey, the world is changing, and people's hearts are not old. Where is the trust between people?" Old Paggy sighed, pretending to be weak and weak.

"Ghost Face Spider Skin, Ghost Face Spider Skin" I started to chant the five-character mantra again.

Cough.

Old Paqi was choking on his saliva and had a cough. For a long time, he flushed, lowered his head, and said to Old Luo dingyly: "Lead the way."

Looking at the embarrassment of old Paige, I screamed at him: "Don't forget, you can only get three pieces, and you must take the most expensive, most valuable, and painful one!"

Watching Old Paige leave, I turned my head to look at Harold. The face of this guy is so exciting, I want to go crazy, but I can't help it, I want to endure it, but I can't help it. Trembling non-stop.

"I said, Harold" I smiled: "Are you free, let's talk?"

Harold took a deep breath, forced an ugly smile, and said, "Yes, I'm free, come with me."

After that, took me to the second floor and entered the innermost room.

The room was huge, about the size of the Phoenix's yard. There were piles of antiques, furnishings, murals, and books.

Closing the door, Harold asked, "What are you going to tell me?"

Instead of answering him directly, I walked around the room and asked, "Does the security department of your room have ears on the wall?"

Harold walked to a sofa at will, sat down, and said, "Don't worry, don't look at the small room, but this is my private space. Outsiders are not allowed to enter casually."

"Small? Is this small?" I really don't understand the local tyrant's thinking.

Harold did not continue to argue with me over the size of the room, but sat quietly on the sofa, looking at me, waiting for my answer.

I spread my hands and said helplessly: "It's alright, it's useless not to talk to you."

Sitting on the other side of the sofa, I said, "Is there any water? I'm thirsty."

Seeing Harold still looking at me motionless, I immediately looked half-dead and said: "Oh, my throat is thirsty and smoke is coming out, let alone chatting, it's just hard talking."

A row of black lines rose above Harold's head, but he still didn't move.

I sighed and looked disappointed, and said, "I thought you were so generous that you wouldn't even give the guests a glass of water to drink, alas."

I groaned like a toothache. Harold finally couldn't help it. He stood up, walked to a food storage cabinet not far away, opened the door, and a cool breath came out slowly. To all over the room.

"Ah! That's cool!" I sighed to myself.

It was not ten seconds before the cabinet door closed again.

There are two more glass bottles in Harold's hand, and the bottles are filled with purple liquid, like flowing amethyst, dazzling and beautiful.

He handed one of them, and I took it and opened the mouth of the bottle. A scent overflowed instantly. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, looking intoxicated.

Then, I couldn't wait to pick up the bottle and pour it violently against the mouth of the bottle.

In an instant, the refreshing sensation spread from my stomach all over my body, and the whole person instantly refreshed.

"It's delicious!" I praised with my thumb, "This is...wine?"

"It's just grape juice," Harold replied.

He poured grape juice into a glass cup on the table, and tasted it bit by bit like a gentleman.

You can drink such delicious things every day, not to mention delicious things, and in his eyes, such a big room is just a small one. Sure enough, the world of the rich is incomprehensible!

"Can you talk now?" Harold asked.

I rubbed my belly and hiccup, still with a half-dead expression: "Hungry..."

"Enough of you!" Harold's face flushed, and his hands were trembling and shaking. This time he might be angry.

Seeing that Harold was about to rush into the crown, I had no choice but to give it up and said with regret: "Oh, forget it, don't bother you to eat, and the family will definitely save it for me."

After saying this, my face became serious and said, "Harold, do you remember what I said to you before?"

Harold nodded: "Remember, you asked me if I have an enemy in Eri City."

"Yes," I said seriously: "This is not to doubt your popularity in Ai Rui City, nor to doubt your personal character, but because of something that happened to me today."

"You mean..." Harold asked tentatively, "What happened to you being attacked?"

I nodded.

"But does this have anything to do with whether I have an enemy?"

"It's related." I grinned and said, "And it's very important."

With that said, I pointed to my pants.

Harold glanced at my pants and asked, "Is there anything wrong with these pants?"

"Of course there is a problem" I said: "These are the uniform pants of your guild."

"Yes, it's our guild's pants..." Suddenly, Harold seemed to understand something and said with a serious face: "You mean, the person who attacked you was because he saw you wearing us Guild pants?"

"What do you think?" I sat up and continued: "The man and I have no grievances, and even don't even know each other, but it is precisely because he saw my uniform pants that he attacked me. "

"You, sure?" Harold looked at me suspiciously.

"Believe it or not" I spread my hands, looked at him with contempt, and said, "If you really don't believe it, you can treat it as if I didn't say it."

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