The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

"He...hehe, hahaha" Harold's face suddenly showed a smile, very hearty, but a little helpless.

He pointed to me and said, "This is the first time I have seen you such an unreasonable little guy."

"I've always been reasonable!" I replied, a flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind, and my face sank at the moment, and said to Charles: "Hey, Char...s, you said this shop 'S boss owes you 500 gold coins, is it true?"

When Harold heard this, his face changed, and he looked at Charles with complicated eyes.

Charles struck a spirit and said: "You, don't talk nonsense, it's just five gold coins, he only borrowed five gold coins from me!"

"Yeah, in a blink of an eye, five hundred has changed to five." I sneered: "I was in the store just now, and I yelled, "The other four hundred and ninety-five gold coins are all interest." What else is there? Borrow your money, I have the final say on the interest."

Charles looked at Harold's increasingly complicated eyes with trembling, and his face paled with fright: "You are talking nonsense about you, how could I, Charles, do such a thing!"

"Oh, how come you call yourself Charles now?" I grinned and showed a lukewarm smile: "I just kept shouting that I was'Master Charles'?"

"Charles, when did you become a master?" The male adventurer behind Harold still looked at Charles with a smile on his face.

The female adventurer beside her gave Charles a very contemptuous glance, then turned her head to me, not looking at him again.

"Well, I understand the general situation you said" Harold said: "Since you are also a victim, so be it. I will help you solve your grievances, and then I will talk about the problems between us. What do you think? ?"

Seeing that Harold was reasonable, and curious about how he would solve this matter, I nodded and said, "Okay."

Harold turned to Charles, the expression on his face had changed from the previous calm to serious and cold, and a pair of small eyes always showed fearful majesty.

He pulled out the two-handed sword from his back and inserted it in front of Charles, with his right hand on the top of the hilt, and his left hand on the right hand, domineering and awe-inspiring, overlooking Charles, who was almost paralyzed on the ground, and said: "The **** of creation is here, Charles, I hope you can tell the truth, but one day in the future, I find that what you told me today was a lie. No matter where you live, I will cut off your head! "

Charles plopped and sat down on the ground, cowering in response to Harold's solemn gaze, before making a response after a long time: "...Yes!"

"Then I will ask you" Harold asked with a severe face, "Did you ask the owner of this shop for five hundred gold coins?"

"I...I..." Charles was very cold, and he kept running. He always wanted to avoid Harold's fearsome eyes, but his body refused to follow his orders.

"Yes, or not?" Harold suddenly raised the volume, startling everyone around him.

"Yes, I have" Charles said in a crying voice: "I asked him for five hundred gold coins, but this was just a joke, a joke."

"Really a joke?"

"Really, it can't be wrong, it's absolutely true" Charles said hoarsely: "How could I ask Charles's people for gold coins?"

"Very good" Harold glanced back at me, and said: "Although he owes you five gold coins, you are ashamed of this behavior. This behavior is also a discredit for Ai Ruicheng. Now I ask you , Will you accept punishment?"

"I... Ken" Charles lowered his head, like a discouraged ball, unable to raise his temper.

"Well, in view of the bad influence you have caused, I decide" Harold said: "You personally wipe out the debt owed to you by this weapon shop, and deduct ten gold coins from your salary as compensation for the smearing of Eri City. You Are you willing?"

"Yes, I do."

The old goblin Paige, who was still peeping tremblingly at the door, couldn't help crying with joy when he heard these words. The next second, he fainted.

"Then the next question," Harold said: "Did you take this kid's breastplate?"

"No, I don't have this, no!" Charles's eyes drifted and he was lying, but at the same time, Harold also read a huge panic and anxiety from the depths of his eyes.

"Really not?" Harold tried to ask again.

"No, I didn't, absolutely nothing" Charles sweated more urgently, and tears were even forced out of the corners of his eyes. Within a few seconds, a puddle of fishy yellow liquid flowed out of his lower body. He was incontinent because of panic. .

Seeing this, Harold's two men hurriedly moved a few steps aside, and the female adventurer covered her mouth and nose with her hands, eager to avoid it.

Harold frowned, tugged Charles, and turned towards the nearby adventurers who were swollen and swollen in the crowd, and said, "Take your master back, and don't let him come out ashamed."

Several adventurers rushed up, pinched his nose to help Charles up, dragged him, and walked out.

I have to say that the smell of Charles' urine is really strong. The crowd who had just been dragged by him was so frightened that they scattered all the way and let them leave unimpeded.

Harold turned around and said to me: "It seems that the breastplate thing is hard to distinguish between true and false, but I want to ask, why are you so attached to that breastplate? Is it your heirloom? Or is its material very precious?"

"It has nothing to do with what you said" I sighed and said: "The fight for the breastplate is just to show my attitude, but everything that belongs to me, even if it is a stitch or a thread, is not allowed to be Others want to get involved."

"That's it." Harold nodded and continued to ask me: "Since you said that, I think this matter can be solved in this way. Although there is no way to return the breastplate to you, you can tell me the materials used to make the breastplate. I, I will compensate according to the amount of materials, what do you think?"

"Well, okay, just do that" I nodded in satisfaction.

"Please tell me your production materials" The male adventurer next to him remained unchanged and asked me with a smile.

"The skin of the ghost face spider" I said.

"A complete skin of a ghost-faced spider" Old Paggy popped out of the door suddenly, not knowing when he woke up.

"Uncle..." Mi Lulu who stood behind didn't know what his uncle was making.

"One, complete, ghost-faced spider skin?" The male adventurer paused, and after a while, he raised his head and smiled with doubts: "Are you really kidding?"

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