The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

This madness continued for twenty minutes before it gradually stopped.

Kirk panted violently and staggered back a few steps. The knight sword in his hand was randomly placed aside, and the sharp tip of the sword made a shallow white mark on the ground.

Looking at the relief that had been cut into something beyond recognition by him, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Turning his head, he smiled apologetically at me: "Sorry, I was a little excited just now..."

I raised my hand to stop, and said, "It's okay, I can understand."

Kirk coughed a few times, took a sharp breath, and then slowly spit out, looking at the messy relief, he said to me: "I don't know what the purpose of this relief is. It is a monster's conspiracy, in order to arouse adventurers. Or is this a totem carved out by the God of Creation to hone our endurance?"

"Although adventurers who are loyal to the God of Creation should not be so impulsive, when I see the various behaviors of the characters on the relief, I still can't contain the anger in my heart. Now, even though I vent, I am still impulsive. And feel ashamed."

He sighed heavily, turned to me, pleading in his eyes, and said: "As a companion, I take the liberty to ask, what do you think these reliefs really mean?"

I understand Kirk’s approach very well. Anything that is different from the doctrine will always be destroyed in the first place. After the destruction is over, his mind will become sober. At this time, he will ask the surroundings. Eyewitness, did the thing he destroyed conflicted with his doctrine.

And often this time, they have already committed an unforgivable guilt.

But in most cases, they will justify themselves.

If what they destroy is something that deviates from doctrine, they will think that their actions are sacred and just; if what is destroyed is not something that deviates from doctrine, they will think that everything they do is for the sake of God and can be forgiven. of.

All in all, they are always right.

For this kind of people’s problems, I have two effective methods to solve them.

Either agree with his point of view, or answer him roundly, divert his attention and leave the topic elsewhere.

In contrast, I am better at the second approach.

Pretending to think, after a long time, I looked serious and said: "I think these reliefs are telling history."

"State history?"

After hearing this, Kirk frowned and nodded thoughtfully. It was obvious that I had taken him into the ditch.

"Yes, you can think about it this way, why are these outrageous reliefs appearing here?"

I took a step forward and opened the speaker mode, with a serious and solemn expression, and said: "That's because this is a painful history, countless adventurers, for the peace of the world, rushed to the boss of the monster without hesitation. Uh, that is, the tauren in the relief. They fought hard for justice, not afraid of death, and even gave their lives for this."

"After the sacrifices of countless comrades, they discovered that the strength of the tauren was so powerful that it was beyond their reach. So, in the team, there was the first deserter, and the first one. Naturally, there is the second one. Soon everyone turned into deserters, and the whole team was defeated." I pointed to the relief that had been chopped into a mess, and said, "That's what this relief is meant to express."

Kirk was very surprised when he saw me stop suddenly, and said anxiously: "What then? What's next?"

I held my chin, pondered for a while, and continued: "Then it may be like this. The God of Creation saw that human beings were defeated and the world was about to fall. He moved his compassionate heart, and personally shot them, defeated them all, and sealed them underground. In the city, for us to upgrade money and equipment."

"That's about it." I raised my head and looked at Kirk, and found that this guy was looking at me with scorching eyes, with the impulse to stir the fire.

I waved my hand repeatedly and refused: "Sorry, please don't look at me like this. I am not as good as Longyang, and I am not interested in men."

"No, no, you misunderstood" Kirk saw that I was wrong, and a poker face born with a big beard was embarrassed, sweating: "I didn't mean it, I just think that your explanation just now is very good. In principle, I think the facts must be as you explained. The great God of Creation finally saved the world. Yes, it must be like this!"

He clenched his fists and pressed them to his forehead again. He raised his head and muttered to himself: "Thank you, the great God of Creation, for your use, my lord!"

In the distance, an extremely anxious female voice came over: "Kirk, we hired you with money, not for you to pray, but for you to help us eliminate the boss!"

Not long after, Yifang walked over angrily, and the others looked bad.

But they couldn't point the finger at us, so they had no choice but to spread their anger on Kirk's head.

"Kirk, I hope you can be more serious." Quincy said with a gloomy face, holding back the anger: "If you have been nervous forever, please leave. As for wages, I will not pay you a copper coin, because You have not fulfilled our agreement!"

Quincy's words were very rude, with a threatening tone in his tone.

Kirk coldly nodded his head with a poker face, without rebuttal.

Quincy looked at me, the expression on his face was very complicated, and he was very angry at me for not intervening in this matter, but when I thought of what I had said to him before, he was helpless to me.

After thinking twice, he squeezed a very ugly smile: "Mr. An Xiaoyi, if you can, I hope that you will also find the boss with us. In this case, we will have a much higher chance of finding the boss."

"What then?" I raised my eyebrows and said, "What benefits can I get?"

Seeing Quincy's expression very depressed, I spread my hands and said, "I am not a Buddha. I can't do the nobleness of cutting meat and feeding eagles. Everything needs to be exchanged at the same price. There is no benefit. Why should I help you?"

My eyes are very sincere, without a trace of cunning, and my tone is no different from chatting.

It's just that I can clearly see the lingering hatred in Quincy's eyes.

Do I have to carry forward the spirit of **, selflessly dedicate my youth?

ill!

I secretly said in my heart: "Is it good for people to keep a diary too!"

Quincy closed his eyes for a while, took a deep breath, and opened them again. The hatred in his eyes has been hidden. He nodded at me politely and said, "Well, Mr. An Xiaoyi, if you help us find Boss, and defeated the boss together, how about I divide half of the spoils for you?"

After thinking about it a little, I nodded and agreed to his condition: "Yes, but half of the spoils will be given to us..."

Puffing up at Fenghuang and the others, I continued: "Not me."

"Deal!"

After Quincy and I clapped our hands, the moment I turned around, I saw the hatred in his eyes again.

That is, with murderous hatred.

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