The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Rodney saw my horrified expression and awkward and weird movements, and he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, I. I don't like men."

Uh..

Rodney's expression froze. After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Oh, you got it wrong. Actually, I don't like men either. I just want to make friends with you simply."

"It's that simple?"

I asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's that simple."

Rodney said seriously, with a natural smile on his face that didn't look pretentious.

Phoo~!

I sighed for a long time. His grandma shocked me because he blamed him for having a handsome little white face. I thought Chrysanthemum would say that today.

Seeing me relax, Rodney also let go of his hand. He thought for a while and stretched out his right hand again. He smiled at me politely and said: "What I did just now was so emotional that it shocked you. I'm sorry. "

I also stretched out my right hand, shook his hand, and said, "Fortunately, fortunately, there is no [fertilization], no [fertilization]."

"My name is Carter Rodney, the third son of the Carter family."

"My name is An Xiaoyi, my last name is An Xiaoyi, and I am a commoner adventurer."

"Very well, then we are friends now."

Rodney looked very happy. I also nodded with a polite smile, turned to look forward to it, and said: "I said. Tyrant, what is it for you to be friends."

I rubbed my fingers with a wretched smile on my face.

"Well, what did you say?" Rodney's tone was unpretentious. It seemed that he, a local tyrant and young man, really didn't understand the world.

"Benefits" I said softly.

"Benefits?" Rodney asked me with a dazed expression: "What do you mean?"

"Hey" I helped my head helplessly, and said: "Simply put, is there any preferential treatment, such as giving me a villa or a house, or else give me any privileges that can legally receive from shop to shop? It’s really impossible to go to restaurants for protection fees, and you don’t need money. Weapons can be made at a discount and acceptable.

"The benefits I mean are almost the same." I glanced at him and said: "Brother Tuhao, you are the heir of Ai Ruicheng, these should be okay."

Rodney scratched his head: "No."

When I was happy, I leaned forward and put my arm around his shoulders almost: "Let me just say it, it feels great to be friends with local tyrants."

"No, I didn't mean that" Rodney said embarrassingly: "I mean. It's impossible."

"Damn, won't it" I pulled away from him about a meter in an instant, with a face full of surprise: "You are the heir, can't you even meet this small requirement?"

"This." Rodney was a little embarrassed, and said: "This is not something I can decide. I really can't help you, sorry, friend."

"Cut, the status is equivalent to that of the prince, and I don't even have this right. Hey, it's a tragedy. It's not as easy as an ordinary person. At least I turned around after eating the king's meal and no one knew me." I opened my hands. , Can't help shaking his head.

After shaking my head for a while, I found that the two bodyguards behind him, except for a slight embarrassment on their faces, didn't even shout at me with a verbal phrase like'presumptuous' Ba Ga'. It is estimated that these two bodyguards are not only bodyguards. , Does not work as a dog leg part-time, and Rodney, is not ashamed of my words, on the contrary, he can't help sighing with an expression of approval.

I was accustomed to watching TV dramas with domineering presidents in my previous life. At this moment, I felt guilty.

Stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Why, brother local tyrant, I just had no intentions, don't take it seriously."

Rodney shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You're right, my heir's identity is indeed very embarrassing."

"I want to ask you something." I watched Rodney's expression and saw that he didn't mean to disgust, I continued: "Is the city lord of Ai Rui city really so different? Before the heir came to power, even some real power Not decentralized?"

Cough.

Rodney coughed slightly and cast a look at me, indicating that it was not suitable for talking about these words here.

He glanced at the shop owner from the corner of his eye, this guy stood aside with a look of slavery, but his ears were pricked up and looked humble, but he was eavesdropping on the conversation between us.

Is there something tricky in this?

I calmly nodded, and then said: "Oh, the torch is too expensive, I can't afford it."

As I said, I smiled treacherously in my heart, but the expression was very tragic and solemn: "Brother Tyrant, as your friend, even a small handful of torches worth thirty silver coins cannot be bought by Master Campbell himself. Smear your face."

"We, let's go, hey."

I sighed, turned around, and took Rodney straight to the door.

"Okay, friend" Rodney took two steps, but stopped, and asked the boss whose face was so anxious that he could not know what to do, "Have Master Campbell built a torch? I've heard of it for the first time."

"Wait. Wait, stay for a while, young master, please stay for a while!"

The boss hurried out of the counter, feeling that we were blocking our way.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" I covered my chest with my arms, with a look of disgust: "Tell you, if you dare to touch me, I will shout indecent!"

How wonderful and wonderful the boss’s expression is now, with fear in anxiety, and disgust for me in fear, but this disgust is still mixed with flattery, alive and out of a wretched and hideous look.

"That. This guest, I just made a slip of the tongue. It was a slip of the tongue. You misheard it." The boss rubbed his hands again and again, with a smile on his face, and said: "Go, let's go in and say, go in and talk slowly, don't be impulsive, don't Impulsive."

Welcoming us in, the boss quickly found four chairs, first put them to Rodney, and respectfully invited him to sit down; then put them to me, and smiled and said to me: please sit down, please sit down; Then handed the remaining two to the two bodyguards.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and entered the house again. Not long after, he handed out four hot cups of good tea and served them one by one according to the previous order.

Then he said to me apologetically: "Oh, my guest, you just heard me wrong. I didn’t mean that this torch was made by Master Campbell, but that the person who made this torch was Master Campbell. His loyal believers, yes, that’s it, this metal torch made by his loyal believers."

Rodney and I looked at each other, and at the same time made a long tone of oh~, I laughed but didn't speak, his face was expressionless.

"You got it wrong about thirty silver coins." The boss rubbed his hands and said, "It's thirty copper coins, copper coins, not silver coins."

"Oh, copper coin~" I repeated it deliberately, turned my head, smiled at Rodney, and said: "It turns out that I heard it wrong. I'm really sorry. I took back what I said too expensive."

The boss was still expressionless when he saw Rodney, but he looked better than before, and he heaved a sigh of relief.

"But the boss" my sudden words shocked the boss, and his heart was suspended again.

"What, what's the matter?"

He asked me tremblingly, his eyes became more disgusting, and he probably thought I was looking for his moth again.

Hehe, he guessed right.

I picked up the torch, pointed to the place where the small characters were engraved, and asked: "Didn't you just say that these small characters are Master Campbell's name?"

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