The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The "Guest" boss had a stern face, seemingly a little angry, and rightly said: "How can you say such an irritating thing!"

He pointed to the small characters on the torch and said solemnly: "Where is the name, it is the brand, the brand of the torch, don't you know these words?"

I said in my heart: "What I said when I sold my stuff just now changed my mind in a blink of an eye. You, a profiteer, are really not easy. Not only do you lie and not blush, but you also change your face faster than a dog's face!"

Originally, I just wanted to embarrass him, and then spent money to buy this torch, but driven by the retaliatory mentality, I gave up this decision and planned to play him a bit better. As for whether to buy it, hehe.

"That's it" I nodded and said, "I am indeed illiterate. I am illiterate. What brand is this torch?"

"Fool card."

"Fool card." I dissatisfied: "So, you recommend me to buy this, are you planning to tease me, saying that I am a fool?"

The boss didn't expect that I would use the name of the brand to make things difficult for him. First he was taken aback, then waved his hand again and again, saying: "How is it possible, this guest, you are wrong."

"Oh? What should I think?"

The boss raised the torch, facing me with the small print, and said, "The name of this brand is fool, which means that even a fool can use a torch."

"Even fools can use it, you still recommend me." My face sank and said, "Don't you still treat me as a fool!"

The boss’s hands trembled, and his eyes were full of anger. I guess if you stand by my side and watch the excitement with a smile, it’s not Rodney, but a passerby, the next moment, the torch in his hand is likely to fall. On my face, or yell at me and kick me out.

However, there is nothing wrong. No matter how I make things difficult for him, he will have to take it for me. Anyway, I finished the blame today, so I just used him to pass the time.

"This, this guest." The boss deserves to be the boss. With just a few breaths of effort, he calmed his mind, his smile overflowed again, and wanted to explain something to me, but I didn't want to give him this opportunity.

"Master Rodney."

I suddenly changed my name, and my tone became very deep. The sudden change surprised Rodney, but soon he responded with a smile: "What is it, my friend?"

"We are already friends, am I right?"

I asked him.

"Yes, we are already friends."

"Well, then, my friend, Master Rodney, how do you define the word friend?"

"How to define?"

Rodney did not react, looked at me puzzled, saw me nod to him, put down the teacup in his hand, thought a little, and said seriously: "Friends. Just share blessings, share difficulties, and point out errors. If you encounter a problem, think of a solution together. That should be it."

"Can I understand this way?" I began to turn the topic into a pit: "The glory of a friend is my glory, and the humiliation of a friend is my humiliation. Are you right?"

"Well, yes, you are right."

Rodney thought for a moment, then answered carefully.

"Then it will be easy." My expression suddenly showed sadness and sympathy, and said to Rodney: "Unfortunately, Master Rodney, my friend, someone actually said in public that you are a fool."

"Wha." Rodney saw my eyes blink, and he figured out what I meant.

He brewed his feelings for a while, and after a second, his whole body became furious, and his tone rose with resentment: "Who is it, who is so bold, dare to say that I am a fool!"

"My friend" instantly revealed the domineering and indifferent heirs possessed: "Tell me, who dares to treat you and me as fools, I must punish him, punish him severely, Yes, fiercely, I want to let him know that he will challenge the majestic end of the successor to Eri City!"

Hearing this, I glanced at the boss from the corner of my eye. This profiteer was covered in dust, his face was as white as powder, and his mouth was open, but he couldn't make a sound. You know, this is not a harmonious society. Living under the jurisdiction of a ruler, once offended those who are close to them, the lesser ones may be smashed into jail for a lesson, and the more serious ones will most likely lose their lives.

This is the case for the kinship, not to mention directly disobeying the heir.

Rodney also saw the boss's horror from the corner of his eye. He raised his eyebrows. After all, he was his own people. After all, he was a little bit unbearable. He squeezed his eyes at me and signaled not to continue.

I nodded and decided to give up playing the boss.

With this decision, it's not that I couldn't bear it. What does this profiteer's life and death do to me?

But it is estimated that if this continues, it will not take long before this guy will be scared to pee his pants, and then the feces and urine will flow, and the house will be "scented". What can I do if I feel sick.

cough.

Rodney cleared his throat, raised his tone, and said, "Although I am a little unhappy about this matter, but because some people have no intentions, I just give it up. I will not investigate this matter. I will not take it as an example. ."

"Thanks, thank you Master Young Master!"

With a plop, the boss collapsed to the ground. He was wearing a cowhide jacket and could not be seen when he was standing. This collapsed to the ground, I realized that he had been beaten by sweat.

In other words, after being frightened this time, I won't have a serious illness in the future.

But what to do with me.

"That, boss" I leaned forward and looked at the boss with a grin.

The boss at this time has no resentment towards me, and what is left is just fear of me-this guest is covered by the young master, so I have to stay away in the future.

"The torch."

"You take it," the boss said weakly, "I don't need money."

"How good is this~" I am a little embarrassed. Although he is a profiteer, he is also for survival after all, so purchases always require some purchase fees.

"What is the purchase price of your torch?"

I ask.

The boss still seemed to want to say that he didn’t want money, but he was still watching me closely. He hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and cruelly, and sighed, "Three. Three copper coins."

"Yeah, three copper coins" I scratched my head and smiled: "Boss, you can really do business."

Rodney glanced at the boss again, and he was frightened, but the boy looked away casually, and the boss breathed a sigh of relief.

Put five copper coins on the counter and walked out of the store with torches.

Just about to walk in the direction of home, Rodney stopped him.

"What's the matter, local tyrant brother?"

"I helped you to act in friendship for so long" Rodney laughed: "Can you talk to me in a teahouse?"

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