Did the Demon King hug the hero's thigh today?

(Dungeon-House Circle Post Bar)

【Fine】【Fire】If you don't understand, ask: What are these things?

Lou Lou has recently received an order to rush work on a batch of magic props. The shapes and enchanting points are very special. Lou Lou has never seen anything in the world, so she is very curious about what these are for?Kneeling and begging the well-informed Damen in the group to answer OTL

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1L [[-]-year-old house]: I also received this urgent order for Lou Lou, and it has just been delivered!Mine is like this!

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2L [Qianjin Fat House]: I am exactly the same as the order I received upstairs! !Same curious!

3L [[-] mu mansion]: dd!Although I don't know the specific purpose, I seem to feel some mysterious power through the scroll!

The house lord flipped through the worthless new replies that kept popping up, and at the same time looking at the tennis racket-like thing in his hand, he sighed silently: Sure enough, he didn't even know what it was , and the other housekeepers don't even know about it.

A few days ago, the Brave announced that he would hand over the property in his treasury directly to the employees of the "Squid Bank" in the fields of orcs, elves, and dwarves, so that the "Squid Angel Investment" projects in the Delisite Grassland and the Forest of Elves Money can be released quickly.

To Arthurs' surprise, even the dwarves, who did not have any direct cooperation projects, received a large box of gold bars from the brave.

Along with these gold bars came an order form and sketches of ten strange magical props.

"Dear House King, please make 100 of each product according to the design drawing, and I will pick it up in two days, and the reward has been included with the order.

——Yu Guo"

Although the props looked strange in shape, it was not difficult for the exquisitely handcrafted dwarves, and the house king quickly led other dwarves to complete the production of the order.

Two days later, the devil and the brave man took the magic props with the crying bald dog with great satisfaction, and insisted on keeping all the gold coins as a reward.

"Too many," Arthurs shook his head. "Although these things are strange, they are not complicated. Three gold bars are enough."

"Then the rest will be reserved as a deposit for the next customization," the brave man turned over and rode on the iron rooster, "I still want to customize a hundred sets of weapons, and my employees will come to pick them up in two days."

"Why so many?" The house lord looked at the two of them, narrowing his eyes vigilantly, "Do you want to sell weapons made by dwarves?"

"Yes, I hope to sell the high-quality weapons made by the dwarves to the Adventurer's Guild," the brave admitted without hesitation, "We cooperate, and I will be responsible for providing sales. The big head is from the dungeon."

"Deal." The house lord replied without hesitation, pushing the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Being able to sell goods without going out of the city and communicating face-to-face with strangers is simply a relief for the dead dwarves.

In order to express his sincerity for cooperation, the king of the house immediately mobilized a stock of [-] weapons for the brave to take away directly; as for the follow-up order, the king of the house directly and straightforwardly stated that "as long as the two provide accurate positioning on the map of the communication scroll , the dwarves will provide unmanned delivery chickens to deliver the goods automatically."

The black iron rooster passed through the thick clouds and landed on a soft grass in the night.

Two elves in oversized clothes jumped (and fell) off iron cocks.

While rolling on the ground, Yu Guo greeted Tony countless times in his heart—ever since he knew that Mr. Tony’s honey potion could change his appearance, the devil directly bought 20 of them without worrying about the arrest warrant. problem!

However, I never expected that this potion not only changed the appearance, but also the body shape!

Thinking that a man with a height of 1.7 meters is an imposing devil, and he becomes an elf with a height of less than one meter in an instant!

The little devil staggered up from the ground, shook the elf's pointed ears, and stomped his feet fiercely, but unexpectedly, he tripped over the clothes dragged on the ground, staggered and fell down again.

"Are you OK."

A childish voice came from beside her ear, and a small white hand stretched out in front of Yu Guo.The Demon King's gaze followed the little hand up a little bit, and his heart stopped suddenly.

Mom! ! !

Is this white-faced doll with blond hair and blue eyes his hero? !

"Pfft hahaha." The black-haired elf couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his hand to pinch the face of the doll elf.

"Stop laughing." Doll frowned and clenched her fists, threatening fiercely.

"So your prince is so cute hahahaha." Yu Guo staggered up with Yuel's hand in his arms. Tie tight at the ankle and tie a knot.

"What are you doing?" Yule asked with a frown, "It's like wearing a sack and can't walk."

"Okay, this way!"

I saw the demon king tied his own sack to the mouth, stretched his hands shoulder-to-shoulder, and jumped like a zombie towards the double-storey red western-style building in front of him.

"Hurry up, keep up!" The little black-haired zombie threw a wink at his companion.

The blonde doll stretched out her arms helplessly and turned into a little blonde zombie.

The two little zombies and the bald dog walked through the familiar M-shaped golden arches and the blue "open 24 hours" signboard one after the other, and jumped into the noisy place even in the evening. Adventurer's Guild Hall.

"Hello! I want to post a mission!"

"Okay, what is your mission? Eh?" The teller asked puzzledly at the empty window, "Customer? Where are you?"

A soft voice came from below the window: "I'm here!"

The teller leaned forward looking for the sound, and saw a bald dog riding a blond elf, and a black-haired elf was riding around the blond elf's neck, blinking his watery black eyes , waved his little hand at her.

"Kids, have you separated from your parents?" The teller felt his heart melt into a puddle of water, and his voice subconsciously softened. people."

Yu Guo: ...Sister, the demon king in front of you is hundreds of years old.

The hundred-year-old kid silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and shook his head with a smile, "No, I'm already a hundred-year-old boy! I'm here to post a mission!"

"Hey, don't make trouble," the young lady at the teller was amused by him, "Mom and Dad are very worried if they get lost, my sister will broadcast for you now."

With a "snap", a silver scimitar inlaid with precious stones was thrown in front of the teller in a familiar manner. The blond elf looked at the teller expressionlessly, and there was a kind of coldness in his immature voice that was extremely incompatible with his appearance. , "Please post the task."

The teller was slightly taken aback.

She carefully looked at the slender blade, the sharp blade, the top-grade flaming red magic crystal, and the iconic enchanting pattern around the handle—this is a weapon made by dwarves.

"Sorry," the teller lady immediately switched to the career channel, "What tasks do the two guests want to release?"

"Collect information about Pigeon Village. Depending on the amount of feedback, I can pay each person from one hundred silver coins to one gold coin."

"No problem," the teller nodded, but his eyes stayed on the weapon in front of him, "What about this one?"

"This," the black-haired elf's mouth slightly curved, and he said with a smile as he tugged at the blond elf's ears while shaking his legs, "We want to cooperate with your guild."

"Hello, both of you. I'm the person in charge of Chapter 101 of the Adventurer's Guild." How do you want to cooperate?"

"If you want to complete high-level tasks, you need advanced weapons." The black-haired elf smiled and patted the bald dog's head. "It just so happens that we have a good relationship with the dwarves."

The person in charge looked at the delicate scimitar on the table and asked, "Do you want the guild to sell advanced weapons to the adventurers who receive the advanced tasks when the guild releases them?"

"Yes, and no," the black-haired elf blinked, "People who can afford high-level weapons are often not low-level, but they are not the ones who most urgently need high-level weapons; on the contrary, those who can afford high-level weapons Those who need more advanced weapons."

"Why?" The person in charge was slightly taken aback.

"Because lower-level adventurers urgently need to use high-level weapons to improve their level and get higher rewards, but buying high-level weapons is expensive, and they need to be obtained by doing high-level tasks or doing a lot of boring low-level tasks. Pay to buy."

The person in charge nodded, "So, most of the lower-level adventurers can't afford this kind of advanced weapon."

"So, we want to lend money to these lower-level adventurers first, so that they can buy high-level weapons to do high-level tasks, and then use the rewards for completing high-level tasks to return the money for buying high-level weapons to us."

"Of course, after all, we have owned the weapon in advance, so the money returned to us is not only the original price of the weapon, but also a little interest, not much: free loan within seven days, and seven thousandths of interest will be charged every day after seven days; the interest part , we can share [-]/[-] with the Adventurer's Guild, what do you think?"

The person in charge held his chin and narrowed his eyes.The Adventurer's Guild can get 20% of each transaction without doing anything. This offer looks very attractive.

But as the leader of the Adventurer's Guild that has released tens of thousands of quests, he knows better than anyone else that there are never free gifts in this world.

The person in charge smiled and asked directly: "So, what do you want the Adventurers Guild to do for you?"

"Choose who to lend the weapon to in advance for us." The blond elf next to him added blankly, "The guild will conduct a comprehensive evaluation based on the adventurer's past behavior (such as ability level, luck value, mission success rate, etc.), and select Someone in good standing that you think will be alive to complete the mission."

"Understood," the person in charge nodded approvingly, "Only those who get the weapons in advance pay the interest in the end, can we all earn money, and the Adventurer's Guild controls this risk for you."

Yu Guo at the side rolled his eyes silently.

To be reasonable, a part-time hero who is an imperial prince born and bred in a Western fantasy world, is more proficient in the credit concept of "squid borrowing" than he, a poor dick from modern society. The protagonist's halo is so strong, and the villain is even playing a P

It's okay, he hugged the protagonist's thigh tightly early in the morning, resolutely stepped on the identity and dignity of the villain boss and rubbed it under his feet.

"Interesting, we can give it a try." The person in charge smiled and nodded, "Any other requirements?"

"I hope that the guild will not issue gold coins directly when distributing rewards, but through our squid bank, so that the guild will not have to deposit so many gold coins." Yuer took out a palm-sized dark blue hard card, "We are here There are offices, which can support flexible access at any time, which is safe and convenient."

"Yes, yes," the person in charge looked at them hesitantly, "but what if the adventurer thinks it's too troublesome and doesn't want to use it?"

"Tell them that every day gold coins are stored in the squid bank, there will be extra interest." The blond elf jumped off the sofa and stretched out his soft hand to the person in charge, "We are responsible for all the interest, this is our responsibility." The sincerity of cooperating with your guild."

The pink and delicate doll's face had a seriousness that didn't match the shape. The person in charge was amused by the scene. He pinched the blonde elf's little hand with two fingers and promised the serious kid: "You can try the effect. The feedback from the adventurers is not good, immediately terminate this cooperation."

"No problem." The corner of the blonde elf's mouth suddenly curved, and a fleeting smile appeared on his serious face.

Not long after the mission was released, the Demon King and the Brave collected a lot of information about "Pigeon Village":

A long time ago, Douhua Kingdom had a huge discussion on the principle of whether Douhua should be sweet or salty. The discussion lasted for more than half a year. The sweet party and the salty party were unable to convince each other and were unwilling to compromise. There are two parts: the north is the salty bean flower country where the salty party gathers, and the south is the sweet bean flower country where the sweet party is in power.

Although the Douhua Kingdom is divided into two, the essence of sweetness and saltiness has not been resolved. The dispute between the sweet party and the salty party has intensified. The disputes range from philosophical motifs to personal attacks, and eventually lead to violent conflicts and even poisoning and assassination... …eventually the two countries officially declared war.

Countless ordinary people loyal to their faith rushed to the battlefield with spoons in their hands, and died on the battlefield with nostalgia for the taste of sweet/salty bean curd; Take a break from each other and eat a bowl of tofu curd that heals the soul.

The war lasted like this for a whole year, until one day, the people of the two countries suddenly found that they could no longer afford tofu.

The nationals of the two countries finally realized that they couldn't afford it.Although unwilling, the negotiators sent by the two countries still reached an agreement: the two sides will have a final decisive battle with dignity, and will rule the bean curd industry with the taste of the winner.

According to the reliable information provided by the grandson of the grandson of the person who witnessed it, his wife and grandfather said that when they were preparing to determine the start time of the decisive battle, a handsome white dove shining with golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, leading a group of pure white doves "Cuckoo" screamed and flew over people's heads.

Shocked by this sacred and spectacular scene, the representatives of both sides unanimously decided that when the pigeons reappeared tomorrow, it would be the beginning of the final decisive battle.

That night, in the dilapidated bunkers, soldiers on both sides held empty bowls and spoons, and waited for the dawn with the firm belief that they hadn't realized their ideals.

However, the flock of pigeons did not appear on the second day; not only that, the flock of pigeons never appeared on the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth days.

... On the seventh day, the exhausted soldiers finally realized that this might be God's will: Douhua can be sweet or salty, and gentlemen are harmonious but different.

So the war ended, and the Douhua Kingdom merged into one again.

Pigeons, as a symbol of peace, are regarded as the patron saint of faith by the Douhua Kingdom. Not only are pigeons not allowed to be hunted and eaten nationwide, but they must take the initiative to salute and feed pigeons when they see them; It is regarded as a place where miracles come, and a sacred pigeon sacrifice ceremony is held every year to pray for the blessing of the ace pigeon in the coming year.

The little elf listened to the story of "Love, Peace and Dove" vividly told by the adventurer with a frozen expression. After a while, he asked with big black eyes, "Then, where is the relic of the holy battlefield?"

"It's right in the middle of Douhua Country, it's called Gugu Village now."

The author says:

I just wrote about Gugu Village, today I should change to a cute little pigeon (?) crab chasing update, but I’m sorry that this article will be changed to weekly update in the next period of time.The spicy chicken author has been working for about a month while preparing to change jobs and updating articles.Because my current writing speed is relatively slow, the update volume of [-] per week basically takes up all my time after work, resulting in no real progress in job hunting, and I am in a bad mood. In this state, the update quality is also relatively poor.Struggling for several days, I decided to update slowly, and update one every Saturday (try not to stop completely)~ Although mushrooms are gurgling, they will not be cheated. I will come back and resume a week when I finish the work. Even!So, don’t unfollow the favorites, okay? Give Ning a mushroom first~