The Death Knell

Drink, listen to music, eat snacks in the bar, and occasionally chat with the bar owner.

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After waiting for a long time, no one came to inform Su Ming that the witch wanted to see them or something.

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On the contrary, the people from the Destruction Legion came over and asked Death Knell for gold again and again, as if they were addicted to shopping.

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"Naughty, this old lady is too naughty." Su Ming complained to Luther while taking out the gold cake and slapped it in the leopard girl's claws: "I said before that someone will come to us soon, Maybe she overheard it, and as a result, she didn't come on purpose, just to make fun of me."

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"If it's true as you said, the people in this village haven't seen outsiders for a year, and it's normal for witches to want to play with us as outsiders." Luther sat firmly on the bar stool, without further ado. After drinking, he doesn't really care what others think, he just thinks the village is noisy.

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But when it comes to magic, which he basically doesn't know much about, he knows that it's useless even if he's in a hurry. Even the death knell is here drinking and waiting, which means there's no other way.

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Death Knell, who ordered another glass of wine, smiled and shook his head. He watched calmly as the golden wine fell into the glass, hitting the wall of the glass and causing waves.

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The good witch can actually be regarded as a different world equivalent of the parrot fairy, and both have their own advantages.

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She can't be as youthful as a parrot. Compared with the other person who will retain youth and beauty in old age and death, she has an appearance that matches her age, and she fails to manage her body. She is so fat that her waist and height are about the same.

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But what corresponds to this flaw is that she is freer, she doesn't need to stay in Fort Huike, she can still exert her full combat power, and she doesn't need to worry about the situation of parrots that will become weaker after leaving the castle.

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Anyway, Su Ming finds it very interesting, and is also very curious about female spellcasters, in this multiple-choice question, is appearance more important, or strength is more important?

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Often this will be a multiple-choice question. If you want to have more than one choice, you should basically make a deal with the devil or the evil god.

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As for the good witch not appearing, of course Su Ming has a solution.

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For example, let Strangler kidnap all the villagers and kill a hostage every 30 seconds.

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You can grab a random person and drag him out of the village slowly.

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It is also possible to launch a Dark Demon sign here, or some other conspicuous sign, to attract the Horde army to investigate.

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There are always more ways than difficulties.

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It's just that these methods are too extreme. Everyone needs the cooperation of a good witch and the help of intelligence. It's best not to use these unstable methods.

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Besides, it was originally a matter of just waiting to get the desired result, so why bother?

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Sure enough, after I realized that I had noticed the fat witch's prank, it didn't take long for a red butterfly to fly in from outside the window, flutter its wings and land on the bar. After blowing out a small cloud of smoke, it became took a note.

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"There is also the scent of perfume on the note. Thinking of the scent of an old lady with a wrinkled face, I think this is really a crime committed by the nose." Glancing at the message on the note, Su Ming stood up and prepared to act, of course, also Didn't forget to tell Luther a bad joke.

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The bald man also stood up silently, and he gestured to Yamozhuo to follow:

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"You are almost a perfect human being, Slade, with strong strength and a good mind. The only thing is that various psychotic symptoms have detracted from you."

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"Hehe, I'm not the same as you who pursue perfection, and I never give people a score." Death Knell took out the gold and put it on the bar to check out, and patted Damian's back, who was drinking heavily, indicating that he should set off. "I just want to live a comfortable life. Humans are not perfect, don't you still have no hair?"

In fact, Luther, who was turned back into a human by chaos magic, had grown hair, but since the image of his bald head was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that it was almost a live advertisement for the company, he shaved it off himself and kept his personality as always.

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The four people and one cat walked out of the bar like this. After Luther summoned the team members who went shopping through the communication, everyone walked towards the other side of the town.

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When passing through the square, Su Ming also glanced at the church here, and found that the **** worshiped here was the Crystal Goddess, a local ancient god.

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The crowd was still dancing and carnival. When they got tired of dancing, they would jump into the fountain in the square to take a bath and play water fights with each other. This also caused a faint rainbow to appear above the square. Accompanied by people's laughter, it really had the smell of a peach blossom garden.

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There is a big difference between different kinds of laughter. Hearing the kind of laughter of a clown or a maniacal bat will instantly make people understand that they are crazy.

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Because they laughed too sincerely and for too long. Normal people don't do that.

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As he moved forward, Death Knell also danced under the incomprehensible gazes of the team members. He quickly flipped his hands and danced awkwardly with any villagers who passed by.

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However, the speed of action is not reduced at all, and there is no deviation in direction.

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Rice didn't say a word, and immediately followed behind and started to learn. Although he didn't know the use of this skill, his father knew it, and he would too.

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"He's so crazy, Luther." Grude communicated silently to the bald hair through his psychic ability, and the expression on his face was not very natural at this time: "This death knell is so different from the one we know on Earth 0, he let him I think of the clown, shouldn't he want to kill us too?"

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"No." The gorilla's voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and Luther didn't even change his expression, he still followed the death knell steadily: "If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago. , you don't need to pay for these things at all."

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"But...I don't like lunatics."

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Grude was a little tangled, obviously having some concerns.

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"Don't pull me if you want to die. He didn't kill you last time, not because you were as useful as me, but just for Barry's sake." With a modest smile, he silently communicated with the orangutan: "If you provoke him again, then I guess you'll be screwed up, let's say it first, you will find your own way, I can't help you."

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Luthor has a very clear understanding of himself, and can even guess his position in some backup plans of Death Knell.

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For example, once at war with the Justice League, when Deathstroke goes to deal with Batman, he is the candidate to hold back Superman, and he must have a way to make himself choose this path.

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The reason for my survival is to be useful. Now this 'chorus' is all about skills and no emotion.

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"I don't mean to go against him, but... can you help me with a word to make him smile less? The mask-like smile on his face always looks the same, the curvature of the corners of his mouth, the muscles used , Even the angle of the beard and the hair has never changed, and the smile is the same dozens of times!"

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Grude finally explained his reasons, he felt fear.

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