Weird asylum, you're taking in a human being like me?

The warden seemed not to realize that the other party could speak Mandarin.

He covered his heart with his hand, pursed his lips and continued: "I'm going to learn their language right now, give me some time.

Oh no! Two months! "

After saying that, he walked straight towards the office door.

This was what the warden had in mind from the beginning.

Put it off as long as you can.

Anyway, he wasn't the one who was anxious in the end.

Before the warden could reach the door, he was blocked by one of the god goblins.

The goblin had an anxious expression, mixed with a little anger.

However, the warden seemed not to notice, and still said in a guilty tone: "I have made up my mind, so please don't try to persuade me!"

The next second, the goblin said in broken Mandarin: "No need to go to so much trouble, just send us to hell!"

Hearing this, the warden smiled half-heartedly and said, "Huh? Your learning ability is so strong? Have you already learned the language of our clan?"

The goblin nodded and said nothing.

Seeing this, the warden smiled and said: "Thank you for your generosity, but if you want to be teleported to hell, you still need to meet a condition!"

"What conditions?" the goblin asked hurriedly.

The warden thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Before teleportation, you still need to consume one trillion star sources from me.

This is a hard and fast rule! "

As soon as he said this, the goblin's eyes widened.

Before he could speak, the warden added: "To express my apology, and to make up for the psychological imbalance caused by your lack of respect.

I decided to give you a 10% discount.

In other words, you only need to consume 900 billion star sources, and we can move on to the next step. "

As he said that, the warden seemed to remember something, so he added: "Oh, by the way, the cost of teleportation remains unchanged."

"You are blackmailing!" One of the goblins angrily reprimanded the warden for his extortion behavior.

Then the goblin looked at Morrigan and said: "This noble Lord of the Old Days, your Mother Goddess Elf clan has never said that you have such conditions!"

When he said this, he deliberately used ordinary words in order for the warden to hear it.

In this way, this old man from the Mother Goddess Elf clan can put pressure on the warden so that the warden will give up his extortion against them.

After hearing what the goblin said, the warden sighed in his heart.

He originally thought that these goblins were highly intelligent creatures. After all, they were even capable of moral kidnapping.

Now it seems that there is wisdom, just a little bit, not much.

If I had known earlier, the Mother Goddess elves had a cooperative relationship with humans.

No matter how they plot against each other secretly, they must at least show the same stance openly.

Morrigan is not a fool, she naturally understands this.

So she said to the goblin in a slightly cold tone: "The final right of interpretation belongs to humans."

Morrigan's answer was exactly what the warden thought.

If someone who plays with guns can be injured by his own gun, then it's a brain problem.

Obviously, there is nothing wrong with Morrigan's mind.

At this moment, one of the goblins' expression gradually became crazy.

The aura belonging to the gods emanated from him without reservation.

At the same time, his body was squirming crazily, and his flesh and blood continued to proliferate, and he was about to reveal his true form.

He roared: "Aren't you bullying honest goblins?"

At this moment, a green halo spread from Morrigan's fingertips.

As the light circulated, a green light as thick as a bucket shot out from her fingertips.

The green light fell on the goblin who was about to manifest his true form.

At this moment, the sound in this office seemed to no longer exist.

Even the light cast by the crystal lamp overhead became dim.

That green light seemed to be the only one in this space.

No movement occurred.

But the goblin stopped changing, and his life breath disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The atmosphere in the office fell into silence.

A minute later, Morrigan's cold voice echoed in the office: "Next time, not just one god will die, but your entire clan!"

After the words fell, Morrigan's figure turned into a ball of green light, and then disappeared from the place.

At this time, the warden looked puzzled and asked: "When she talks about the whole clan, does she mean your army here, or does it include your base camp in the universe?"

Hearing the warden's words, the four remaining goblins trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, they began to tremble.

If I had to use one word to describe their current state, it would be...shaking like chaff.

By this time, the warden was too lazy to pretend anymore.

He waved his hand and said: "Oh, by the way, I would also like to trouble you to clean up the walls of this building.

Otherwise, my colleagues won't be able to come back and continue working.

If they don't come back to work here, the transmission channel to hell will not be opened. "

After saying that, he didn't bother to care about these goblins and walked straight towards the office door.

In the next half day, the 300,000 star-rated goblins transformed into cleaners.

They took the cleaning tools they bought from the mall, and then built a human wall to paint the entire building spotless.

In order to cover up the stench, the four leading gods even spent a huge amount of money to buy perfume and sprayed it around the building crazily.

After the building was cleaned, they went into the mall again.

Just to complete the task of spending 900 billion.

But this group of goblins was so poor that they were almost urinating blood, how could they get 900 billion star sources.

In order to meet this condition, they could only contact the tribe and ask the tribe to send star sources.

It is worth mentioning that the most purchased thing by this group of goblins was a life-size pillow printed with anime characters.

Under the instruction of the warden, a life-size pillow was sold to them directly for 5,000 star sources.

There was a lot of backlog of this stuff in the warehouse.

This trip actually cleared out the long-overdue goods.

In the end, this group of goblins took a day to finally complete the consumption task of 900 billion.

Then, in extreme reluctance and satisfaction, they embarked on the transmission channel to hell.

After sending this batch of goblins away, the warden roughly calculated the profits.

When he figured out the result, his old face was almost smiling.

This group of goblins did not have a huge discount like the first batch of vegetative people.

They were all at the original price, and star-level lives also had to be calculated.

The profits brought by this teleportation alone were enough for the entire human civilization to squander for a while.