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　　 Wow!

　　 "Dare to steal Lao Tzu's money?! Don't kill you!"

　　 On the screen, a burly adventurer was grabbing another thief punching and kicking, and everyone around him stepped aside.

Although the space of 　　 Lottery Ticket House is large, it can't stand the crowds. Among them, there are a lot of thieves working here.

　　 Before Lot could react, on the screen, another group of people began to scuffle, only because one of them won the money, and the other guy who had lost everything changed to grab it.

　　 The people around him suddenly moved away again—the panic and irritability began to spread.

　　 The goblins looked at the humans in the hall, sneered and sighed that they had energy again.

　　 "Send a death knight to stop! Now!"

Lott yelled at the railing below. He is not a simple-minded monster. If there is a dispute in a casino, then the flustered mood will soon infect other people-they are here for fun. What's the matter without security?

　　 The goblins were startled when they heard the lord roaring like this, and then they began to panic command and dispatch again.

After a while, a team of powerful black-clad knights appeared on the screen. They kicked the fighting people out of the field. All of them were relieved, and then they continued to buy frogs, and goblins. At the domain hall where we are, the energy value began to drop a bit.

　　 "Disputes arise between human beings, and then fights are triggered. We also have income here. Isn't that bad? Why stop it?"

　　 Maria asked strangely, this is also what the other goblins thought.

　　 "If you don't stop it, don't even think about opening this shop anymore."

　　 Lott's words made the monsters not quite understand, but they didn't say anything.

　　 Seeing fierce shouts erupting on the screen again and cheers and curses at the end, the goblins here also celebrated with champagne.

　　 Unlike the reaction of the monsters, Lott frowned and looked at the emotional value of the human in the room on the screen.

　　 Anger and happiness each account for one-third, and the rest is a lot of suppressed emotions such as jealousy, sadness, and joy.

　　 They need to vent!

　　 A lot of emotions accumulated in my heart will cause problems!

　　 Thinking of this, Lott immediately shouted at the following:

　　 "In one minute, get me a tavern right away! Hurry up!"

　　 The little monsters were a little dazed when they heard it, and they were a bit at a loss for the various commands that the lord suddenly appeared.

Finally, under the instructions of the surrounding red hat leaders, they quickly operated the machinery, while some guys kept waving the short staff in their hands. Under the combined force of the machinery and magic, a simulation of a small tavern appeared on the screen. —It looks like an uncolored 3D model—you need to nod and agree with the lord before you can inject energy into it, and then transform the relevant objects into entities.

　　 "Make the tavern bigger for me." Lott stood on it and instructed: "There is also a sign next to it indicating what this tavern can do."

　　 The goblins added something to the tavern model on the screen according to the order. Finally, the following leader looked up and asked: "It's alright, sir, can you see it now?"

　　 Lott looked at it for a while, then nodded in satisfaction:

　　 "Okay, let's get started."

　　 "Oh, my lord!"

　　...

　　 Gil lost all the bag of gold coins he had obtained before, and he was dejected, squeezing out the crowd who was still screaming, and after coming outside, he became more and more angry:

　　 "I bought Napoleon a long time ago, and that guy jumped so fast, really..."

　　 At the end, I smashed the empty bag in my hand **** the ground, and at the same time felt a bit dry in my throat—because I kept screaming inside just now.

　　 "Go and find a pub outside."

　　The mercenary said as he stepped forward and planned to walk towards the exit that leads to the outside of the dungeon. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was a large pub next to the lottery house...

　　"..."

　　 When was this built again? ?

　　 Jill, who felt speechless for a while, turned his head and looked around. In the square with not many people, there were only these two buildings.

　　 "Forget it, go in for a drink."

　　 Seeing the adventurers coming in naturally, Jill couldn’t help but walked inside, but when he got closer, he found a sign standing next to the tavern:

　　 "Drinking, venting, fighting, and no murder."

　　"..."

　　What breaks the rules?

　　 After pushing the door in, a huge hustle and bustle rushed toward his face. Looking around, the entire tavern hall was full of seats, and the business seemed quite prosperous.

　　 "Most of them came from the lottery shop next door."

Jill said as he walked, and found that there were some knights wrapped in bright silver armor in the corner of the wall. Lott asked the elite monsters on the ninth floor—the death knights to be transferred here to maintain law and order, and to modify them outside. After downloading, it will be online.

　　 The knight is only level 40. After all, the level of the entire dungeon is only level 4. However, the number of adventurers who come and go is generally only about level 10, and level 20 is a handful of them, so it is reasonable to deal with it.

　　 "These should be guards, right?"

Jill looked at the few silver-armored knights who were sitting on the wall like ordinary guards. They were wrapped in airtight armor and crossed their arms. UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked down and thoughtful. , It makes people think that these guys sneaked over from other posts to catch fish.

　　 "Wait, is there a guard here? Why don't I know?"

　　Dungeon Jill has been here several times, but today’s strange things happened one after another, but his increasingly dry throat made him stop thinking, and quickly walked towards the front bar.

　　 "Come on, ale buddy."

　　 Behind the bar, the burly bartender listened, crossed his arms, did not move, and looked at him so coldly.

　　 "What's wrong?! I have money!"

　　 Gilton was a little hairy, and with a snap, he patted a gold coin on the bar.

　　The bartender glanced at the gold coin and sneered: "Are you a mercenary? I'm so courageous, I dare to sit here."

　　 "What's wrong with sitting here?!"

　　 "Because this is my location!"

　　 A voice rang from behind, and at the same time a powerful hand struck Jill's shoulder vigorously, "I just went to the toilet, so you dare to go first?! Are you bored with your life?!"

　　 Now, Jill understands it, but he didn't plan to stand up—because of the loss of money, the long-depressed emotions urgently need to find a place to vent. This guy is just right, but now his throat is very thirsty!

　　 At this time, the bartender in front pushed him a glass of very pure spirits and smiled and urged:

　　 "This cup is for you, Mr. Mercenary, I wish you a better time when you beat people."

　　 "Thank you!" Jill took the glass, raised his head and drank it, "Ha! Good wine!"

　　 After finishing speaking, he stood up and turned around and snapped, and directly smashed the wine glass on the head of the guy behind...

　　 represents the energy of anger begins to soar! (To be continued)