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No wonder, compared to the few green goblins with fur on their faces, wide mouths and buck teeth, and the pair of green-skinned goblins with one free buy and one free buy, the boy in front of them was so handsome that he was so handsome. Speaking of which, apart from the weird black eyes, he was just a handsome face that could be made into posters.

Of course, based on the aesthetics of goblins, Al is indeed very freakish.

"What's your name?"

"His name is Al, Master." Boss Gova rushed to answer.

"Al, if it weren't for your dark eyes, I would have thought you were a dwarf..." The knowledgeable ogre master murmured. In fact, the dwarf with a big head, small body, long arms, short legs, and disproportionate figure is easy to identify, while Al is just short and has a very well-proportioned body.

"The master is right, he is just a freak." Gewa shouted vigorously: "Look at his yellow skin, dark eyes, hairless hands, and stupid pig-like head, there is no goblin's awareness. Tsk tsk, killing him will cause your hands to be dirty."

"Yes, yes! Your hands are dirty..." Several others agreed in unison.

The ogre smiled honestly, and the following sentence almost made the five people lose. "Thank you for saving me."

"Thank you?" The goblins looked at me, and I looked at you, with an expression of seeing the dead.

After saying that, the green butcher readily took off a ring from his hand and threw it to Al from afar. "This is the reward for you."

The boy hurriedly caught it and held it tightly in his palm.

"Gudong" The remaining four goblins swallowed their saliva. Without seeing anything else, they saw a longan-sized gem drawing a beautiful arc and landing into Al's palm.

When Al was still staring at the butcher's back as he walked away, he didn't know that the palm of his hand had been broken apart by everyone.

"Wow..." The huge ruby ​​ring handed over the dirty palm, causing a series of exclamations. Comparing the size of his eyes, Pique couldn't help but praise him: "Boss, please take back your previous words. Al made the most correct decision today."

Boss Gewa stared at the gems that were constantly moving in the hands of his friend. He swallowed his throat and could not say a word...

After a while, the ring finally returned to Al's hands. Although the four of them had unconcealed greed, no one dared to embezzle the property that already belonged to Al's.

Those who get nothing for nothing will fall into hell forever. This is also one of the most important rules for goblins.

In fact, the goblin clan that advocates management and creation can continue from now on, and the strict, complete and deeply rooted in the law system has made great contributions. How can that be said? When morality collapses, it depends on the law to release its glory.

"Smile, man." Pique hit Al's shoulder. "At least you have money to buy New Gaolun!"

Al's eyes lit up, "Well! There is also the money to exchange grandpa for his spine!"

The four of them climbed up the dark steel Gaolun and took Al to leave...

Walking out of the Colosseum where the lights were turned off, he was immediately caught in a crowded stream. Al politely rejected Kaba's suggestion to take him to the machinery shop he opened to buy New Gaolun, and jumped on Pique's Gaolun and went home first.

At this time, the dungeon was crowded with people, and the lights were like day. The winding paths were like spider webs, passing through the bloated houses that had accumulated randomly and had no aesthetic sense. The lights on both sides of the road cut through the endless dark curtains and continued to spread to the distance.

Vendors shouting along the way, mechanical workshops spraying fireworks, huge beasts carrying boxes, and countless strange machines mixed in the crowded city... They are filled with crowded cities, and they are nakedly declaring to the lowly outsiders the prosperity that belongs only to the goblins.

Eyes are certain.

But in the city of goblins, almost no one dares to take action.

Because, whether it is the cold steel high lunar calendar, the terrifying war machinery, the brutal raising monsters and countless high-end scrolls that are set off as fireworks, they are all nightmares for all the reckless men who dare to peek at the wealth of goblins.

As the most famous trading city in Espinia, Nime City is also crowded even if it is just a slum on the edge of the "glow spider web" outlined by the lights.

Like marginalized streets, the poorest group of people living here are the rich city where "the sewers are flowing with gold coins".

Like all the same people who wear rings into fists, the goblins in the slums also have their own pride. Just like the words they say every day: "We are inferior people than the masters in the city; but compared to the non-haired outsiders, even the mice in the back alley become cute!"

The reason is very simple, because

"We are noble goblins! The creator of the greatest civilization in the Esnia continent!"

Therefore, there are miracles in the slums of goblins.

As long as you are here, your eyes will naturally be attracted by the tall and magnificent Colosseum in the center of the staggered and low shanty town.

The Rust-Blood Colosseum squats at the end of Feichen Lane. It is the pride of the entire slum and an important source of life for countless "untouchables". Although the street called Feichen Lane is inconspicuous, it is also the longest and straightest street in Nime City.

But then again, no matter how fat your intestines are, they are not as thick as your thighs. The audiences entering and leaving the Colosseum make the streets more crowded. This is the moment that can test the ability of the manipulators. Pique stopped chatting with each other carefully, carefully manipulating Gaolun, and struggling forward in the crowd.

As a pariah whose number of slums is second only to rats, Al, like many people, does not have a fixed career. He usually relies on odd jobs or errands to deliver letters to others. When it comes to the Colosseum performance, the boy with Gaolun will act as a gladiator's assistant and earn rare and generous rewards.

Although it is dangerous, there are more goblins who sign up to be Gladiator every time. If it weren't for Gova's cousin as the administrator's cousin, Al and his friends wouldn't have the chance at all.

He has a wide connection and a big face, which is why Gova can become the boss.

Al and Pique both live in Rabbit Ear Alley.

Compared to the single-family Pique family, Al's situation is much worse. He and his old grandfather rented a crowded hive hotel.

The hotel rooms are small and crowded, like dense beehives, each filled with poor families. As for this hotel, the Al family, who only lives in two people, has become the envy of other tenants.

The owner of the Hive Hotel is a strict and upright elderly goblin. The tenants who can be left behind are all honest people with clean hands and feet. Therefore, although they live in a crowded place, their neighbors get along very well on weekdays.

Al's Gaolun inherited to his grandfather.

It is said that when my grandfather was young, he was a very famous gladiator assistant in the Colosseum. He broke his spine by accident and had to leave the stage he loved.

Later, Al inherited his career and became the only gladiator assistant at the Honeycomb Hotel. So in a sense, Al, who owns Gaolun, is one of the few shining points that the entire hotel is worthy of pride.

Sliding down from Gaolun's shoulder, Al waved his hand to the partner who had sent him home, and turned to walk into the hotel.

"Brother Al, Green Skin won again, right?" As soon as he walked into the hotel lobby, Al was surrounded by the 'winter melon head' covered with hair. The young goblins also had pleats on their faces. The only obvious difference was the soft white hair on their bald head.

"Yes, he killed the dragon!" Al smiled and distributed the candy he had scattered before the performance to everyone.

"Long live" In fact, the children didn't care who was the winner, and they surrounded him more for Al's candy. The boss wearing gold-rimmed glasses slowly raised his head from behind the counter and greeted Al with an expressionless face. Al smiled and responded, whistling as usual, walking up the spiral stairs.

Rows of houses surrounded by stairs, like beer barrels piled together. Compared to round wine barrels, each room here is a hexagonal column with a slump. There is a door in front and a window in the back, which is indeed a hive.

The goblins are short in size, and the height of the building is useless except to make up for the shortcomings of their hearts. The beehive hotel has abandoned the hypocritical height to the greatest extent and started working on the length, so each beehive rented is very long.

"Grandpa. How do you feel today?" Al yelled as soon as he entered the door.

"Ahem, I'm still the same as before, I won't die for a while." A recliner was leaning against the windowsill behind the house, and a long but full of breath was coming from there.

The broken spine did not affect grandpa's upper body. When Al entered the door, the old goblin was taking off his reading glasses and putting them on the coffee table beside him.

"Grandpa, Gaolun is scrapped." Al put one of his grandfather's feet on his thighs and kneaded them carefully.

"Yes." The old goblin closed his eyes tightly and snorted without comment.

"Aren't you sad?" The little trick failed. Al said with disappointment: "I thought you would scold me."

Al's lost expression hit his eyes, and the old goblin immediately smiled and said, "Child, you have always regarded Gaolun as more important than anything else. So, if this is a frustrating thing, you will be sad first, don't you?"

Al muttered, “In turn, because I’m very calm, this is not bad news.”

The old goblin caressed the boy's soft black hair lovingly and said softly: "Tell me, child. What happened?"

Al took out the gem ring and told his grandfather in detail what happened in the Colosseum.

"Good quality." The goblin held up reading glasses and carefully inspected the gems inlaid on the ring under the light.

"Grandpa, is it enough to change your spine?" Al said worriedly.

"Enough, I think you can also own a blue copper highlon."

"Blue-Bronze-level Gaolun?!" It turned out to be a blue-Bronze-level Gaolun that surpassed the black iron! Oh my God, with it, Al doesn't have to be a gladiator assistant anymore. He can directly apply to become a gladiator, and even be qualified to become a respectable caravan mercenary!

"Grandpa, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Al couldn't wait for a moment.

Roger’s modification shop is the most famous grocery shop in the slums. Grandpa’s old acquaintance and the owner of this shop. Roger warmly welcomed the grandparents and grandchildren.

While Al was wandering around, Roger whispered: "Old guy, this gem is enough to impress the great witch doctor. Use a great rejuvenation technique to regain your life. There is no need to endure such great pain and risk death to replace a mechanical spine."

The old goblin smiled faintly, "Old guy, for an old person who has stepped into the grave with one foot, the rejuvenation technique is too luxurious. The effort and reward are not proportional at all, which is not in line with our beliefs. Besides, Al is still young, and he needs a blue-bronze-level Gaolun to realize his dream. I think you can satisfy him."

Roger sighed, "As you wish, I will give him a blue-bronze-grade Gaolun..."

The old goblin smiled and reminded: "And my spine."

"Yes, there is that damn spine!" (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net

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