book of old days

Chapter 42

Sean closed the journal and stuffed it into his pocket.

He hid the dimension pocket in his inner pocket, so that he could take anything out of the pocket at any time like Doraemon, as if by magic.

I have to say, this thing is really convenient, now he can bring his belongings and luggage anytime and anywhere.

He would like to get more if he can.

"Wednesday, Wednesday!"

Sean yelled twice, and Wednesday quickly appeared at the door, looking at him calmly.

"Let them prepare, we are going to start today's call."

The treasure thief goblin was going to be summoned today. Now that he had found a way to make a fortune, he would naturally have to come a few more times. He didn't have too many dimensional pockets, or it would be good to get some other magic items if he was lucky.

He feels that he has found a stable source of resources, and is quite satisfied with it.

When he went into the basement, the goblins were ready.

He closed the cellar door and nailed a plank to make sure nothing could escape, then took the Book of Old Days from his pocket, put the crown on the cellar floor, and read Glancing at the dwarves, the little guys immediately formed a circle around the crown knowingly, holding the thing in their hands, closed their eyes, and moved very skillfully.

Sean was very satisfied. At this moment, his mood was expectant and relaxed. He opened the book with ease and read the summoning spell on it.

[A weak existence from a distant country. 】

[Cunning mind, sneaky figure, greedy heart, a thief who does not care about his life for the treasure]

【I will show you with my beloved, I will seduce you with precious possessions, and I will guard against you with a guarded heart】

[In the name of the contract signed between your and my ethnic group and the ancient times. 】

[I order you to appear in this world. 】

He turned his back to the crown, so he was not sure about the summoning process, but he was sure that the summoning ceremony should have been successful, just like every time before, until a huge shadow blocked the light of the torch, and an inexplicable phenomenon appeared. The oppressive feeling made him turn around abruptly.

What appeared in front of his eyes was a huge three-meter-tall monster, whose head almost reached the ceiling. Its bloated body looked ugly and terrifying. It looked like a pile of deformed meat mountains in the dark. It was covered with tumors and The folds of fat meat gave off a stench all over.

For a few seconds, Sean thought he was hallucinating, until the monster looked at him with ugly yellow eyes, and he was jolted awake.

Come on, something went wrong again!
"Copy the guy!" he yelled, put the book in his pocket, and took out his revolver.

bang bang bang!The bullets kept shooting at the monster's face and chest. The monster howled in pain, but obviously failed to cause fatal injuries.

The dwarves faithfully carried out Sean's orders and rushed towards the monster's big feet on Monday wielding a kitchen knife.

Tuesday threw rocks vigorously, causing a little disturbance, and Wednesday stood in front of Sean. His weapon was still the stick. Sean doubted that this thing could cause any harm, but loyalty deserves to be rewarded.

Attacks were launched from behind the monster on Thursday and Friday.

There are also two gnomes who don't know what they are doing.

Sean's last bullet aimed at the monster's eye, which was perhaps its only weak point.

boom!Missed.

Then Sean saw the monster squash Monday, grab another goblin, and fling it flying against the wall.

Sean put away the pistol and took out the shotgun.

This kind of shotgun is used by local hunters to hunt and kill ferocious beasts. It is so powerful that even a bear can be killed with one shot if it hits a vital point.

He aimed at the monster and fired a shot. The bullet hit the monster's body, blasting a big hole in the bloody flesh. The monster let out a horrible scream, which shocked Sean almost dizzy. He saw the monster looking at him, There was a ferocious light in his eyes, and at that moment he was so frightened that a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Up, up, up, give it all to me!" Sean yelled, while stepping back to reload himself, this kind of shotgun can only press one bullet at a time, it's really cheating, what's more terrible is that he panicked so much at this time , this kind of antique shotgun has a special complexity...

The monster rushed towards him, moving its two big fat legs clumsily, and the folds of fat hung down from its belly, dangling.

Xiao En suddenly realized that this thing was really a treasure thief goblin, but he didn't know why it was so huge, could it be a mutant?He didn't have time to think too much.

Before the bullet was inserted, the monster had already approached. Sean hurriedly retreated, but when he retreated to the stairs, he realized that the door was sealed for 'safety'.

The monster was getting closer and closer. Xiao En was quick-witted and pulled down a rope on the pillar beside him. Then an iron cage fell from the sky and was fastened on the monster's head.

This was originally a trap used to capture treasure-thieving goblins, and it acted as a momentary obstacle at a critical moment.

Taking advantage of the time when the monster was in a hurry to remove the cage, Sean bent down, walked around the monster, and hid in the farthest corner.

As soon as the monster took off the iron cage, a dwarf attacked it from behind, and made two holes in the monster's buttocks with a pitchfork. The monster turned around and grabbed the brave little guy, and then bit it off. its head.

Sean watched his scalp tingle and anger welled up, who was that little goblin, Thursday or Saturday?It doesn't matter anymore, thank God, the bullet is finally stuffed in, he raised the shotgun, took a deep breath, exhaled, inhaled again, he forced himself to calm down, the muzzle adjusted, from the monster's fat head Moved to the nape of the neck, which looked more vulnerable, and pulled the trigger again.

boom!The bullet made a hole in the monster's neck. The monster stood still for a moment, swayed twice, and fell down like a mountain of meat.

There was deathly silence in the basement, only the stench and bloody smell permeated the air, and the sound of gurgling came from under the monster's body, it was the sound of blood flowing out.

It took a while for Sean to recover from the shock. He reloaded the shotgun with another bullet and shot the monster in the head to make sure that the monster had no livelihood, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

A groan came from under the monster's body, and Sean saw two short legs protruding from under the monster's piled belly. It was Wednesday, poor little guy.

It took Sean a lot of effort to drag Wednesday out from under the monster's belly. It looked like it had only one breath left, its stomach was crushed, at least a few ribs were broken, and maybe its internal organs were injured.

Sean saw the messy scene and the few dwarves who survived tremblingly around him, turned around and opened the door of the basement, and couldn't wait to crawl out with Wednesday in his arms.

Sitting on the floor of the lobby on the first floor, Sean looked at Wednesday moaning on the ground in a daze. It was the first time he had experienced such a tragic battle. If he was less lucky, he might have to confess today. High-level summoning rituals can also bring such dangers.

Wednesday groaned again, and its painful expression brought Sean back to his senses. By the way, the spiritual water, he subconsciously reached for the dimension pocket, but he hesitated the moment he touched the bottle.

Why do you do that?These dwarf goblins are just dispensable consumables. I can summon more at any time, but the spiritual water is a rare life-saving spiritual thing, so use a little less.

Perhaps letting it run its course is the right choice.

However, seeing Wednesday's painful expression, Sean finally took out the bottle. He unscrewed the cap and sighed secretly. After all, he still couldn't do anything.

Forget it, such a small thing should not be used much.

He squeezed Wednesday's mouth open, and poured the spiritual water into it carefully, for fear of leaking a drop.

I poured a bottle cap a little more, hesitated for a while, and added three or five more drops.

Watching Wednesday's breathing even out, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

He plugged the cap of the bottle of spiritual water and shook it. There was still more than half of the bottle in it, and he put it back in his pocket with some distress.

Looking back, Sean saw the remaining dwarves coming out of the basement as well. He could recognize them now. The ones who died were Friday, Monday, and Thursday.

The remaining few were all injured, this was really a tragic battle.

Sean found that the combat effectiveness of these dwarf goblins was almost zero except for helping to catch the thief, but they still attracted a few times of firepower, so we should try to let them go to the battlefield as little as possible in the future.

He glanced at the basement again, and could vaguely see the huge corpse of the monster, and the stench was gradually spreading towards the outside.

He closed the basement door to temporarily block the smell. Sean had a headache, what should I do with this thing?And what about the crown?

He didn't think the appearance of this monster was an accident, especially after being threatened and cursed by the old treasure thief goblin just yesterday.

Could it be that the old goblin arranged this thing?This seems unbelievable, or it may just be my own bad luck.

But no matter what, this accident was a huge reminder to him.

Sean took out the summoning log and compared it with the previous records.

Now he has some doubts about his speculations, the monster in front of him is not weak on the outside, [cunning mind, sneaky figure, greedy heart, a thief who puts his life on the line for treasure], none of these things are perfect. Way to equate with the big guy in the basement.

Could it be that this description applies to the entire race, and as long as they belong to the same race, even individuals that do not meet the standards can also be summoned?

If he is summoning a person, is it possible to summon an 80-year-old man in a hospital bed, or a professional fighting champion?

So can a more detailed description be added to reduce this variable?

Sean couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)