Hey, King!

2021-10-26

Chapter 331 Chapter 334 Mandatory Healing
Secret Namiris South City Guard Station, Dagon and his The sign was brought here by the elf patrolling soldiers. There's a soft futon between him and the ground, but the "pick quarrels and stir up trouble five" he's brought with him is less comfortable: there's only bruises and moans between them.

After they came, the elves didn't ask questions, just let them stay in the room. The door was unlocked and could be opened with a push, and a half-elf guard stood far away in the corridor outside. Although he hid himself in the shadow of the colonnade, he could not escape the sense of dragon. Dagon immediately understood the arrangement: Anyone who left the room without permission was a ready-made crime.

"Lacely...Lacely," Dagon said naturally to himself, "Can't you really think of something new?"

"Um... ..." The mercenary who fell to the ground groaned. They looked at Dagon and thought it was a monster. Originally received a simple task: harass and drive away the dwarves holding a sign opposite the New World management office. How hard is this? Several people thought. They first went to "good words to persuade", and then they were ready to speak with their fists. Fist language was only halfway through, and Dagon knocked them all over.

He even sat on the ground the whole time without getting up.

"Does it hurt?" Except on the way to the guard station, Dagon stood up again. He walked to the five wounded fellows, holding the holy symbol of Ori in his hand. "I'll treat your injuries."

"Don't be kind! You're such a hypocritical..." Before the man could finish speaking, he was already enveloped in divine energy. The rays of light, a mix of red and white, sweep across the body, the pain is instantly relieved, and a warm and relaxing feeling pervades the wound.

"Don't let him heal! He can heal!" a man with a bloody nose and swollen face screamed in the corner of the room, shaking feebly despite his dislocated arm. "He can be cured! We won't be able to tell when the elf asks!"

"Did the elf promise to heal you?" Dagon shook his head and quickly healed the two. He spread the sense of dragon, and the half-elf hidden on the porch showed great curiosity about the sound in the room, but never stepped out to check. Like a mirror in his heart, Dagon walked towards the remaining wounded and said, "You can't beat me when you're safe, and now you can't even get hurt. Don't want to be treated? You can refuse to try. It won't come. Come, let me see your..."

"Ahhh! Don't come here!"

"It's weird." Dagon stretched out his hand, blocking the Open the man's only arm that is not dislocated. He grabbed the man's chin with the same hand, twisted ka ka, and punched him in the ribs. The man let out a "wow" and immediately collapsed, and Dagon took the opportunity to use his healing spell.

For the compulsory treatment of martial power, Dagon can also be regarded as creating a new Sect.

Dagon healed everything, and these people were farther away from him. They figured it out, and if they couldn't beat him, he would still treat him. If you really annoy the dwarf, turn it into a back-and-forth cycle of beating, then healing, pulling up, and beating again. Although there will be no fatal wounds and repercussions, it will still hurt to be beaten!
By the way, it's not all without repercussions. Psychological trauma should be counted.

"Are you all honest?" Dagon looked at the five people opposite him with a very serious expression, and said, "You are all mercenaries, how much is the reward for this mission?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Someone stubbornly refused to admit it: "We're just looking at you..."

Dagon tugged at his beard and said calmly, "Although it's a bit difficult, I should You can control the strength of your fists and restore your injury to the previous state. I have worked as a mercenary (following Shiroai) and ran through the caravan, don't you know what you guys are doing?"

The mercenary's fist may not be hard enough, but there are still smart people: "The elves don't want to make you comfortable, we can't say more about the rest. Thank you for your treatment, don't beat it and don't cure it. Stop it, priest."

"Don't disturb priests who are praying and meditating in the future, and don't take such tasks again."

"We already know this is the result, and naturally we won't bother you again. You gave us treatment this time, what about next time? If the treatment fee is counted, our mission will still be compensated."

Dagon nods and said: "I will go to the Academy's rest day in six days. Hold a sign there. If I see you again, I won't be merciful. You can tell other people this situation, just say that the fool dwarf said, everyone has a chance to be beaten and healed."

"We're just guys with poor ability among mercenaries. Aren't you afraid of stronger people? Your martial arts are very good, but also not invincible?"

Dagon Nodding, he said: "When the elves started trying to drive me away, I knew that I would eventually fail. This is the city of elves, and they have too many resources to use, far more than me. Even if I pass the mercenary level, Will there be a sorcerer? Maybe I can't wait for the elf mage, the sorcerer in the mercenary is enough to get me. By the way, and the Rogue who appears and disappears unpredictably, I can't always look around."

"We saw your sign, it says that it is about citizenship, right?" A mercenary said: "With your skills and being a student of the Academy, it is not difficult to obtain the right to live in the flying city, right? You Have you been to the Flying City, is it good?"

"The Flying City is brand new, of course it's pretty good. But you'd better learn to fly and levitate, otherwise it's easy for you to go up, but difficult to get down safely. Whatever it is, what takes off from the ground always falls back to the ground—in one form or another..." Dagon slammed his fist into his palm, making a crunch of metal slamming.

"No wonder your fists are so hard, so you have metal gauntlets under your leather gloves!" "I have been to the Flying City, and I am also a citizen. It will not be difficult to live in the Flying City in the future. But I cannot accept that the elves discriminate against the Jiangu people so much. This is a bad omen, and it will definitely bring bad luck and misfortune. Human beings and other five races stand firmly together, and this is the only way to resist the invasion of subterranean monsters, and this brings peace. Discrimination and exclusion cannot be tolerated in this union."

"That is Spirit. The matter of King and your dwarves electing the king."

"If the alliance collapses and the Infinite Labyrinth is not held, the monsters will kill you first when they come, instead of the Spirit King and the elected king." Dagon looked at the mercenary and asked, "Have you heard about the hiring quest to go to the Infinite Labyrinth? How do you feel?"

A mercenary rubbed his fingers and said, "The price given by the elves. Very fair, that's a good job. I want to go too, but the mercenary training school is full, so I can't join."

"Are there many mercenaries who want to go?"

"A lot, quite a lot. Dwarves, don't worry about whether the Infinite Labyrinth can be defended all day long. I think the number of mercenaries who went there this time is extremely large, far exceeding the usual number sent by the elves. The defense force of the Infinite Labyrinth Only going up, not..."

Dagon laughed without saying a word. What the mercenaries said before about work remuneration has reference value, and the latter about the defense force of the infinite labyrinth... just listen to it as a joke. He is not the commander of the infinite labyrinth battle, how does he know the rise and fall of the defensive power?

Now it seems that the elves' method of using mercenaries has worked, especially when everyone "approves" this approach in their hearts, and has the concept of "it's okay". If the Infinite Labyrinth remains stable and safe for a few years, the concept will take hold, at least in the minds of short lifespan humans.

Dagon has been thinking about the plans of the Spirit, and he believes in the long-term planning ability of the Spirit King and the Prime Minister. Now there must be a very elite elf army hidden near the Infinite Labyrinth. If it encounters danger, it will respond quickly, concentrate its strength to quickly extinguish the danger, and ensure that the defense line of the Infinite Labyrinth is safe and sound.

It's good to have such a unit, but it's not necessarily always good in the long run: it breeds a mind paralyzed. Moreover, even if the defense line of the Infinite Labyrinth is not safe, it is said that the elves can escape from the garrison, and the mortality rate of other races is increased, and the race with the slowest population replenishment will inevitably lose more.

Dagon can figure all this out, but can he tell all this to the mercenary in front of him? He also knew that if this kind of "analysis" came out of his mouth, it would not be a mercenary that was easy to deal with, but a killer like Lassie.

The staff at the guard station dragged on to the evening to start interrogating a few people, asking silly questions over and over again. They really have nothing to ask, because the one dwarf and the five mercenaries in front of them are all intact, and the two sides are in harmony, more like friends than opponents. Even the most stinky mercenary at first couldn't resist his friend's dissuasion. He cooperated obediently and honestly to complete this single task and get the money. Work is work, and if it becomes a personal vendetta, they can't beat Dagon.

As Dagon left the guard station, Dagon saw Lasiri, leaning against the wall and smiling at Dagon with a long blade of grass in her mouth. "Hey, Northlander," she called out to Dagon, "How do you feel about today?"

"I was thinking that the elves would rather pay for this nasty stuff than To be fair to the strong allies of until now, say this is a villain's move, I feel a little sorry for the villain." Dagon said: "Maybe the flying city rises into the sky, everyone thinks that the elves are flourishing, but I see the elves are Going downhill. That's it, can I see you again next week?"

"Are you coming next week?"

"A few more times. Spend more next time. Qian, please have a good fight, otherwise I won't dare to fight hard." Dagon said: "Lassili, if you don't put on makeup, let's fight again? I can assure you, whether we win or lose, we will fight again. I will never reveal your elf identity, so as not to smear the remaining face of the elf."

"You!" Lassili glared at Dagon and said, "No need for next week, I will tomorrow Just go to the Academy and teach your junior a good lesson!"

"Oh." Dagon touched his nose, smiled at Lasselli, and turned away.

The nose? Lasselli's eyes widened, her anger surging.

(end of this chapter)