Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 855 I don’t want to live anymore

It's just that my secret skills are a bit lacking... Is my secret skill good enough?

Faced with the heartfelt comments from the Taurus director, Lyon couldn't help but feel a little warm.

I am a fifth-house candidate, and my occult talent has been recognized by the star palace. Both Cancer and Pisces are begging me to go, okay? It’s just that I don’t quite understand the secrets of forging in your Taurus Palace.

Besides, it’s not necessarily my problem that I can’t understand the secret art of the Taurus. What if the third-generation old man didn’t teach me well and misled me with his purely idealistic blacksmithing theory?

…

"Ah sneeze!!"

Accompanied by a deafening sneeze, the thirty-eighth graves from left to right under the old locust tree on the east side of the Sage Cemetery bulged, and then there was only the sound of wood splintering, and a line covered with black hair. The male thigh was kicked straight out of the grave.

Fuck, I’m so energetic!

After reaching out and pinching the bridge of his nose, and blowing away the dust and mold in his nostrils, the square-headed old man pulled his feet out of his coffin board, then climbed out of the grave holding his own tombstone, with a bleak look on his face. He looked at the tall elk standing on his grave.

"If you fart quickly, let it go!"

“…”

This **** old bastard!

Looking at the third-generation director who didn't even bother to be polite, the meat-bearing deer couldn't help but dig his hoofs, and dug out a large crescent-shaped hoofprint on the hard bluestone floor of the Sage Cemetery.

"Iron Badger!"

Although he wished he could dig the old man in front of him to death with one hoof, after thinking about the devastating and terrible news he heard from the thrush and crow, the meat-receiving deer finally suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke as calmly as possible. He opened his mouth and said:

"I'm not here to force you to perform your duties, but to negotiate a deal with you."

"Haha, what do I have to deal with you?"

The square-headed old man sneered when he heard this, then sat down on his tombstone, crossed his legs and picked his nostrils, and said with disdain:

"I am the obsession left by the third-generation director of the Cleanup Bureau. The biggest reason why I haven't died yet is to reach the ultimate in the secret art of the Golden Bull and become the most outstanding anomaly blacksmithing master in history!

As for you hiding little trash, apart from providing something to allow me to continue living and study the secret arts, what else can you do with me? Um?

You know the Taurus secret technique of the Cleanup Bureau, and your attainments are higher than mine. Can you teach me how to forge abnormal objects? Or can you kill ten or eight of the true gods in the King Killing Association and send them to me as training materials? "

“…”

This **** old dog! !

Faced with the unscrupulous insults of the old man with a big head, and looking at his expression as if he had stepped on smelly dog ​​excrement, the bearded deer's little patience was suddenly burned red, and he almost broke his defense on the spot.

After taking several deep breaths and smashing several cemetery stone bricks under his feet, the meat-bearing deer, surrounded by thick fog bands, spurted out two streams of hot water vapor from its nostrils, and then swallowed his breath. typical:

"We have always known what you want, so when I come to you this time, there is naturally an offer you can't refuse... Do you want to become a true god?"

"???"

After hearing the question from the meat-bearing doe, the third-generation director sitting on the tombstone couldn't help being slightly stunned. He took his finger out of his nose and asked with a surprised expression:

"You are willing to let me enter the Source God Platform? Carve the power there to become a true god?"

"right."

The tall deer in the pale fog nodded and said in a cold voice:

"In addition to allowing you to become a true **** and no longer have to rely on our power to survive, we can also give up the position of the current God of Forging, help you master the power of forging and smelting, and make your secret skills go further!"

“…”

Make me a true god? Is this stupid roe deer crazy?

The square-headed old man was silent for a while after hearing this, then flicked the moldy booger out of his hand, narrowed his eyes and asked:

"If I remember correctly, the current God of Forging seems to be an official member of your King-Slaying Association? Can he agree to this condition?"

"he…"

The meat-bearing doe was silent for a moment after hearing this, then turned its head slightly and replied:

"You don't have to worry about this. Whether he agrees or not, we can make you the new God of Forging." Huh? There's a problem!

After looking at the slightly strange expression of the meat-bearing doe through the hazy white mist, the third-generation director pondered for a moment, and then smiled with a hint of malice:

"Has the God of Forging broken up with you?"

"No…"

"Then he was caught by the Cleanup Bureau?"

“…”

It looks like I was really caught~

Looking at the silent doe in front of him, the square-headed old man couldn't help but smile, and mentally praised the younger generation of cleaners.

Yes, the God of Blacksmithing has a total of six or seven powers, which are among the most powerful among the non-pillar gods. Coupled with the mess of divine creations, the difficulty of killing them is no less than dealing with a pillar god.

I thought that the cleaners after the sixth generation were basically treated like trash by the Watch Palace. After leaving the blessing of the Star Palace and the suppression of the Watch Palace, they would not be able to do any big things. Unexpectedly, there were still a few powerful ones. .

"Okay, I admit that your conditions are quite interesting. Although I don't care about becoming a true god, I am still quite interested in forging power."

After admitting that he was indeed interested, the third-generation director who was in a happy mood shook his legs again and raised his chin towards the meat deer with a smile.

"Tell me, you offer such good terms, what do you want from me?"

"We are going to deal with the God of Cookery...the cleaner named Leon. We want you to cooperate with us in setting up an ambush and help us get rid of him!"

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Who to get rid of? That forging "genius"?

After hearing Leon's name, the smile on the third-generation director's face suddenly collapsed slightly, and he subconsciously recalled the bad relationship between master and apprentice between himself and him.

"What's wrong with him?"

Since he usually stays in his grave and seldom goes out for a walk, the third-generation director does not know the illustrious reputation of the God of Cookery. Seeing that the Slaughter King Association would not hesitate to make himself a **** and get rid of Leon, he suddenly couldn't help but be curious. asked:

"Did he ruin your plan? Or did he capture one of your members? Wasn't the God of Forging captured by him?"

“…”

"Is it true? He has done all three of these things?"

“…”

"Huh? Or even more?"

"Iron Badger!"

Seeing his pair of dim old eyes getting brighter and brighter, the square-headed old man seemed to have heard some particularly interesting gossip. He couldn't bear the meat of the deer and couldn't help but said angrily:

"I don't have time to chat with you! Will you answer or not?"

"Look at you, why are you still in a hurry?"

Looking at the ferocious-looking doe in front of him, who had clearly broken his defenses, the third-generation old man who was living a boring life and finally found some fun couldn't help but shake his legs and teased with a smile:

"I have to understand the situation first and ask what's going on before I know whether I should agree~

Besides, it’s weird that you would find me. That kid just came here to sneak around and has nothing to do with me. Even if I help you set an ambush, he may not be able to get into it~"

"Haha, stop pretending!"

After listening to the words of the third generation director, the meat-bearing deer couldn't help but sneered, and then shouted angrily with a gloomy look:

"I've already heard from the Cleanup Bureau that you are the teacher of the God of Cookery, and you taught him the secret technique of abnormal forging! The reason why the God of Cookery is where he is today is definitely because of you, a bastard... huh?

What are you doing lying down? Iron badger? Wake up! How did your obsession disappear? ! ? ! ? ! Get up! "

(End of chapter)