The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I glanced at Luke tremblingly, for fear that the old man was upset, and immediately turned into a bodybuilder, and then punched us into the sky.

Master Dewey also showed horror. The previous prison-style killing was still like a nightmare, making him sleepless and awake from nightmares.

Seeing the crazy behavior of Elder Priss pulls him to death, how can he not be afraid?

Luke raised his thin right hand, scratched his hair, and said in a puzzled face: "Why come here since you see me as a disaster? Are you just an ordinary tourist? Then do it yourself. , I still have business matters to talk to these two."

After all, I stopped paying attention to Elder Prisla, but turned to me, wondering: "Isn't it just talking about alliances? Why are you still bringing tourists?"

"In fact, she is also here to talk about the alliance."

Luke was stunned when he heard the words, turned his head mechanically, looked at Elder Priss, and said indifferently: "The foundation of the alliance is friendship, respect and trust for each other, but the emotions expressed by this human being at present seem to be different from each other. The prerequisites of the alliance do not match. Can an alliance with this attitude really have a restraining effect?"

"If you form an alliance, it will definitely work!" I said with confidence.

"So sure?" Luke chuckled, "Why?"

"Just rely on the approval of the highest power class in Moonlight City to form an alliance!"

"What about her?" Luke glanced at the gloomy Elder Prisella, and asked in a deep voice, "Isn't she the highest power class in Moonlight City?"

"Zai" I said: "But she is not the highest power holder, but the representative sent by the highest power holder to negotiate."

Luke nodded, he understood my explanation, but-"Why don't you send a friendlier human as a representative and choose this hostile one?"

I smiled slightly: "This is not something I should guess without authorization."

Luke laughed when he heard the words, his laughter seemed hoarse: "If Hebron's star is not destroyed, I would be happy to appoint you as my deputy."

"It's a great honor." I bowed and said with a smile, "Please allow me to refuse."

Luke was a little surprised: "Why?"

"Because butlers are not free, and I... long for freedom."

For this negotiation, there are three representatives, Master Dewey, Elder Prisla, and the maker Luke.

Master Dewey represents Fort Witch, which also includes dwarves and goblins who do not live in Fort Witch, and Elder Prisla represents Moonlight City, which also includes elves and goblins who do not live in Moonlight City. Luke represents himself and Anthun.

"Where is Anthun?" I asked Luke in a low voice before starting the negotiation.

Luke fiddled with the three-lens windshield, while whispering: "The big tortoise went to other seas."

"Why are you leaving?" I wondered: "Is this sea area bad?"

"It's not that the sea is bad, but it's not good at communicating with other apostles." Luke sneered and said: "It hates the magical fluctuations emitted by other apostles. This will make it difficult to sleep."

"But I heard that when Antuen was in the Demon Realm, he and Shilock were neighbors. The two often clashed, is there such a thing?"

"That's why Anthun often had insomnia during that time" Luke chuckled and said, "Every time he loses sleep, it will eat flame magma to get rid of its breath. Over time, its name was misrepresented as'flame devourer'."

"Can swallowing fire still calm down?" I said in surprise: "I heard it for the first time."

"Who knows, it may be due to the different body structure" Luke smirked.

The negotiation process was very plain.

A long table and four chairs. Master Dewey and Elder Prisella are sitting on the left as human representatives. Maker Luke is sitting on the other side as a representative of the apostles. I, as a witness, are in the middle. And sit.

In fact, on this occasion, the witness is just a display, which has no effect at all. However, because of my special status and the unusual relationship with the apostle, they can’t negotiate with them. Let me go aside, so I got it. Put the chair in an inconsequential position, and then give me a dispensable title, um, very good, this is not embarrassing, and it can satisfy my vanity-shit!

Why do I want this vanity to be useful?

Can you eat it? Can it still increase strength? Or increase experience?

All can't be okay!

Then why should I be like a clay puppet, sitting motionless in place, listening to the three of them bargaining over the preconditions of the alliance.

As I listened, I got tired of it. With my inner anxiety, I slid far away and leaned against a big tree to take a rest.

After a short break, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't told Simmons Locke about the apostle. I took out the call crystal, dialed the call in York City, and quickly contacted Simmons Locke.

"Uncle, it's me, Xiao Yi."

"It's your kid's voice" Simmons Locke's tone is fairly relaxed. It seems that this time has passed well: "Why are you suddenly free to contact me? Are you having trouble with Bai Yunying?"

"Uncle look at what you said" I chuckled and said, "I'm fine with Bai Yunying, but there is something I want to tell you."

"Go ahead, what's the matter?"

"Do you know the apostle?"

"Apostle?" Simmons Locke was stunned by my question: "How come you get to this?"

Immediately, he smiled again: "It seems that my grand niece and son-in-law have a wide range of knowledge."

"No, Uncle, it's not what you think, in fact..."

I will get acquainted with the apostle and I am discussing an alliance to tell Simmons Locke.

After listening to the latter, he was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice became a little trembling: "You...you said you know the apostle?"

"Yes, Uncle Gong."

"It's the apostle who was once regarded as a disaster?"

"Yes, Uncle Gong."

"Aren't you kidding me?" Simmons Rock's voice still trembled, and he seemed a little frightened.

"It's not a joke, Uncle" I said solemnly: "It's true, I really know the apostles, and there are two."

"Two!"

Simmons Lock fell silent again.

After a while, he asked again: "Where are you now?"

"On an isolated island, it's a little closer to Eri City, but it's thousands of nautical miles away."

"Tell me the location and I will pass now."

Simmons Locke's tone suddenly became serious.

"Sorry, Uncle, forgive me for not being able to meet your request."

"Why?" Simmons Rock puzzled: "Is it worried that I will affect your alliance with the apostle? Or are you worried about my life? Don't worry, I know how to get along with the strong, and if you really like it That way, the relationship with the apostle is very close, I believe the apostle will not hurt me."

"No, Uncle, you have misunderstood. The reason why I cannot meet your request is because..."

"what?"

"I'm Lu Chi."

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