This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Ferdinand III looked at the knights in the cell, a trace of anger flashed in his indifferent eyes.

He walked up to the oldest knight, and then punched him in the face.

"Why are you here! Did Dylan let you come!"

The beaten knight wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

The familiar fist is their city lord.

Looking at the Ferdinand III in front of him, he said seriously: "Master Dylan didn't let us come. This is our own will."

The second fist fell on his left face.

"Naughty! Violating orders, is this your chivalry!"

"When deciding to come here for revenge, we were not knights, but your followers."

Ferdinand III stared at the knight in front of him like an angry lion.

The other party's face was calm, still looking at Ferdinand III calmly.

After a long time, Ferdinand III released his hand and sighed.

He rubbed the other's head, as gentle as he was a dozen years ago.

"Sit down and tell me what happened to the castle while I was away?"

After listening to the description of the opposite rider, Ferdinand III sighed regretfully.

The development of the matter is as expected after taking off his clothes.

Greed, suspicion... These things are slowly corroding his castle like chronic poison.

Dylan is a qualified heir, and Ferdinand III is also cultivating the other side in this direction, trying to cultivate him into an honest and kind heir.

But he still lacks the last lesson, that is the necessary cruelty.

If it was Ferdinand III, he would immediately put all the people who spread the rumors to death, and hang their bodies on the city wall as a warning to others.

After that, he will blame all his death on the Assassin Alliance and let the Assassin Alliance bear all the firepower.

Even if the opponent is innocent...Forget it, the Assassin Alliance can have several innocents.

Dylan is still too upright, thinking that other people will be as rational as him, but as everyone knows, rationality is the rarest quality.

"Fall." Ferdinand III shook his head.

At this time, the door was pushed open, Leanna pushed the dining car and walked in with the little policewoman.

Seeing Ferdinand III sitting on the ground chatting with other knights, she said with her hands on her hips dissatisfied: "This old gentleman, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to check your body today? Go back to the ward!" "

Lianna's unceremonious tone instantly angered the other knights.

A young knight immediately shouted and asked, "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"What's the matter with a patient who doesn't follow the doctor's advice very much?"

"You know he is..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ferdinand III shot the opponent out with a punch.

Looking back, he said apologetically to Leanna: "Sorry, they are my subordinates, and I'm telling them about the past. Can you let me talk for a few more minutes?"

"Just five minutes, go back to your ward immediately."

"Ok."

Watching Lianna leave, Ferdinand III breathed a sigh of relief, and then found that the other knights were looking at him in surprise.

"My lord, she is a fallen one? Why are you so polite?"

"Yes, she is a fallen person." After hesitating, Ferdinand III added, "but she is a good doctor. Eat more, accumulate physical strength, and maintain psychic energy. I don't want you to become fallen ones too. "

"But, this is food for the devil." A knight hesitated.

"When you eat it in your stomach, that's yours."

Ferdinand III's words dispelled the knights' worries and let them take out the steaming food from the dining car and ate it.

The knights are already the bottom of the noble class, but even they have never tasted such a delicious time.

The cooked mutton is just right, the potatoes that have fully absorbed the juice, are delicious and generous.

For a time, the knights in the cell all gave up talking and immersed themselves in the food.

While the knights were eating, Ferdinand III had already returned to his ward and began to be inspected by Leanna.

After carefully inspecting Ferdinand III’s wounds, Leanna nodded in satisfaction: "It's well recovered, but you should be careful when you exercise, otherwise every day will be new bruises."

"I'll be careful." Ferdinand III nodded.

"There is also good news. After an application to take off your clothes, Master Lu approved you to move freely in this underground city."

"no limit?"

"There is no limit. But he said, if you want to escape or destroy, then you can measure the consequences yourself."

"... That's the case, because there are prisoners? He calculated that I will not abandon my subordinates, really an evil lord of hell."

Ferdinand III let out a sigh of relief, and then said: "Then out of etiquette, I should visit him."

After Leanna’s announcement, Ferdinand III finally saw Lu Fan who was playing cards with the players in the demigod space.

In the past few days, Lu Fan felt more and more bored.

Trapped in his own dungeon every day, unable to buy new pornographic books, nor did the magic stone receive any money, it felt like time had stopped.

The only fun is to play cards every day, deal with Alice, and talk to my magic stone wives at night, and the day passed.

The life of the devil is so dull and boring.

Seeing Lu Fan sitting with a group of slimes playing cards, Ferdinand III was stunned.

This style of painting is a bit wrong.

According to his imagination, the other party should sit on the throne of the lord, with an aura like a rainbow and a devilish energy. Opening his mouth and closing his mouth is to destroy the world, so as to fully reflect his evil lord's true nature.

Sitting with a group of slimes to play cards, this tastes a bit wrong.

Moreover, this demon king is surprisingly handsome, even from a human point of view, one has to say that his nephew is completely defeated.

He quietly waited until Lu Fan had finished a round of cards, and then said rigidly: "Hello, Master Lu."

"Hmm, did you eat it?"

"Uh... ate. Thank you for your tolerance~www.ltnovel.com~ for allowing me to move freely."

"You're welcome. I just met, let's discuss the issue of compensation. You trespassed into my dungeon. How much do you think you should pay?"

Ferdinand III's body was straight: "You can take my life, but I won't give the devil anything."

Lu Fan looked at each other and found that Ferdinand III did not have a trace of fear.

By taking off his clothes and giving out "a report that a monkey can read in a minute", Lu Fan has roughly understood the personality of the other party.

Stubborn, conservative and highly suspected to be the high-ranking castle, 70% probability is Ferdinand III himself.

Threatening or temptation to convince the other party and obediently hand over the psychic practice method is not feasible. This old man is not as unethical as the devil.

But fortunately, he is not the only person who has psychic cultivation methods, and the group of knights also have corresponding methods.

Corruption always starts from the inside, allowing them to appreciate the beauty of the current dungeon, getting stuck in it a little bit and unable to extricate themselves, and finally handing over the cultivation method obediently.

Very good, this is very devil.

To tempt others to fall, the old man is really becoming more and more like a devil.

Therefore, Lu Fan did not show the slightest sullenness, and still said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I approve you and your subordinates to freely move here. We are not an employment relationship, but I will not provide materials for free. I will allocate a piece of farmland to it. You, ask you to obtain all the materials yourself from here. These things are freely obtained by you, so it shouldn't be regarded as a demon's transaction."

Ferdinand III closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and finally nodded: "Thank you for your kindness, Master Lu."