This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"It's very different." The half shark immediately corrected it seriously.

"Please tell me, I listen to your sophistry."

"I have tried my best to make these cakes as perfect as possible. Each of them has enough sugar and nutrition, and is highly praised by coolies. In this way, I have successfully captured the stomach of a lot of coolies. In this way, wait. When I contact everyone to escape from prison, I will definitely get a lot of support from the masses."

Edmund nodded: "What you said makes sense, but have you ever thought about what would happen if those coolies attribute this to the slimes?"

"Huh?" The half shark was a bit choked for a while.

Looking at these two idiots, Edmund sighed: "Isn’t the way to escape from prison? Do you have an action commander? Do you have an action plan? Have you prepared an escape route? You have instigated key talents. Do you have the funds? How do you leave the island after you escape? Where are you going to escape afterwards? Can you answer me these questions?"

"This...something is coming, there is always a way." Captain Duran said hesitantly.

"Then there is no way now."

"um, yes."

Edmund sighed again.

As the bishop of the former Blood Sea Demon God, his brain is much stronger than these two stupid thieves who can only be pirates.

And his race is Quart Demon, the average IQ of this race is normal, and it can adjust the blood supply of the body and brain in the body, making himself smarter or stupid for a period of time.

Slightly adjusted the blood supply in the body, he focused his intelligence, and then thought for a while.

Afterwards, he said to two people: "You are not doing jailbreaking like this. I can help you make a plan. You can refer to this plan. This plan will have an approximate time point. It shouldn't be done according to the node. There will be too big a problem."

Edmund kept doing his watch until the middle of the night.

During this period, one of his two roommates worked overtime to make clothes, and the other read baking books all night. It seemed that they were just two hitters who were addicted to work and couldn't help themselves.

It's still the kind of leeks that grow up by itself without fertilizing.

After the plan was completed, he gave the plan to two people: "Okay, you can give it to the top of your organization. This should be helpful to your jailbreak plan."

This plan is very detailed, even Captain Duran and Half Shark can understand it.

After reading the schedule, the two communicated in a low voice, and then left the dormitory with the schedule.

Before long, Qun Xing Mengxin politely knocked on the door, and then jumped in front of Edmund: "Just now someone anonymously reported that you have the idea of ​​jailbreaking. Is it true? Is the welfare here not good enough? Play There are not enough things, or is it for other reasons? If it is really unacceptable, would you be willing to accept the arrangement of dying?"

Edmund looked at the slime silently: "May I know who reported me?"

"This can't be revealed, I can only tell you that it is two people."

"Thank you, I already know who it is. Frankly speaking, no."

"I believe you don't. My console told me that you don't have this idea. But the form still needs to be filled out as a psychological assessment. After all, the social experiment here is very important to us."

Edmund's mouth twitched as he looked at the pile of forms that Qunxing Mengxin had brought over.

While filling out the form, he asked: "Can I report my roommate wants to escape from prison? And there is a huge organization behind them."

"You are talking about the organization called the jailbreak, which is actually an exchange meeting? It is unnecessary, because I am the founder of the jailbreak organization, and I provide their reasons."

Edmund's hand trembled, and he painted the wrong line directly.

He hurriedly wiped off the marks on the paper, and at the same time asked in disbelief: "Why?"

"Pirates, they are all skin-conscious guys. Give them a reason to use jailbreak to cover up the fact that they are obsessed with work, so that they can do it more comfortably. It is a low-cost and effective management method. "

Edmund looked at this harmless slime on the outside and extremely vicious inside, and said sincerely, "You are really a group of demons."

"Thank you. Can you move faster, otherwise you won't be able to fill in the form at daybreak. Also, I read your schedule. You are quite talented in management. It seems that your bishop's position is not based on nepotism. The relationship went up."

"Thank you for the compliment." Edmund said frustratedly, "but I'm not as good as you in playing conspiracies."

"Don't be so depressed. Anyway, you have to live for a few days, and you have to assist Master Lu in the future. Then I ask you, would you like to be a manager and manage a street?"

Edmund felt a little confused in his mind.

"I seized your ship, slaughtered your companions, and then you let me be the manager? Is there something wrong with your way of thinking or my way of thinking?"

"The height is different, so the angle of view of the problem is different. It is difficult to explain this to your NPC. Just one question, do you want to do it?"

Edmund pondered for a moment: "I have a request. If this request is met, I will agree to it."

After listening to Edmund’s proposal, Qun Xinmengxin nodded: “Yes, I can meet this condition. Then come with me, you still need some simple induction training.”

Later, Captain Duran and the half-shark who came back found that Edmund had disappeared.

They shed two tears of the devil, and then went to bed comfortably.

The next day, they said goodbye to each other, and then came to their shop, ready to start today's work.

Later, UU read www.uukānshu.com and they saw a notice hung on the door of their shop. Below the notice was a cute slime label, indicating that the notice came from the slime official.

The content of the notice is also very simple, that is, to inform them that this place will be designated as a pilot, and a new street chief will manage them.

"Street leader, responsible for tax collection, work arrangements, etc. Who will it be?" Captain Duran asked suspiciously after reading the notice.

"it's me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Captain Duran turned his head in surprise, and then found a familiar person standing behind him.

The other party changed into a white street leader's uniform, with a label hanging on his chest, printed with the other party's name and position.

Edmund walked to the shocked Captain Duran, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said in a smiling voice: "I am the new street leader. From now on, let us get along well."

Captain Duran swallowed hard.

He felt that his good days hadn't been long.