This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Wolong’s ability is called [One Percent Trust].

And Fengcu's ability is called [Believe in Power].

The former can allow the other party to continue to expand this trust when there is a little bit of trust, and ultimately make the other party fully believe what they say, provided that they must fully believe their own words.

The latter can realize other people's trust in something. The more people who believe, the better the effect after realization, provided that it is fully believed that the thing has an effect.

In layman's terms, when two people activate their abilities together, then what everyone believes will come true, but they must believe that the thing is true.

If it's just a normal state, then no matter how many people believe, it can only make a glass of water sweeter.

However, it is not impossible to make a bottle of unknown trash a panacea in the state of [Enhancement Endowment] bestowed by the Demon King.

Coupled with the wonderful brain circuits of Wolong and Fengchu, they 100% believe that what they have made is the legendary panacea, and let this confidence spread out like a virus.

Infected by this self-confidence, the always suspicious magician also feels that these slimes are almost omnipotent, and it is very possible to do some strange dance and make a bunch of panacea.

"Then, can we try it first? After all, selling fake medicines in the hot spring city will burn to death." Magic asked.

"Of course you can, let's go together, we are in a hurry!" Wolong exhaled proudly from his nostrils.

The magician picked up a bottle of black liquid and shook it slightly, and the foul smell came on his face.

Boss Duran squeezed his nose and leaned forward: "My old friend, do you really want to drink this thing? It doesn't feel right."

"You have to try it first. Ah, there's a flying dragon!"

"Where?"

Boss Duran looked out the window excitedly, and was quickly posted to his back by the magician, then pinched his chin and poured a full bottle of "magic elixir".

"Old friend! You!"

Boss Dulan, who was given the "Elixir", weakened his knees, and knelt directly to the ground, pinching his throat and wailing.

His blood is rushing, his muscles are beating, the water in his body evaporates rapidly, and it turns into a billowing white mist and emerges.

Under the gaze of everyone, Duran's boss directly increased his head, the fat on the body was burned out, and the muscles all over his body were blooming, demonstrating the youthful charm.

Standing up, the boss of Duran squeezed his fist, feeling that he was stronger than ever.

"It's actually true!" Duran's boss said in disbelief.

The magician quickly got up, grabbed a bottle of elixir, drank it, and groaned uncontrollably.

She could feel that her body was full of vitality again, her shriveled skin softened again, and the silver hair hidden under the cloak slowly recovered and returned to brown.

Taking off her cloak, she picked up the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I could be so beautiful when I was 60 years old."

"My friend, you have always been beautiful." Boss Dulan said with emotion from the side.

"Go away, don't think I don't know what you want to do!"

The boss of Duran looked at this scene dumbfounded, a little bit eager to drink, and a little bit afraid.

One bottle went backwards for almost forty years, and God knew what the consequences would be after they drank it.

After quietly admiring it for half an hour, the magician put down the mirror and said to Wolong and Fengchi: "This thing works really well, it really is a panacea. But what do you want to do with this thing?"

"Dying to the **** of health! Steal their business! Let them know the consequences of touching two great slimes at will."

"How does the money count?" the city's magician asked immediately.

"Just do whatever you want! Money doesn't matter to us, we just want the **** of health to die!"

"Okay. It feels very interesting to harass a god." The magician licked his bright lips, feeling that the passion and impulse of his youth had returned.

"My old friend, you are still the same as before." Duran's boss said with emotion.

The next day, the news that the panacea was available spread throughout the city of hot springs.

As an adventurer, Duran's boss and his party are experts in intelligence processing.

And they understood the importance of letting profits. After promising to make a 10% profit with the local adventurer association, the other party immediately dispatched all adventurers and began to build momentum for these panacea on different occasions.

They walk among the bars, among the sick patients, among the painful mothers who hold their sick children but have no money to treat.

They went deep into the slums, they came to the patients who were waiting to die, and announced to them the news of the birth of the Wolong Fengchu Hospital.

When the first patient took a bottle of "panacea" in full view, dropped his crutches and opened his blind eyes, the whole hot spring city boiled.

There are already a large number of patients here.

In order to monopolize the medical resources here, the priests of the God of Health only help a limited number of wealthy patients every day, which makes a large number of patients die slowly in the pain of disease.

After knowing that there was a "magic potion" that could cure all diseases, they rushed into Wolong Fengchu Hospital frantically. They only needed to spend ten gold coins to buy the "magic potion" that would allow them to return to their youth. The priest of the **** of health is much cheaper.

In just one day, thousands of bottles of "panacea" were sold. These patients quickly recovered their health and their physical signs were even better than ordinary people.

And they have become living advertisements, a bottle of "magic elixir" is constantly deified in their mouths, and this trust has strengthened the effect of the "magic elixir" and made its effectiveness even better.

The entry of tens of thousands of gold coins made Duran's boss laugh directly, and the local adventurers' guild was also very happy because of this extra income.

The patient was rescued, the middleman made the difference ~www.readwn.com~ and the only victims were the former monopolist, the priests of the **** of health.

The temple, which was still overcrowded yesterday, is empty today. The few patients who came to consume were only coveting the beauty of the priest and not the others. This made the local bishop very angry.

They entrusted the local adventurer's guild to investigate this matter, but the other party always procrastinated, until the temple ruled out its direct paladin, and finally got the correct information.

Seeing the so-called "magic panacea", the so-called Wolongfengchi Hospital, the bishop angrily crushed the report and threw it on the ground, and then shouted: "The high priest stay."

The low-level priests were relieved, and quickly filed out.

After the last priest walked out and closed the door, the bishop's roar rang through the door.

"You scumbags, you are a group of rice buckets! Why are such important things only telling me now, why!"

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