This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Latest website: The teenager held in the cell held the tentacles in front of him and gobbled it up.

Outside the cell, someone stared at his movements carefully, analyzing his identity, status, and past experiences through his movements.

"His hands are white and I don't see the family tattoo. It should be a child of a small merchant's house."

"Without the blessing of the unknown god, nor can you feel the breath of the royal family. Without the ripples of magic, everything is normal."

"Then how did he survive?"

"Luck. Occasionally, there are people like this who will hang on for a long time after being suspended. And I asked, someone has met him, he is the son of a small textile shop owner. That boss has a special dyeing technique, which can be Make the color of the cloth more vivid and lasting. After the boss died, this technology was given to him."

"So someone wants to take this technology and kill him?"

"It should be. But there is no guarantee that this is not a trap. The royal family has wanted to get rid of us for a long time."

"Then look at it again, it's a pity that I couldn't get in touch with the slimes some time ago."

"The royal family's guard is too strict."

The teenager who was eating did not notice that he was being watched at all, and was still eating the tentacle meal in front of him.

After filling his stomach, the teenager has the energy to observe the surroundings.

He is now in a narrow single-person cell, with only a thin straw mat in the cell, and a dirty sewer next to the straw mat.

After drinking a few sips of water, he grabbed the railing of the cell and shouted loudly: "Thank you for saving me, thank you for your food, is there anything I can do for you?"

Seeing no one responded, the young man said to himself: "My name is Brandt and I am the owner of a small textile shop. I promise I have no malice. No matter who saved me, I thank you very much."

He still didn't get a response.

Seeing this, Brandt shrugged, then lay on the straw mat and fell asleep peacefully.

No one came into contact with him for the next three days.

Every day, only people put water and tentacle meat outside his cage, and then someone took away the empty dinner plate while he was asleep, without any communication in between.

The tentacles meat here is also different from the outside, the meat is fresh and tender, without the fishy smell peculiar to the tentacles, I don't know what kind of cooking methods are used.

This kind of tentacle meat is more delicious than the ordinary meat sold in Wangcheng outside, and it is delicious and smooth when eaten in the mouth.

And there is no need to worry about harassment by hooligans, no need to worry about backstabs, so Brandt feels that this place is much better than outside.

He was not released until the third night and then taken to a cramped interrogation room.

There was only a faint light in the interrogation room. An interrogator sat opposite him, and the air was filled with the smell of low-quality cigarettes.

The dark environment made Brandt unable to see the face on the other side, only a lit smoke flickering in the dark.

After a few minutes of silence, the interrogator asked slowly but with great authority: "Name?"

"Brandt."

"Remember who I am and why I was hanged?"

"I am the owner of Qicai Textile Shop. One of my old employees framed me for colluding with the Demon King Sect, so they hanged me."

"No one came to investigate you?"

"No, that old employee stuffed money."

The interrogator was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned on the lamp and threw a few pictures into the light.

"Which employee is it?"

Brandt picked up a portrait without hesitation: "This."

Withdrawing the portrait from Brandt's hand, the interrogator stroked the portrait, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, the light in the interrogation room was suddenly lit, and the interrogator sitting opposite stood up and patted Brandt's shoulder vigorously.

"Sorry, I made you wait for three days, you have no problems."

Brandt found out that the other party was a girl about the same size as him, but judging from the action of the other party playing soot, she was already an old smoker.

She is not very beautiful, but she has a very mature and stable temperament, which is obviously inconsistent with her appearance, but it is not annoying.

Wearing a black robe, the robe is full of patches, and parts of it have been washed white.

This robe should have a certain age, and the girl in front of it may not be its first user.

With Brandt, the girl walked out of the interrogation room and said as she walked: "I am the interrogator here, and I will be responsible for the final review. Only after the review is passed can we truly enter our city."

"What if it fails?" Brandt asked curiously.

The interrogator wiped his neck and laughed.

As he walked forward, the interrogator picked up the small parcel next to him and threw the parcel to Brandt.

"There are all kinds of people in the land of exile. We live in the sewers at the bottom of the royal city. It's spread in all directions, and we have special barriers, so the royal family can't find us. There is nothing here, there is everything here."

"Fierster's "The Tale of Two Heroes"."

"Yes, you also like to read books? Then we have a common language. Felster is really an amazing person. She has written several best-selling books after walking out of the blood, and I heard that she is still writing books recently."

"It's a pity that the royal family has banned a lot. And she herself is wanted."

"I heard that she was trying to avoid her wife's chase. But anyway, it's a pity." The girl sighed.

While chatting, Brandt unwrapped the package and found that there were a few plain clothes and an address inside.

"The clothes are for you, and the address is your new home, which is next door to my house. Although I agree to let you out, you will have to be supervised by me for a period of time. After the time is up, we will assign you a new address. "

Following the girl out of the cell, Brandt walked through a pipe full of sewage.

The pungent smell spread around, UU reading www. uukanshu.com But after a long time, the nose gradually got used to the smell here, but it didn't matter.

Passing through a long pipe, the eyes suddenly opened up.

It is not so much a city, as it is a gathering place for a lot of tents.

Several huge pipes lead here, and workers wearing bird's beaks are standing by the pipe filters and fishing out some necessary things from the filters.

The light here comes from magic, and a large number of photospheres are placed in a basket hanging from the canopy to provide weak lighting.

What makes Brandt even more surprised is that there are still farmland here, but the condition of the crops is obviously not good.

The corn and tomatoes lay unconscious in the farmland, and the fruit was dry and sour, but it was already a rare delicacy here.

Pointing to the tattered city full of tents, the girl smiled and said to Brandt: "Welcome to the place of exile, the hometown of all criminals, a city that does not exist."