This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Under the darkness of the night, the flesh and blood chariot continued to gallop under the cover of the night.

The vigilant Mather sat on the top of the chariot, his toes gripping the top of the chariot like hooks, so that he could not fall off the speeding chariot.

The chariot at a speed of 160 kilometers per hour made the surrounding scenery so fast that only afterimages were left, and only those who had proper control of their bodies would not be thrown off.

Spreading out the map, he used the light of the flashlight to determine the current position in the cold wind, sighing from time to time.

"What's wrong?"

Mather punched directly at the place where the sound was made, but only hit a ball of air.

The opponent nimbly avoided Mather's attack, and then sat beside Mather: "Don't make trouble, I died again just now. So what happened?"

Mather handed over his water bottle and continued to sigh: "It's nothing, my hometown is ahead."

Jin took a sip of wine: "Then what?"

"I used to be a devout monk, but after discovering that priests in the area were summoning demons, I reported them to my superiors."

"Well, according to the situation at the time, you did nothing wrong. What about after?"

"I was sent to the Inquisition for having an affair with the devil."

Kim looked at Mather, feeling a bit disconnected in logic.

Patting Jin on the shoulder, Mather said melancholy: "The other party has contact with the upper level, or the upper level is their protector. Most of the demons summoned by these people were sent to the upper level, so it is normal for me to be arrested. of."

"I've heard some things about this before, but I've never understood how to summon demons in the human world?"

"It's okay to have sacrifices. The **** of sacrifices doesn't pick on this. As long as you pay enough, some of his weak demon gods can give you."

"What do those people want the devil to do?"

Mather showed a meaningful smile: "Some people's gameplay is beyond your imagination."

Then, he passed a document over.

Turning on his own ghost system, Jin turned it off immediately after reading a few pages.

Wiping the cold sweat off his head, he felt that compared with the devil, the upper echelons of the Roland Church should go to hell.

"After that, I was sent to the front line, and then joined the rebels and joined the New Roland Church. Now that I count, I haven't been home for a long time."

"homesick?"

"A bit. But I don't know what to say when I go back. My father is also a devout believer. When I was arrested, I didn't even have time to say goodbye to him. I wonder how he is now?"

Jin didn't know what to say, just patted Mather silently.

When it was almost dawn, the chariot of flesh and blood finally stopped.

Standing on the top of the chariot and looking out, Mather could already see the figure of his hometown.

It was a very peaceful small village, and the thick fog shrouded the surrounding of the village, making it as peaceful as a dream.

Looking at the familiar village, Mather was both nostalgic and apprehensive.

Finally, he jumped down from the chariot and said to the editor below who was going to set up a temporary supply point: "Commander, I..."

"I know." The editor put down his work and nodded, "You were born here, right. I know you want to go in and see now, but we don't have enough time, so..."

Mather sighed in disappointment.

"So, can I give you a temporary task? I need someone to investigate the situation there, can I give it to you?"

"No problem, sir!"

Mather hugged the editor excitedly, and then walked quickly towards the village.

But halfway through, he turned back and said to Jin and the little boy who were resting by the fire, "Would you like to come home with me?"

"Why?" the little boy asked suspiciously, "I don't have the ability to become a girl, so don't count on me when I lied to my parents and said I got a daughter-in-law."

Mather smashed the little boy into the ground with a punch: "I just wanted to introduce my friends to them."

"I don't think that's the way to treat friends."

The expressionless Jin Ze nodded: "Yes, but next time I meet my hometown, I hope you can go there too."

"Who is your friend?" said the little boy in the field, "Don't, put the dagger away, can't I be your friend! Don't come here, can a true friend be okay!"

Slowly walking towards his village, Mather's expression became more and more hesitant.

He rarely put on clothes, some plastic products hanging on his wrist, cheap but very gorgeous.

Bringing some for Kim and the little boy, Mather explained, "It's custom in my hometown to be more serious when you go home, so that you can show that you're okay outside. If you don't do this, my father will be laughed at. ."

"I didn't think you were still Electra. Don't, put your hands down and fight back."

Passing through the thick fog in the early morning and stepping over a small bridge, the three walked into the small village shrouded in fog.

As soon as he stepped into the village, Mather's footsteps stopped for a while.

Jin also silently touched the dagger around his waist, but Marce held his hand and shook his head gently.

Only the little boy walked forward on his own, and asked as he walked, "What are your specialties here? Is there anything better?"

"The milk tea cake is not bad."

"Then I must eat more. That person looks like you, is he your relative?"

"He's my father."

Standing at the door of the village was a middle-aged man who was 70% similar to Mather, with half-white hair and a brown beard full of dew.

His skeleton is large, but he looks a little thin, just leaning on crutches and bending over to look outside the village, his white eyes have no focus.

No one could see that he was blind.

Mather walked over as quietly as possible, and the sound of footsteps in action was disproportionate to appearance, but it still aroused the opponent's alertness.

"Is it Mather?" The middle-aged man asked expectantly.

A villager who happened to pass by said helplessly: "Old Mather, you have been standing here for a year, and your son can't come back. Don't call when you hear unfamiliar footsteps... No, this seems to be true. !"

And Mather has come up and hugged his father in his arms: "I'm sorry, Dad, I'm back."

The man's crutch fell to the ground, and his dry right hand grabbed Martha's clothes, sobbing.

After that, almost everyone in the village gathered here, curiously observing the returning Mather.

The little boy chewed on the milk tea cake, and blew while eating: "Masseur is now a big man in our place. King Roland knows that, the twelve killing gods under his command have a place for Mather. In the Roland Church, it can be said that he is under one person. More than ten thousand people, usually a look can make people feel scared~www.readwn.com~ Oh, do you have any more cakes, I will have another piece."

Jin, who was sitting beside him, handed over a piece and whispered, "I have to say, sometimes you are pretty good."

"I think so."

And Mather supported his father and whispered about what he had seen after he left, while the man seemed to be listening, but he seemed to hear nothing, just rubbing his son's hand silently, feeling the existence of his son.

After speaking for an hour, Mather stood up: "I have to go, father, but I'll be back later. When we win, I'll be back."

"Okay, okay." The old man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Okay."

Saying goodbye to everyone, Mather and Kim left the village with the little boy who was still eating the cake, and found the editor who was still making arrangements.

"Is the investigation over?" the editor asked.

"It's over."

Mather took a deep breath, and then said solemnly, "Please fire the cannon."