The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

How do you hear this, how do you feel that there is a kind of unlovable taste.

I glanced at Raphael worriedly, and asked Rodney in a low voice, "Why do he hear that make me so scared? I won't wait for a moment to save Paige's wife with the front foot and jump the moat on the back foot, right?"

Harold scratched his head with his index finger and said, "No, he just likes to complain."

At the end, I added another sentence: "He has been like this since the day I met him."

I said ‘oh’, and it’s a habit that I have fallen from since childhood.

I vaguely remembered that when I was a child, it seemed that I had such a classmate, who liked to spit when I was fine, and even said some sad and pitiful words. Later, somehow, this habit was suddenly changed by him.

When asked what was going on at the time, the classmate refused to say why.

It was not until a classmate meeting many years later that he finally uttered the unbearable past in a desolate tone.

In fact, the reason is very simple. He chased a girl, but the girl refused to agree. He asked the reason, and the girl simply slapped: Listening to you is like listening to my grandpa, with generation gaps.

I guess that Raphael did not specify this when he chased his wife.

Along the way, Harold and I were basically silent, just listen to Raphael chattering there.

To be honest, I’m most afraid of this type of people. They are full of nonsense, and they are all harmless to humans and animals. At the beginning, they can be regarded as gossip, and wait for an hour and a half after listening. , I can hardly hear the ugly yinmao, the ears are all buzzing, ringing non-stop, as if there are a hundred or eighty flies dancing in the ears.

This feeling often makes me feel upset. However, what bothers me most is that the upset is not bad enough to make me slash.

In other words, a person like him can not only make you try to be unhappy, but also make you unable to find a reason to eliminate him.

The two sides are not facing each other, you are worthy of being a master in the Tucao world!

Harold seemed to be used to it, he just sighed while walking, and from time to time he would check the price of food for a few days.

I asked in a low voice, "You are so rich and you still pay attention to the price of food. Shouldn't this be the responsibility of the cook?"

Harold heard it, and whispered back: "I just looked at it occasionally and found the problem."

"What's the problem?" I asked thiefly.

Harold looked around and said to me mysteriously: "My cook has made false accounts."

"Yeah, do you know all this?"

"Yes" Harold said, "I check my bills every day, but I have never asked about it."

"Then what are you going to do?" I gossip: "Sack him?"

Harold shook his head: "Give him an increase in wages, and when the money is in place, he will naturally not make false accounts again."

I curled my mouth and said nothing.

Fake accounting is like taking advantage of grocery shopping. If you do it once, you will become addicted. You know it's wrong, but you can't control your hands.

It’s a good thing for you to increase your wages, but you have to figure out the reason for his fraudulent accounts. If you are really short of money, and if you increase your wages, he might just stop. If you want to simply stimulate, the more you give He raises his wages, the more fierce he is to fake accounts.

But in view of Harold's wealth, I won't tell him this.

In fact, it was just for nothing. His attention was now attracted by a stall selling carrots next to him.

When we arrived at Old Paggy's weapon shop, Old Paggy was already waiting at the door.

Seeing that we were back again, he hurried forward to greet us.

Raphael and his so-called high disciple are really different. When I met Old Paige, he asked directly: "Where is the patient?"

Old Paige was not wordy and directly led Raphael into the room.

Raphael's brows furrowed as soon as he saw Old Paige’s wife. He first observed the face of Old Paige’s wife carefully, then took out something similar to a flashlight, gently opened her mouth, and narrowed it again. Looked up.

After a little, he let out a sigh and asked: "How long has she been sick?"

Old Paqi said: "It's been more than two years."

Then, Raphael asked about a series of things about the old Paqi’s wife’s illness. After getting a response one by one, he thought deeply for a while and said: "I can cure this disease."

Hearing these words, old Paqi burst into tears in his eyes and almost cried out. He knelt down with a plop, and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you."

Harold also breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on his face.

"What disease did she have?" I asked curiously.

"Strictly speaking, this is not a disease." Raphael frowned and his face was very serious. He said every word: "It's poison."

"Poison?" I was puzzled.

Harold was also blank.

Old Paige's eyes were wide open and he was at a loss in horror. A little bit, his mouth kept mumbling, and the look on his face was flustered and resentful.

"Old Paige, shouldn't it..."

I didn't say the last half sentence because it was a bit weird. How could an old goblin who can be regarded as a profiteer at best form such a deep hatred with people that he would poison his wife?

Raphael was solemn and did not say a word, but frowned and stared at Old Paige.

After seeing Old Paqi's face eased, he said solemnly: "I can cure the disease, and I can cure the poison, but you must first tell me what the poison is about."

Old Paggy turned his head slumped, his lips squirming constantly, like a fish about to die of thirst.

After a long while, he finally murmured: "I, can I not say it?"

"No!" Raphael was very serious, which surprised Harold on the side.

Seeing Harold's surprised face, I raised my eyebrows and said, "I said, is it really fun to inquire about personal privacy? If it can be cured, then I can find a way to find someone else. You made it so Nervous, what are you going to do?"

Raphael glanced at me. It seemed that he did not express dissatisfaction with what I said. Instead, he shook his head and said, "It's not that I got nervous, but this disease...this poison, I have to Makes me nervous."

He glanced at Old Paige and continued: "In Ai Rui City, there are at most two people who can cure this poison besides me, but even if you find them, they won’t help. The burden you have healed is too heavy for ordinary people to bear."

"What do you mean by this?" I heard it in a cloud of fog.

It's just to cure a poison and save a person, but it makes it so troublesome and cumbersome, and I say something that I don't understand or understand.

Seriously, I'm a little crazy.

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