The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Facing the two grandfathers, the blood of the traditional Chinese virtues flowing in my body was so ready to move, so that when I saw Dewey again, I was a little embarrassed to call his name.

"Dewey... Uncle."

This was my first opening sentence after I saw Dewey. The result of these words was that Dewey could hear him in the cloud and he didn't know what I wanted to express.

Only Master Hall, with a okay smile on his face, the look of a bad boy in his eyes.

After a brief explanation, Dewey finally figured out what I was smoking today. He chuckled a few times and said, "Just call me Dewey. I don’t look old. It sounds comfortable. As for Hall, he loves You can call him whatever you want."

After listening to Master Hall, with a helpless expression, he said: "I asked him to call my name directly, but he just refused."

Dewey scorned me and said, "The last time I saw you, I was not afraid of anything. What happened? A master and an elder scared you like this. He asked you to call his name. You just call him by name. This is not offensive, it's a hobby at most, okay?"

Dewey's eyes were a bit aggressive, so I had to bend down slightly and said, "Yes, I understand."

"That's right," Dewey said again: "Also, don't have to pretend to be respectful. Who knows if you are scolding us old bastards..."

I interrupted him and said, "Why, I am a good boy who inherited and carried forward the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young!"

"See you." Dewey faced Master Hall and snarled at me: "I have exposed my nature so quickly. How can a good boy who really respects the old and loves the young dare to interrupt me."

Master Hall: Ha ha.

I was a bit speechless, I didn't expect Dewey to be so poor.

Without a few words of gossip, I don’t even bother to call them respectfully, Dewey, I still call him "Dewey", and I just call him by his name, and he is happy to see him, Master Hall, I also just use the word "Master" When my son is gone, I just call him Hall. Anyway, he likes to listen. I can also say that they are very happy and have a good time.

However, once they entered the working state, the state of the two old men was completely changed. It was really full attention.

I stared at a certain pattern on my arm without blinking. While watching it, I tried to copy it. Don't even say, the copying skills of these two old men are amazing. Not only the painting is meticulous, but also the color. The blending is just right. Even if you look carefully, you will feel that the pattern on the painting is almost the same as the pattern on my arm.

Just when I sighed that the two old men were exquisite in painting, Dewey suddenly stopped writing and shook his head. Master Hall also stopped writing and sighed. Then they made a move that puzzled me very much: The paper pierced and torn in half.

Then, there was a torn, two good paintings, together with the rice paper, were torn into pieces.

After rubbing it a few times, it turned into two paper balls, which were thrown away and dropped into the trash basket accurately.

The action of throwing things is so smooth, I really don't know how many pictures of "Death" are in their hands.

I was puzzled: "Didn't you two draw very well, why did you bother with it?"

Dewey shook his head and said, "No, no, this is not qualified, the painting is not accurate."

Master Hall said: "No, no, this is not up to the standard, the painting is less detailed."

The style of speaking is exactly the same, and I doubt that the two of them were taught by the same teacher.

After tearing off their own works, Dewey and Hall were in a state of painting again.

As a result, the picture falls into a scene similar to an endless loop: two old men paint, the two old men tear the painting, the two old men paint again, the two old men tear the painting again...

Several hours passed in a flash. I don't know what these two old guys think. Anyway, I always keep a sitting posture. I feel tired.

Looking at my watch, it was approaching noon, and I discussed: "Hey, let me say you two, can we have a meal first and take a break?"

The two old men didn't listen to my words at all, they still shook their wrists, and kept drawing.

Ten minutes later, when the paintbrush was closed, the two old men frowned, thinking hard for a few seconds, and suddenly tugged at both ends of the drawing paper with a stab, and then tugged.

The black line on my forehead was very helpless: "Here again."

Then, when they were about to paint again, they retracted their arms.

After closing their arms, the two old men finally recovered.

"What are you doing?" Dewey said in a daze.

Master Hall also glanced at me in a daze, but then he reacted and said with a smile: "Are you going to go'convenient'?"

"Convenience is naturally to be convenient, but..." I pointed to the watch on the top of my head: "Look at this, what time is this, should we go for lunch?"

The two old men looked at their watch in unison, only then restored their former posture.

Dewey coughed and said, "It's time to eat."

Master Hall asked Dewey, "The old place?"

Dewey thought for a while, turned to me, and said, "How about going to the old place to eat?"

"What old place?" I wonder.

"The old place is the old place" Dewey said.

"Yes, it's the same place" Master Hall said.

The two old men looked at each other and smiled.

I:......

After leaving the adventurer base, we arrived at the place to eat after a short while.

I looked up and said in shock: "Fuck, it's really the same place!"

I saw a square plaque hanging above the store front with three large golden characters engraved on it: Old Place.

In the lower right corner of the ‘Old Place’, a small line of small characters is also engraved: Ai Ruicheng Branch.

Yo, it's a chain agency!

I can't help sighing.

Once back to some memories of when I was on earth.

When I was in a daze, I heard Dewey's voice sound: "What are you dazed by, kid, hurry up!"

I recovered and hurried to keep up.

When I entered the hotel, I found that this hotel is a little different from other restaurants. Although most of the service staff here are humans, they are all humans of other races who command from important positions.

When Dewey and Master Hall stood still in the hall, an elven woman in formal attire greeted us quickly with a professional smile on her face: "Master Dewey, Master Hall, welcome both Come to our shop, how do the two masters plan to consume today?"

"The same way" Master Hall said.

"Okay, I have someone to prepare, please come with me."

With that, the elven woman led the two old men up the stairs with a smile.

Being ignored, I laughed at myself and followed closely.

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