This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Ferdinand III looked at the knights in the prison cell, a trace of sullenness flashed in his indifferent eyes.

He walked up to the oldest knight, and punched him in the face.

"Why are you here! Did Dylan ask you to come!"

The beaten knight wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The familiar fist is their city lord.

Looking at Ferdinand III in front of him, he said seriously: "Master Dylan didn't ask us to come, this is our own will."

A second punch landed on his left cheek.

"Nonsense! Disobeying orders, is this your chivalry!"

"When we decide to come here for revenge, we are not knights, but your followers."

Ferdinand III stared at the knight in front of him like an angry lion.

The other party's face was calm, and he still looked at Ferdinand III calmly.

After a long time, Ferdinand III let go of his hand and let out a long sigh.

He rubbed the other person's head, as gentle as ten years ago.

"Sit down and tell me what happened in the castle when I was not around?"

After listening to the knight's description, Ferdinand III sighed regretfully.

The development of the matter is as expected after taking off the clothes.

Greed, jealousy... These things are like slow poisons, slowly corroding his castle.

Dylan is a qualified heir, and Ferdinand III is also cultivating him in this direction, trying to cultivate him into a righteous and benevolent heir.

But he was missing one final lesson, and that was necessary cruelty.

If it was Ferdinand III, he would immediately execute all those who spread rumors and hang their bodies on the city wall as a warning to others.

Afterwards, he would blame the League of Assassins for his own death and let the League of Assassins bear all the firepower.

Even if the other party is innocent... Forget it, how many innocents can there be in the League of Assassins.

Dylan was still too righteous, thinking that other people would be as sensible as he was, but what he didn't know was that reason was the rarest quality.

"A crushing defeat." Ferdinand III shook his head.

At this time, the door was pushed open, Leanna pushed the dining car and walked in with the crazy little policewoman.

Seeing Ferdinand III who was sitting on the ground chatting with other knights, she put her hands on her hips and said dissatisfiedly: "Old gentleman, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that you need to have a physical examination today? Go back to the ward! "

Lianna's unkind tone instantly angered the other knights.

A young knight immediately asked, "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"A patient who doesn't follow the doctor's orders very much, what's wrong?"

"You know he's..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ferdinand III punched him flying.

Looking back, he said to Lianna with a little apology: "Sorry, they are my subordinates, and I am talking to them. Can I talk for a few more minutes?"

"Just five minutes, and return to your ward immediately."

"OK."

Watching Lianna leave, Ferdinand III heaved a sigh of relief, and then found that other knights were looking at him in surprise.

"My lord, is she a fallen person? Why are you so polite?"

"That's right, she is a fallen person." After a moment of hesitation, Ferdinand III added, "But she is a good doctor. Eat more food, accumulate physical strength, and maintain spiritual power. I don't want you to become fallen people too. "

"But, this is the devil's food." A knight hesitated.

"When you eat in your belly,

That's yours. "

The words of Ferdinand III dispelled the concerns of the knights, and they took out the steaming food from the dining car and started to eat it.

Knights are considered to be the bottom of the noble class, but even they have never eaten such delicious food.

The mutton is cooked just right, the potatoes have fully absorbed the juice, and they are delicious and full of weight.

For a moment, all the knights in the cell gave up talking and immersed themselves in the delicious food.

While the knights were eating, Ferdinand III had returned to his ward and was being examined by Leanna.

After carefully examining Ferdinand III's wounds, Lianna nodded in satisfaction: "He's recovering well, but you should be careful when exercising, otherwise you'll get new bruises every day."

"I will be careful." Ferdinand III nodded.

"There is another piece of good news. After taking off your clothes, Master Lu has approved that you can move freely in this dungeon."

"no limit?"

"There is no limit. But he said, if you want to escape or destroy, then you can measure the consequences yourself."

"...So that's the case, because there are prisoners? He calculated that I would not abandon my subordinates. What an evil hell lord."

Ferdinand III breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Then out of etiquette, I should go to see him."

After Lianna's report, Ferdinand III finally saw Lu Fan who was playing cards with the players in the demigod space.

In the past few days, Lu Fan felt more and more bored.

Trapped in my own dungeon every day, I can't buy new pornographic books, and I don't get any magic stones. It feels like time has stopped.

The only fun is to play cards every day, deal with Alice, and talk to my magic stone wives at night, and the day passes like this.

The life of the devil king is so boring and boring.

Seeing Lu Fan sitting with a group of slimes playing cards, Ferdinand III was stunned.

This style of painting is a bit wrong.

According to his imagination, the other party should sit on the throne of the lord, with aura like a rainbow, with a monstrous demonic energy, and he wants to destroy the world by opening and closing his mouth, so that he can fully reflect his true qualities of an evil lord.

Sitting and playing cards with a bunch of slimes doesn't feel right.

And this demon king is surprisingly handsome, even from a human point of view, he has to say that his nephew has completely failed.

He waited quietly until Lu Fan finished playing a game, and then said rigidly: "Hello, Mr. Lu."

"Well, have you eaten?"

"Er... I ate. Thank you for your tolerance, allowing me to move freely."

"You're welcome. We just met, let's discuss the issue of compensation. You trespassed on my dungeon, how much do you think you should pay?"

Ferdinand III straightened his body: "You can take my life, but I won't give anything to the devil."

Lu Fan looked at the other party and found that Ferdinand III did not have a trace of fear.

Through the "report that a monkey can read in a minute" given by taking off his clothes, Lu Fan already had a general understanding of the opponent's personality traits.

Stubborn, old-fashioned, and highly suspected of being the high-level castle, there is a 70% probability that it is Ferdinand III himself.

Threats or lures will not work to make the other party subdue and obediently hand over the psionic cultivation method. This old man is not as unscrupulous as a demon.

But fortunately, he is not the only one who has the method of psychic cultivation, and the group of knights also has corresponding methods.

Corruption always starts from the inside, let them appreciate the beauty of the current dungeon, get stuck in it little by little, and finally hand over the cultivation method obediently.

Fine, it's diabolical.

Tempting others to degenerate, the old man is really becoming more and more like a devil.

Therefore, Lu Fan did not show the slightest bit of sullenness, and still smiled and said: "It's okay, I allow you and your subordinates to move freely here. We are not an employment relationship, but I will not provide supplies for free. I will allocate a piece of farmland to You guys, please get all the materials from here yourself. These things are all obtained by you freely, so it shouldn’t be considered a devil’s deal.”

Ferdinand III closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then finally nodded: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Lu."