This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Captain Duran worked hard for half the night before he was let go by the contented sub-engineer lion.

Although I only made three sets of clothes, and I couldn't see the effect of wearing the clothes on the other party.

But the sub-engineer lion with two lines of liquid still gave him a very high evaluation and promised to assign him some more leisurely work in the future.

What are these slimes trying to do?

Walking towards his room, he became more and more confused about what the group of slimes were trying to do.

Each yellow card has the corresponding room number and bed number on the back.

The rooms here are all temporarily built, and the beds are relatively simple. It seems that there are not enough people here, and they have tried their best just to make clothes.

As soon as he walked into his room, he found that the half-shark had returned to the corresponding bed, his head sank in a special fish tank, and his body smelled like bread.

The other party looked at the ceiling silently, and after a long time he murmured and asked, "How is your assessment?"

Captain Duran was silent.

He really didn't want to tell the other party that he made clothes for the night and was quite happy doing it in the end.

It wasn't until this time that he realized that he seemed to prefer being a tailor to being a pirate.

I'm sorry, Dad, I've only now discovered my true heart.

However, he was one of the pirates who shocked the entire sea of ​​blood. If someone found out that his hobby was making clothes, he would definitely become a joke in the pirate world.

Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, he sat on his bed and became serious: "It's quite serious. I had to use a sharp weapon, use my excellent vision, and change three sets of plans, and finally managed to repel the pair .Afterwards, that slime with a nosebleed fell under my power, and left a free job under my threat. What about you?"

"Well... almost. I poisoned them. I mixed white powder and water in front of them, baked the poison with the flames of hell, and stuffed the expanded poison into their mouths They were overwhelmed by my strength and did not resist at all, allowing me to stuff the poison into their stomachs."

"Well, you worked hard."

"You too. I'm too tired today, why don't we discuss our escape plan next time?"

"Well, next time."

The two of them fell silent in a tacit agreement.

Then fell asleep until the next day.

The next day, Captain Duran woke up and had breakfast before starting another slime's training.

This slime named Qunxingmengxin is very good at managing people.

He can understand the mood of the other party just by looking at him, and he speaks very friendly, and what he says is highly credible.

After just chatting for a few words, Captain Duran found that he had a certain affection for the other party. After all, it is rare to see a slime who is so understanding, and every word can speak to the heart of others.

"Here, we adopt a nine-to-five system. You need to clock in at a fixed place at nine o'clock every day, but it doesn't matter if you are late, as long as you have completed the share of the day. Get off work on time at five o'clock in the evening. If you have unfinished work It can be put on the next day, but this week’s work must be completed in a guaranteed amount.”

"Breakfast, lunch, and dinner can be enjoyed in the cafeteria, and there is no limit, and there is no problem with eating as much as you want. But at present, we have a lot of food, but there are not too many dishes. But we have found yellow talents who are proficient in cooking, It will get richer after a while."

"Working five days a week, there will be two days of paid leave every month. If you don't stop, you can accumulate it to the next month, and you can accumulate it for a year at most, and then you have to use it."

"There will be a salary here every month, and the salary will be issued in the form of banknotes. The banknotes can be used to buy the right to use the land and various commodities. Incidentally, the land is owned by our Master Lu and will be taken back after seventy years, but Certain subsidies will be given according to the actual situation.”

"Besides that……"

After listening to Qunxing Mengxin's introduction, Captain Duran became more and more confused.

Interrupting Qunxingmengxin's welfare introduction, Captain Duran asked suspiciously: "Are you here to do charity? Or are you all believers in some silly, white and sweet gods, and you don't feel comfortable not doing something good every day? "

"That's wrong." Qun Xing Mengxin pushed the non-existent glasses, "We are here for exploitation."

"It's the first time I've seen such benevolent exploitation."

"You can also understand it as some kind of social practice, experimenting with how much subjective initiative people can provide in addition to obtaining material satisfaction under the extraordinary worldview."

"I don't understand." Captain Duran shook his head.

"Simply put, it is which kind of exploitation method is more suitable for the residents here. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you know that you are very important to us. That's all for the introduction. Do you have any other questions or anything you want? ?”

After pondering for a while, Captain Duran tentatively asked: "Can I get back my matchlock of doom?"

"Not yet." Qun Xing Mengxin said in embarrassment, "Your artifact is very popular now, and my companion is using it to play chicken."

"Eat chicken?"

"One person shoots himself, and then starts chasing each other to see who can survive two hours. The winner is the one who survives the last two hours. If they die after two hours, then it is a draw. Because the result after the shooting is unknown , and with bad luck, anything can happen, so it’s quite interesting to play.”

"...you really know how to play." Captain Duran said, shaking his head.

This group of slimes don't even care about their own lives, and it's not wrong to lose to them.

In this way, Captain Duran's tailor shop opened.

At the beginning, his business was a bit bleak, but as time passed, his business got better and better.

Every morning, he would receive more than a dozen small notes in the crack of the door of his shop, on which he drew in detail the style of clothes he wanted and various attributes.

After making these clothes and putting them in the mailbox at the door, the clothes will disappear that night and be replaced by thin banknotes.

These clothes are revealing but not revealing, but the styles are complex and there are many varieties. The dresses alone include off-the-shoulder, backless, lace-trimmed, red, white, and colorful black.

And for some reason, this group of players has a particularly obvious preference for maid outfits. There are hundreds of different styles of maid outfits alone.

In the process of making these clothes, he felt an unprecedented tranquility.

Although it was only a short ten days, he felt that this time was the happiest time he had ever spent.

There is no wind and sun on the sea, so you don't have to worry about your subordinates betraying one day, and you don't have to fight other pirates.

The past was like a dream, making him feel like a lifetime away.

In addition, he can see the changes of this small island every day.

Every day, he could see new buildings rising from the ground, new shops appearing, new pirates put down their weapons, walk into the shop, and become a new shop manager.

He could see that a large number of black people with only strength walked into the mining area during the day and returned with mud in the evening, but the smiles on their faces were still shining brightly.

He saw that the white talents were assisting the players in managing the island, actively resolving various disputes, and helping the players adjust the city.

He saw the power of order and the great changes brought about by the chaotic pirates on this small island.

The number of pirates here is increasing every day, but this place has not become chaotic because of this, but has grown more rapidly.

The whole city is like a newborn baby, constantly asking for more manpower, constantly growing and growing.

Looking at the ever-changing city, Captain Duran inexplicably felt a sense of pride.

Especially when he saw some people put on the clothes he made, the pride became stronger.

"What a terrifying power." He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, he counted the banknotes he earned today, feeling unprecedentedly satisfied.

The money you earn through your hobbies is really great!

And today is his birthday, so he put the banknotes, address and strawberry cake requirements into the newly opened cake shop in the morning, and now it's almost time for the cake to come.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Goudan here? Your strawberry cake with goat's milk has arrived, remember to give it a good review."

Hearing the sound at the door, Captain Duran rushed out excitedly, and then saw an unexpected figure.

I saw the half-shark standing at the door, holding a very cute cake decorated with cream in his hand, dressed in the pastry chef's costume that Duran made some time ago, staring at himself dumbfounded.

The two looked at each other in silence, and finally Captain Duran said, "Thank you, thank you. Just put it there."

"No, you're welcome. Well, today is your birthday, and we also have a birthday song service."

"No, no need."

"That, you must have this, otherwise there may be bad reviews. But you can cover your ears."

"oh."

In an awkward atmosphere, the half-shark lit a candle, and clapped his hands like a zombie and sang:

"Happy birthday to you~"