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After trampling the elite dwarf to death, with a flash of light, this poor little guy exploded. It was indeed a bug amulet. In addition to the fixed explosion rate of 155%, there was also a 10*level% explosion rate.

Now I am level 65, which is equivalent to a 650% explosion rate. Adding the original 155%, the explosion rate exceeds 800%. Under this terrifying number, even the dwarfs exploded. This is equivalent to starting from a beggar.

What are the chances of extorting 100,000 banknotes from him?

No, I heard that beggars have become quite rich recently, and it doesn’t seem to be that difficult. Anyway, spring comes when old trees grow, and pearls grow from old clams.

I watched with joy as the equipment and gold coins completely engulfed the body of the elite dwarf. I couldn’t wait to bend down, peel off the gold coins, and pick up the good things first. Look, it was indeed true, there was a piece of golden equipment. I, Rogeti,

Those three stingy eyes are no joke, I was already staring at them the moment they appeared.

This color is a golden leather armor. Judging from the name, it turns out to be the essence grade [Cologne Leather]. But when I looked at the demand level, I was very rich at the time. Before I could identify it, as a blank slate of Cologne Leather,

The level requirement is as high as level 68. After identification, the required level will definitely increase rather than decrease. If it is gold level, it is very likely to break through 75. If there are one or two more rare attributes, it is not impossible to break through level 80.

Looking at my small body of level 65, not to mention the blue and gold level, even if it is level 68 required by the whiteboard, I still can't put it on. Looking at it like this, I don't even have the mood to recognize it.

However, it should be said that it is indeed an elite level equipment. Just the whiteboard defense without any attribute bonus is more than 600. The number of level 68 is not an exaggeration at all. It is worth the money, but it is a pity that my level is not good.

Suddenly a raging passion for upgrading ignited in my heart, not to mention the hidden strength improved by upgrading. The powerful attributes of those high-end equipment alone are many times that of my equipment. No wonder Princess Wannian said that she has

Any piece of equipment is comparable to the defense of my whole body of equipment. This is because my equipment is too shabby in terms of level. Some of them are still at the ordinary level and have not even reached the extended level, let alone the elite level.

Already.

Of course, Princess Wannian, this evil rich second generation, is one of the richest people in the Dark Continent. Her worth is comparable to that of Artoria. The throne of the richest woman in the Dark Continent is probably between her and my king.

born.

By the way, director, can I ask again, who is the protagonist of this script? Just Artoria. Why do you want to introduce a guy who seriously irritates my nerves and challenges my status as the protagonist? The protagonist should not be all

Wearing the richest equipment, pretending to hide his only skill, and destroying all the hard-working supporting characters in the world who work hard without receiving a salary or a lunch box, and actively rub their faces into the protagonist's step?

I’m desperate. I’m desperate for this kind of script that has no fun at all. I want to change jobs!

Looking at the other items, there is only one piece of golden equipment. The others include a blue bow, a few gems, two whiteboards, potions, gold coins and materials that I am too lazy to count. It is unimaginable that these are dozens of times the size of a dwarf.

Objects all exploded from it. How big is God’s mind? I really want to get in and take a look.

There are also other explosive items dropped by the dwarves. Although they are not worth mentioning compared to the elites of the big explosion, the mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are. I collected them all one by one.

Then, the second thing he did was to drag Princess Wannian, who was still meditating, and Aiwa'er, who seemed to be an outsider, cool and noble, and lived in a different plane from us, to run away quickly.

This is the third world. In other words, the dwarfs I killed are all entities, not projections or clones. The corpses will automatically dissipate the action energy.

What does a fresh corpse mean? There are too many, and the most important thing is that these corpses can attract many hungry guys. If I am the only one, I don’t mind using these corpses as bait at all to create

There were more corpses, but there were the rookie-level Princess Wannian and Aiwa'er whose combat power was unknown. I was a little more worried and thought it would be better not to play with fire.

Far away from the battlefield, I found a safe place without monsters to stop. I recovered my body and looked at Princess Wannian who was still meditating: "How is it? Is there anything gained?"

After coming back to her senses, Princess Wannian nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it made me understand something."

"Oh?" I couldn't help but prick up my ears. Could it be that this guy is actually a weirdo that has not been seen in a thousand years... No, a martial arts genius with talent comparable to Tamoya. He has understood the truth from just a few simple combos?

"I have no skills."

"Huh?" I was dumbfounded, what was she talking about?

"I mean, I don't have any skills, so no wonder I always feel like something is wrong." Princess Wannian was rarely impatient, and she repeated herself in the face of my stupidity.

"How is it possible that I don't have skills...well, it's really possible." Thinking of Princess Wannian's identity, I scratched my head and was convinced.

"Could it be that your tribesmen, who made your body so perfect, didn't leave any imprint of their skills on it?"

"No, it should be said that it is impossible to do it. The performance of the body can rely on superb technology and top-notch materials, but imprinting the soul touches the forbidden area of ​​​​God. It is the difference between gods and mortals. Even if we were famous back then.

Even if the Radik tribe’s magic technology is ten times superior, it still wouldn’t be possible.”

"Well, let's not talk about such profound things as soul imprints. Even I can think of it. You should be able to avoid this restricted area and leave the magic circle imprints in your body. Doing so will at least allow you to master several

Convenient magic does not mean that there is no means at all."

"Of course the tribesmen know about such a simple thing." Princess Wannian closed her eyes, as if recalling that long and vague memory.

"But it's a pity that they didn't do this. In my impression, the reason seems to be [As a magic clan, our Horadric clan is always criticized for only knowing magic. If we can create a perfect existence of pure physical melee combat,

Wouldn't it be better to let those picky guys see how powerful we are?"

"That is to say, those guys are tired of playing magic and want you to change their fighting style, right?"

"Although I'm very unhappy with your tone, that's probably the truth." Princess Wannian sighed softly, feeling troubled and helpless for those unreliable clan members.

"If possible, I would really like to see what kind of virtue those who created you have."

"If possible, I would also like to go with you and use the [pure physical melee combat] methods they expect to beat them into bitches one by one." She rarely agreed with me, feeling sad.

"Purely physical close combat is not a good idea. If you encounter a strong enemy whose physical attack is ineffective, wouldn't you be blinded?" I frowned, worried about Princess Wannian's future.

"You don't have to worry about that. Those tribesmen who are messing around are not so stupid. Since you want to create me perfect, of course you can't leave such a simple flaw. Although I can't use magic myself, this sword

, but it comes with powerful elemental attacks and a certain probability of ignoring physical defense attacks, so even if you encounter enemies with materialized and invalid attributes, it will not be a problem."

"This should be considered the only good news."

"Yes, although I really want to beat up this monkey of yours who looks pitiful and sympathetic but is secretly laughing, but I decided not to because I'm not in the mood."

I:"……"

How on earth did she know what I was thinking? Could it be that those boring Horadrics built a cruel weapon like mind-reading into her body?

Looking her up and down in confusion, I suddenly noticed something strange.

Just now, the white stockings that had been scratched turned out to be intact. What's going on? Could it be that the speed at which Ben Zina changes her stockings is also at a lightning level?

Sensing my gaze, the guy raised his chin proudly and snorted crisply: "How about the automatic recovery function? It's awesome."

"It's amazing." I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Horadric's black technology was simply formidable, but...

"Could it be that... you have never changed your clothes?"

Suddenly, the proud expression on Ben Zina's face changed to shame and anger. After being thrown over my shoulder by a tornado, she taught me how to behave, and then she angrily poked my head with her finger.

"In my life, I have never seen a guy as rude as you, stupid monkey. Why can you say such rude words to a lady without any care? How is your brain structured?"

I've seen it all! Ai Wa'er, you just nodded your head slightly in agreement, right!!!

Am I really that rude? Seeing the two ladies around me colluding with each other, colluding with each other, and having the same odor, I felt heartbroken and couldn't help but ask myself.

No, I've always been a gentleman.

At this time, the little ghost who continued to play with the realm of sacred exorcism in the necklace raised his head and whispered "Xiaofan is a pervert". It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making me lower my head in frustration.

.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Humph, there is a cure." Princess Wannian's face brightened slightly when she saw me admitting it honestly.

After a while, I showed curious eyes again and asked cautiously and with a gentlemanly look: "Um...you really don't need to change clothes?"

"Do you think you're not a pervert just because you act like a gentleman, you stupid perverted monkey?!" Princess Wannian shouted unbearably, and with a loud bang, my head was stuck upside down in the ground and turned into a ball.

Dancing Morolo.

During the rest of the journey, Princess Wannian kept a gloomy look on her face, which made me feel even more stressed as I was walking in front. It was as if someone was holding a gun to my lower back. I was so frightened that I didn’t dare to say a single word for fear of irritating me again.

Ben Zina is as violent as a volcano erupting.

"There are two sets." Suddenly, such a simple and subtle word came from her walking behind.

"Huh?" I was startled, thinking that Ben Zina was going to do something to me, so I almost squatted on the ground with my head in my hands, shouting at the heroine, please spare my life.

"I mean, there are two sets." She repeated it again while suppressing her anger.

"What two sets? I still have a second set of CCTV. Please make it clear...Okay, okay. I understand, I understand!" Seeing her put her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, my anus tightened.

Suddenly, I finally connected this sentence with the previous one and understood what she meant.

It's telling me that she wears two sets of clothes, and she's not a girl who doesn't change clothes, right? I know, I know everything... If you have something to say, don't draw your sword!

"But, are two sets enough? A girl should have eight out of ten sets." Seeing that Princess Wannian's face looked better, I plucked up the courage to ask.

For example, Veras. Even as simple as her, she has several sets of clothes. Of course, they are all maid uniforms. I don’t need to explain more. In fact, I really want to try dog ​​ears.

Cosplays like dog tails, etc., but Veras’s character is too conservative, what a good dog attribute, just wasted, every time I think about it, my face is filled with tears.

"What do you know? This kind of clothes is the same as equipment. It has its own recovery function. It is tough and not easy to be damaged in large areas. It also has an automatic cleaning function..." Princess Wannian kept giving examples and talked about a lot of functions. Finally,

Moisten your throat and make final remarks.

"Therefore, making a set of such clothes is as difficult as making an artifact. Making two sets for me is already a luxury."

"I understand, it's not because you don't want more, it's because you can't do more." I nodded humbly.

"Hmph!" Princess Wannian tilted her head heavily in response to what I just said. I don't know if she agrees or disdains to answer. I think it is the former. According to my mortal understanding, which girl would mind having more

clothing?

"Okay, let's stop chatting here. Let's get back to the topic. Do you still want to study hard?"
To be continued...