The captain of the investigation scolded himself that he was talkative and had to turn around and leave.

The atmosphere at the round table was a bit embarrassing. Everyone dug their noses, drank coffee, and looked up to the sky. After about a minute, Master Feigir said sullenly, "I know you don't bother me, it's okay! After this crisis, I abdicated and let you idiots toss you! Whatever I say, I also led Shenghaige into the prosperous city owner and resisted the invasion of the stinky women of Shenghaige for three times! If you feel better than me, stand up now!"

The other five slave owners looked embarrassed, but no one really stood up. No one dared to carry this hot pot.

"A group of pigs who have no responsibility but dare to stab the knife in the back!" Master Faigir was humiliated face-to-face by his vassals and simply let himself go. The situation could not be worse than it is anyway.

The investigative team leader's arrogant attitude made him understand that his political life is over. What he has to do now is to earn his own honor, otherwise he will be a coward in the future. Will he still live in the city after retirement?

So what Master Fergil is doing now is provocation, erecting his image mentally, and making it clear that he will give up the position of the city master, and attack me again, it is a personal grudge!

Sure enough, the atmosphere of the round table changed immediately.

The slave owner of Zola who has been singing secretly in the dark, said respectfully, "Everyone is just their own masters, you don’t have to be surprised that the master of the city is the same. Wasn’t that how you were in the same year? Okay, what should we do now?"

Father Fegel pondered for a moment and said, "I still don't worry. You haven't been in direct contact with your opponents. You can't feel their power at all, especially Deadpool. It's a god. If he wants to, kill me on the spot, It's almost like stepping on an ant. Our attack is like tickling to him. How do you say such an enemy?"

The slave owners looked at each other, and Father Fegel didn’t need to hide anymore. Anyway, he would abdicate to let the virtuous, so what he said must be the real situation. If the enemy is as strong as he said, what should he do?

Slave Lord Zola, as the most powerful person here, is responsible for direct dialogue with Master Feigir. He asked, "Master Master, do you have a way?"

Uncle Fergie smiled coldly, "Isn't it a ready-made solution? How did we deal with the old fellow Carrie?"

Everyone suddenly realized that it was just a word!

This is indeed the most tortoise, but the most effective way.

"But... you also know that the energy here is harmful to us," the slave owner Zola said, "the longer we are here, the greater the damage to us, if there is a large army stationed outside Fortunately, he convinced his men, but now there are no ghosts outside. We can't convince them."

"Liar! Deceive! Intimidate! Do what you do best!" Father Fegel tears off his disguise and ridicules in the most straightforward language, "This still uses me to teach you? Let's say that based on reliable information, our enemies go back to find Mother Kerry, prepare to kill a carbine! Make sure no one dares to mention it again."

The slave owners nodded one after another. This is indeed the best way. There are no slaves in the city, big or small, who are not afraid of Mother Kerry. The reputation of Mother Kerry can reach the level of children.

Prior to this, Master Fegel always considered words, and every sentence had to be thought out before he could say it out. Now he has nothing to worry about, and he spouts out what he wants to say the most in his heart, what stupid pig, idiot, garbage, The rice buckets and the like forced the five slave owners out.

The slave master Zola was the first to bear it, and said that he would go back to arrange things inside the colosseum and left in a hurry. The other slave owners also learned something and turned away.

Father Feigel breathed out the bird breath that he had held in his heart for a long time, and took a long breath. Now think about it. If you abdicate, it may be a good choice. As long as you leave this position, you can happily follow people. Sprayed.

Master Figir arranged for the men to re-brain the female slaves as soon as possible. These female slaves have become powerful warriors. It is no longer possible to use them as dancers. You can make a comeback!

If, like Ms. Kerry, you will always be the head of the family, and even rule the city of St. Hagrid forever....Feigel sees infinite possibilities from the powerful slave girl.

...

"Wow! This place is exactly the same as the outside! What is the principle?"

"Wow! Look at it, there is also a Colosseum show over there!"

"Wow! What are the people over there? Did you all see? It seems to be fighting, do we want to take a look?"

.....

Deadpool is like a steamed bun, and it feels fresh to see everything.

There are people coming and going in the city, but everyone looks a little restless, and the two people on the opposite side pass each other, and they can fight if they see each other.

The air was full of anxious atmosphere.

Loki unlocked the invisible magic, there were too many people on the street, three people and one head, traveling in the invisible state, maybe they were hit by pedestrians, and the plan to infiltrate the four must be ruined.

Even a fool knows that it is certainly not a good person to meet a few invisible people on the street. The succubus in St. Hagrid is not a fool.

Instead, walking on the street normally is the safer option. The people in St. Helge thought they were hiding very secretly, and they wouldn’t think they would find it here.

Deadpool is now hidden in the shoulder bag on Logan's shoulder. This is the shoulder bag that Rocky has transformed. From the inside, you can still see the outside, but from the outside, it is an ordinary canvas shoulder bag.

Suddenly he was knocked on the head of the dead waiter.

Logan reached into the shoulder bag with one hand~lightnovelpub.net~ paws out, "What do you think this is?"

Deadpool asked inexplicably, "Isn't this your claw? Made by Edman metal, it is absolutely safe and reliable after high temperature sterilization. What's wrong with it? Is it dirty? Or will I lick you clean?"

Logan lowered his voice and said, "No... this is a fork!"

The Deadpool asked strangely, "Fork? Oh, it really looks like a fork. It's just a little bit bigger. Do you usually use it to eat things? Wow, you really can live your life. Bring your cutlery."

"No, it's not for eating, it's for forking people," Logan said ferociously. "If you dare wow again, the next person to fork is you, and yours tongue!"

The dead waiter put out his tongue and said, "I don't think so. I have only one head left. After being cut into three holes, I have no image at all. By the way, strictly speaking, my tongue It’s not an individual, it’s just an organ, used to talk... woo!"

Logan put a paw on the tongue of Deadpool. "Don’t blame me for not warning you. Say another word and you can say goodbye to your tongue."