"Don't I have been wrong in my life..." Marin Nogferg muttered to himself. ■

If you are not studying the wrong direction, and with his ingenuity, you can at least have a small amount of money, at least not to the point where you have no courage to confess to the goddess.

"Mr. Marin, Mr. Marin," the sound of 6 is like coming from a distant place, awakening the fallen goblin researchers.

6 is just trying to suppress this guy, lest he ask for too much price, but he didn't plan to kill him with a stick. He really made the child stupid, and when he was looking for someone to formulate.

"Sir, you haven't left yet, please don't worry about me, let me die quietly," and it turned out to be gray.

"Mr. Marin, I think you are a bit sloppy," 6 said gravely. "You are still young. You can repeat everything, and your research is not worth anything. Do you believe this?"

"I believe that what can be done, I am going to die, and I can no longer make a comeback." Marin Nogfuge feels that his vitality is fading. ▲.ww.▼

"You can find a clever doctor to cure the disease, then continue your research, or study something else, in short, you must make money, then go to Sprinko, she will marry you, Then give you a son, isn't it better?" 6 is just the devil who climbed out of hell, like a summoner showing a beautiful vision.

Marin Nogfuge was moved.

He was not willing to make all his efforts to be ruined, and Sprinko, Marin Nogfuge loved her so much, even if he only looked at it from afar.

"Please, adventurer, help me," thought that I could never see Springland's long sleep again, Marin Nogfuge struggling to sit up.

"I'm actually a research madman, especially interested in alchemy. If you want to get my help, you have to exchange your knowledge for it..." 6 Touching the fluffy moustache on his lips. ●■.ww.● Strive to create an artistic posture.

The meaning of the words, the formula is brought, Sao years!

"Knowledge..." Marin Nogfuge showed a distressed look. He shook his head and said, "I have tried to write this formula. But it always fails. Maybe it is not enough to be recognized by the **** of alchemy. ""

Not all papers are written in recipes, and the real recipe must be recognized by the system.

And some recipe systems are not willing to let players get, but also belong to the type that can not be written.

6 is calm and calm, but it is difficult to hide the disappointment at this time, but fortunately it is getting late. Marin Nogfeg did not notice too much, otherwise he must reassess his research value.

In the end, there is really no formula, or this guy flicks himself.

This is an argument that there is no way to directly verify it. It can only solve the problem by its own judgment. The 6-way brain is running eagerly, and silences the boss for a while in the waiting of the goblin. ●.ww.●

He is eager to rise to the local tyrants and wants to take a step. It seems to be very difficult at the moment.

"As long as you help me, I will repay you thousands of times and swear in the name of Springing." Marin Nogferg bit his teeth, 6 can not wait, but he can't wait, and He was most worried that this life-saving straw thought he was worthless and went straight away.

"We can go to the pub to talk, I think you need to eat something," 6 said to help the weak goblin.

"Oh, no matter what, thank you," Marin Nogfuge said gratefully, he was a bit confused by the bizarre and varied attitude. The high IQ that is self-proclaimed on weekdays has become a paste.

As the night fell, Gadgetzan was somewhat affected.

The pubs are full of people, there are npcs, and there are adventurers. ▼●.ww.▼6 Although the clothes are inconspicuous, but Marin Nogfeg, who is holding him, is quite eye-catching.

"Another fool, it wouldn't be a task to touch," the player recognized Marin Nogfeg.

Gadgetzan npc is full of goblins everywhere, Marin Nogfeg can only be a less eye-catching one, but can not stand the player population. There is always an attempt to harass him by chance. Everyone knows that this poor goblin can only be poor and wait for death.

"Marin Nogfuge has actually fallen to this point. Is he still holding on to that ridiculous and unrealistic study?" This is the attitude of npc, and certainly not friendly.

6 left and did not ask Ma Lin to be placed in front of a more remote table.

The location is remote but the service is attentive.

A variety of fine drinks, as well as grilled lamb chops and other foods were quickly brought up by the waiters. Other players could only shake their heads and sigh. 6 away from playing games, the brain was broken, in order to find hidden hidden missions. This table costs a lot.

Marin Nogfeg was completely sluggish, and he felt that his illness was missing, and there was an impulse to eat the next cow.

6 I was quietly watching him eat Haisai, not worried that such a small man would eat a belly, and he himself was just sipping a glass of ale.

The temperature difference in the desert environment is large. During the day, the ground can be boiled and the cold can be frozen at night.

The pub was filled with food and wine. The fireplace was filled with fine charcoal, and the chill outside could not enter at all. Marin Nogfeg at this time was completely lost in this long-lost happiness.

"You are so generous, sir, I will repay you in the future," wiped his mouth, and Marin Nogfeg's blue-white goblin finally brought a little blood.

"Future?" 6 smiles from kindness: "Do you have a future, Mr. Marin, or do you want to go back to sleep in a dirty alley?"

Marin Nogfuge’s heart trembled, and he had a heart-rending dislike of the little alley that had lived for a few days. It was a good place to think that it could block the cold wind in the night.

"I have an agreement here," said the picture, and 6 is the moment you are.

If it was just in the alley, he would come up with an agreement. Marin Nogfuge might consider it carefully. At this time, in a comfortable environment, he would never want to go back to that cold again. In the alley.

"Sir, you are a demon dressed in a night elf coat," he said, signing his name on the agreement, and biting his thumb, dropping blood into the inscription on the contract.

"I gave you the power of choice, Mr. Marin, should say that the cooperation is enjoyable," 6 took the contract from the repressed heartbeat, and his hands were shaking without the slightest trembling of the hand. Leaves.

He couldn't wait to use his fingers to open his fingers and drop the blood into the inscription.

After the contract was reached, the contract book burned automatically, and it quickly became a black-and-white. Even a little gray was not left. (To be continued.)

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