Chapter 378: Harold's position

Nothing happened all night. The next day, I got up early to wash, just made some breakfast, and went straight to the underground city.
Scavenging monsters is a chore, and upgrading is a hard indicator. It is absolutely impossible for you to be profitable in this world of the weak and the strong, without tyrannical strength and proud level.
I am not worried that my hometown will be attacked when I go to the dungeon, because that is almost impossible. The reason is simple. In the guild, there are two guys who might be stronger than me: one is. Godot, the other is Taylor.
Godot, I haven't seen him make any moves until now. I only know that during the duel practice, the light wall he condensed casually can withstand my slashes several times.
Although several slashes did not use full force, they also used six or seven points of force. You must know that even the hardest bones of the demonized bat can not withstand my six or seven points of force.
As for Tyler, I don’t need to say any more. During the previous meeting with the masked woman, I didn’t even see how he jumped onto the wall.
The old man with such outstanding speed and jumping ability will definitely not be a simple old man. Maybe as some lustful novels say, he is a masterpiece with the appearance of an ordinary old man.
In short, the home must be safe, and now, the most critical question is myself-when can I get through the 19th floor and enter the 20th floor.
I asked Harold before about what the 20th floor looks like.
Harold shrugged regretfully: I haven't been either.
When he said this, I didn't feel surprised. There is an insurmountable gap between adventurers and monsters in various attributes.
The same level 9 adventurers fight against monsters. Most adventurers will be completely defeated. Therefore, there has always been a rule in the dungeon: when fighting at the same level, the number of adventurers should be five times that of monsters.
Although I cannot pretend to say whether this data is accurate, I can draw a conclusion from this: the strength of the monster = the comprehensive strength of about five adventurers of the same level.
Of course, this is only for ordinary people. If you change to such things as fighting lunatics, fighting geniuses, special professionals, etc., there will be situations where the strength ratio of monsters and adventurers is 1:1, or even 1:2, or even more. .
This is only a special case, so I won't talk too much.
In fact, I am also a special case, a combat lunatic with a bit of adventure. Although I am usually very afraid of death, once I fight, I will enter a state of forgetting everything and fighting with all my strength, especially when I release to kill. When you want.
While thinking wildly, I walked into the portal on the nineteenth floor. At the door, there were many people standing, the leader with a familiar face.
It's Harold.
I raised my hand and greeted him habitually: "Morning."
Harold said: "Morning."
As he said, he waved to me and motioned to me to speak.
Walking with Harold to a relatively hidden location, he suddenly said: "Have you heard that there was a murder and robbery yesterday?"
"Huh?" I was surprised, but in fact, I knew it a long time ago. It must be what I did last night.
"All members of a medium-sized guild were killed. Not only that, but the guild property hidden in the basement was also looted."
Harold blinked at me and whispered, "Your hands are really clean."
"Ah? What are you talking about?" I looked innocent and spread my hands: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"Pretend, you still pretend" Harold snorted, and said, "When you were working, a member of my guild happened to show you upright. If he didn't say, I didn't know you did it. As a result, you Stay with me here."
"Cut, I was seen" I grinned and said, "I thought it was very concealed!"
"It's already very hidden" Harold sighed: "If he didn't happen to pass home from the casino and knew you, he would have ignored you."
"Hey" I also sighed: "What is called a celebrity is difficult to do, this is it!"
Harold's expression suddenly became serious, and he kept his tone down as much as possible, and said: "Lessons are enough, why did you just slaughter the guild?"
"Why don't they have eyesight, they bullied my wife and cried."
"What!" Harold raised his eyebrows, "They moved your woman?"
"That's not true," I said lightly: "Just beat me up at my house and made my wives cry."
Harold was startled first, then raised his hand, pointed at me, and let out a burst of laughter, which caused the other members to look sideways, but was driven out with a gesture by Harold.
He whispered: "I didn't expect that such a strong An Xiaoyi would sometimes be beaten. I really want to see what you look like after being beaten."
I cut and expressed shame on his schadenfreude, and said: "The foundation is not stable now. I can't do it directly at home. I can bear it for a while."
Harold suddenly showed a surprised look. He stared at me for a long time and said, "I didn't expect it. An Xiaoyi, who started with a disagreement, even knew how to constrain."
Hearing this, I sneered: "This is not called convergence, but an account. I want to write down this account to all the bosses of those who have threatened and hurt me during this period."
"And then?" Harold asked, "What are you going to do next?"
"Next, I will simply, if my strength and influence are sufficient, I will retaliate as appropriate."
"Are you going to engage in a coup?"
Harold narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone a little unnatural.
I waved my hand: "It's not that exaggerated, and I'm not interested in being the lord of the city. I just help them decide who the heirs are when necessary."
Harold was obviously shocked by my last sentence. He opened his eyes round and said nothing for a long time. Suddenly, his tone became a little low and said: "You know, I have always been loyal to Eri City, don't let me Too difficult."
"Don't worry, definitely not." Then, I smiled again and said: "Don't talk about loyalty to the city of Eri. You are only the city lord who is loyal to the city of Eri. Do you care, am I right?"
Harold's face remained a little ugly until he heard what I said. He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly eased, opened his mouth, and gave me an ugly smile.
I answered him with a more ugly smile, not only ugly, but also wretched.
Then, we both couldn't help laughing.
At this moment, outside the corner, a woman's voice came over: "President, are you with An Xiaoyi?"
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