After hearing Karl's method, Nia was a little surprised.

It’s not that this method is not feasible, but it is surprisingly feasible.

Any living being can be controlled by psychic power, and the lower the intelligence, the easier it is.

However, the mind flayers choose those with higher intelligence to work for them and serve as their food reserves, while Carl does the opposite.

However, this method is not without weaknesses. If someone who possesses psychic powers knew about this, it would be easy for him to trick Carl.

"Hehehe, what if I also synchronize with the slime?"

With his hands crossed in front of his chest, Carl held his head high, looking like he was so awesome.

"Hiss~"

Nia took a breath and looked at Karl with sparkling eyes.

Then, Nia asked with admiration:

"What if your opponent casts a relocation curse on you?"

Carl stopped smiling.

Looking at Karl squatting on the ground, Nia smiled secretly, stepped forward and said soothingly:

"Oh! Isn't it just a little flawed? How can anything be perfect? ​​This is already pretty good!"

After a lot of persuasion, Carl finally cheered up.

Unfortunately, just when the two were about to carry out the next experiment, the trio of the halfling, the warforged and the beastman arrived.

The dead war terracotta warrior has been resurrected. Although his body looks very strong, his life breath is abnormally weak.

"Manager! Thank you for saving my second brother's life!"

With two short swords on his waist, the halfling took the initiative to step forward and thank him.

The equipment on him seemed to have been downgraded, and it seemed that this experience had caused them heavy losses.

"It's okay. I'm only doing this for money. By the way, remember to come over after you recover. I'm planning to let you experiment with my prosthetic body."

After saying this to the war terracotta warriors, the two sides chatted for a while, and then the trio left.

Judging from what that wolf-shaped beastman said, they seem to be planning to counterattack and take revenge.

"Manager, can I go out and take on some tasks when I'm free?"

When the store returned to its quiet state, Ying approached carefully and asked Karl for advice.

"sure!"

Carl still vividly remembered how Mitris had cheated him last time. He was already on guard against this Zhor and wished that he would leave his shop right away.

The reason why Karl kept her was just because he was afraid that the other party would be in trouble.

Of course, the other party’s clumsy lifestyle was also one of the reasons why Carl was “soft-hearted”.

He always felt that if the other party left here, he would have to sleep on the streets.

Then, Ying just stared at Carl until he felt scared and he remembered that the opponent's weapon was broken.

It didn't take much time for Carl to make a set of chain darts for Ying that were easier to use.

Watching the other party skillfully using this strange weapon, Carl suddenly felt a little itchy.

"Niya, do you want to go out with me and take some risks? Don't worry, it's not far outside the city."

Adventure has a lot in common with traveling.

Traveling is not always smooth sailing and there will always be bad experiences, and the same is true for adventures.

But if you stay in the same place all the time, you always want to go to places you have never been to.

Looking at Carl's eager expression, Nia knew that Carl wanted to find a place to experiment with the effect of the metal slime.

After pondering for a moment, Nia secretly looked at Ying, then nodded and agreed.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them showed up at the Adventurer's Guild in the city and formed an adventure team, preparing to leave the city to hunt down the fugitives hiding in the nearby mountains and forests.

This is also a good opportunity to test Ying. If she has any plans, they will be easily exposed in the battle.

…

"Gah! Gah! Gah!"

In the evening, outside a village west of Arkanix, Carl and his two companions stopped at the entrance of the village and looked inside the village with blank expressions.

There had been a massacre here not long ago.

The dirt road was covered with dried blood, carrion birds were pecking at the corpses, and the stench of corpses wafted from far away.

Ying didn't react much to what she saw. She just kept staring at the fire in the village.

"What a bunch of beasts!"

Although he knew that things were not peaceful outside recently, Carl could never have imagined that it had developed to this point.

His face beneath the power armor was slightly distorted with anger. Carl took off his helmet, took out the can of Metal Kelkin Mud and drank it all.

The cold touch went from the mouth along the esophagus to the stomach, and then quickly spread throughout the body.

The dragon pattern on Carl's shoulder emitted a more conspicuous light, and the Keljin Mud Monster merged with Carl in some special way.

With a thought, V completed the connection with the power armor. Some liquid metal seeped out from Carl's skin, and then under the influence of Carl's psychic power, it turned into two long swords in V's hands.

"Go ahead!"

After exchanging a glance with Ying, the two with greater mobility then rushed towards the fire.

Carl's power armor is now in blue form, and there is no sound when he walks.

As an assassin, Ying's movements are even more silent.

However, when the two men approached, the bandits sitting around the campfire noticed their arrival.

The bandit leader, who had just rested, drew his weapon and jumped directly at the place where Carl was hiding.

But he chose the wrong opponent.

With a "ping" sound, a gap appeared on the long sword that had been with the bandit leader for at least five years.

V, whose thinking was in sync with Carl's, stabbed the other person with a knife, and actually stabbed him directly through the heart.

The scene was extremely quiet, as neither side expected that the bandit leader would die just like that.

"Leave no one alive!"

In the end, Carl, who was the first to react, said this to Ying, and then directly cut off the bandit leader's head.

"Um."

After responding calmly and calmly, Ying swung out his chain dart, instantly piercing a robber's throat.

Her hands were emitting faint psychic fluctuations, and when a robber took advantage of her to throw the chain dart to attack her, the psychic energy in her hands instantly transformed into a psychic blade, directly cutting the man's carotid artery.

The battle didn't last long, as the average level of those bandits was probably less than level 3.

"Wait, something is wrong. The main force of this village should not have been killed by this group of people."

When Carl and Ying finished dealing with the battlefield, Nia, who was hiding in the dark, came over and reported this bad news to them.

"I found footprints of gnolls nearby. This bandit group might just be the subordinates of a stronger group of desperadoes."

For some reason, Carl thought of the battle that led to the death of the warforged.

"There can't be too many forces outside the city, otherwise the city lord would have come directly to the academy for help. Maybe someone has already united those scattered bandit forces. We can't go any deeper, let's go back to the city first!"

After making a quick judgment, Carl turned around and left with his two companions.

And things turned out to be exactly as they had expected. Not long after Carl and his companions left, another team of robbers who had just taken over the shift discovered their dead companions.

They fled back to their current camp in a panic and told their leader, a half-elf warrior, what happened.

"waste!"

The half-elf slammed his palm on the table, his whole face twisted in anger.

But what made him angry was not that his men were killed, but that their lives were "wasted".

Behind him, a Gnoll shaman was brewing a pot of something fishy.

Upon hearing that those subordinates who had just been recruited had died, an expression of pity appeared on his wolf face.

"If we had known earlier, we should have just killed him. We only need ten lives to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony. Maybe if we're lucky, we can open a portal to a dungeon."

As he spoke, the gnoll scooped out a bowl of soup from the cauldron.

A robber leaned over to take it, then forced it down a cowering young man.

After the other party drank the bowl of soup, the robber carried him and walked down a tunnel that had just been dug.

After a scream, the robber came up again and shook his head.

"We have to speed up! The encirclement and suppression of us by various forces is getting stronger and stronger. We are now trapped here and cannot move. We can only try our luck and run to the underground city if we want to survive!"

After thinking it over for a while, the half-elf picked up the weapon beside him and called his men to leave the camp.

He is a warrior of the battle master profession. His absolute strength may not be as good as that of a champion warrior, but he is better at dealing with various environments and battle situations.

“How many villages are there around?”

Looking at his subordinates, he had a wooden face and a cold tone.

"No more. We have killed all those we could find. The rest have either run away or are being controlled by experts. We cannot defeat them..."

Before he could finish his words, the bandit's head was moved to another place by this level 2 fighter.

The half-elf looked at another subordinate and shouted, "Lead the way!"

Lead the way, of course, is to lead the way to those villages that are not easy to mess with.

The robber who witnessed the death of his companion was frightened and then ran to the front with weak legs to lead the way, fearing that the new boss would kill him if they disagreed with him.

The robber couldn't help feeling sad when he thought about the days when he used to rely on the terrain to collect protection fees from the caravans.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have reported this killer directly!"

The robber regretted and blamed himself, but he also knew that he could only think about it.

Soon, a group of people rushed towards a nearby village.

"Fellow villagers! The robbers have not been brought to justice yet. We must continue to strengthen our vigilance. The three of us brothers and sisters will guard the place tonight, and each family will send one person to help watch. If you spot the enemy, shout quickly. The enemy is cunning and cruel, so don't take it lightly!"

In the village that was targeted, the trio of Halfling, Warforged and Beastman were giving instructions to the villagers. Although the Warforged was not in good condition at the moment, he was still standing behind the Halfling with a big knife in his hand.

(End of this chapter)