After dinner in the evening, Sean came to the dungeon again.

He arranged four short goblins to guard Oroin's ball in shifts, but to be honest, he was not very sure.

Although this Oroin Ball has not used any magic so far and seems completely harmless, it is not difficult to see from the fact that it takes six people to force it to summon it into the present world that this guy's strength is probably far beyond any enemy he has faced before.

But there is no way, he only has this power to use at present.

At least if that thing really goes wild, the short goblins can give you a warning.

The other four goblins were taken into the dungeon by him to protect the summons tonight.

He has modified the new summoning spell, and Sean does not intend to waste too much time, and fight quickly.

"Hahaha, you still have the heart to continue the summoning ceremony. Don't you know that the disaster is coming?"

As soon as the sound sounded, you would know that it was Alhaz without looking.

"What, what's your opinion?"

"That mage ball, it is obviously greedy for your body. It will sooner or later swallow you. Aren't you a cautious person? He actually does such reckless behavior. Or is it just saying it, but you are just talking. In fact, you are as crazy as me, no, you are even more crazy than me."

"Of course I have my plan, so you won't worry."

"Do you mean the exile curse? I don't think that thing can be easily exiled, and you failed to even exile a devil."

"That's because I was disturbed by the Hellhound at that time, otherwise - wait a moment, how do you know about the devil?"

Sean looked at the mirror in his hand with some confusion. This guy didn't go to Nord with him.

"Hahaha, guess." Alhaz said, disappearing in a flash.

Humph, the self-righteous guy, Sean sneered. He was not too confused about this issue. Alhaz could not pose any threat to him, so he could only use these mysterious ways to beat the edge drum and scare him.

The best way to deal with him is to ignore him.

When he arrived in the dungeon, Sean stood on the summoning position of the Graham magic circle and summoned himself, just use this small magic circle.

He took out the modified spell, took a deep breath, and began to recite it.

"A ordinary thing from the Atlanche world."

"Common objects, wood utensils, four-legged furniture, daily necessities for people to sit and rest."

"Use Graham's magic array to open the door to another world."

"In my name, Sean Forest."

"I call you to come to this world."

His spell this time was very specific, and Sean was very confident that the risk this time should be the lowest in previous summons. His thinking was very clear. It cannot be said that summoning something completely useless, but it is best not to be too useful, so stools, chairs and the like are very suitable.

Anyway, he is planning to use it to refine magic liquid, so he doesn't need any special functions.

The space crack slowly opened in the air, the light dissipated, and a chair appeared on the summoning array.

This is a very gorgeous-looking lounge chair, made of integrated mahogany, carved with decorative patterns, and looks very stylish. It makes people want to sit on it and rest after seeing it.

But Sean will not be deceived by this superficial ordinary.

"Who is it?" Sean looked at the short goblins, who immediately pointed their fingers at No. 11.

"Okay, it's all for you." Sean pointed to the chair and signaled it to sit on it.

No. 11 sat up very obediently, and immediately showed a very comfortable expression. It adjusted its posture, and the expression seemed to be unusually enjoyable, and even closed its eyes slightly.

"Hey, don't sleep for now, how do you feel? What's the effect of this chair?"

No. 11 showed a big smile (so comfortable, it was so comfortable).

This smile was so bright that it made Sean feel a little suspicious - is it so exaggerated?

"Start up, I'll give it a try."

After hearing this, No. 11 showed a hesitant look, and struggled on his face, as if he didn't want to stand up.

Sean was a little surprised. He knew that short goblins were always very obedient and it was difficult to see if they disobey orders or something.

Is it really so evil to disobey a chair?

He picked up No. 10 and sat up.

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of relaxation spread throughout his body instantly. He felt his body relaxed and his spirit relaxed. At this time, the dim dungeon around him seemed to be coated with a layer of warm color, and the leaping light of the torch became so warm.

Sean let out a long breath and collapsed on the recliner, as if he had been working hard for half his life, and finally had the opportunity to sit down and have a good rest.

He just sat on the chair, trying to sit until the end of the world, but his eyes closed unconsciously and wanted to take a nap.

However, when he opened his eyes, he suddenly realized something was wrong. The light of the torches dimmed a lot. He looked up and saw that the torches were almost extinguished.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was almost nine o'clock, and he had sat on it for three hours. Sean was startled and hurriedly sat up from the chair.

This chair is a bit weird. Although it is really comfortable and relaxing to sit down, it doesn’t feel that it’s very useful. Instead, something is easy to get it. It’s better to burn it.

Sean did not hesitate and condensed a battle axe of light and split it into pieces in a few seconds.

He looked at the fragments on the ground with some regret, waved his hand to signal the dwarf to send the fragments to the smelting room.

However, such a few pieces are not enough. Sean is going to summon it three or four times and refine its 1,000 ml of magic liquid.

Standing in front of the summoning array again, Sean felt surprisingly in good spirits.

"A ordinary thing from the Atlanche world."

"Common objects, wood utensils, four-legged furniture, daily necessities for people to sit and rest."

"Use Graham's magic array to open the door to another world."

"In my name, Sean Forest."

"I call you to come to this world."

The crack opened and the light dissipated. This time, the one summoned by Sean was still a chair, but the shape was a bit strange. It seemed to be made of a whole piece of tree roots. No, it was not so much a production, but rather a tree grew into the shape of a chair.

The crooked branches of the trees form a twisted chair shape, just a dent that can be used for people to sit down.

This thing looks a bit weird.

"No. 12, come on!"

No. 12 walked over and sat down on the chair. There was no reaction at first, but after only a few seconds, the chair suddenly squirmed. No. 12 was startled. It wanted to stand up, but found that its butt was stuck on it all at once, as if it had grown into one with the chair. Its clothes and flesh all turned into dark red juice and penetrated into the backrest and cushion of the chair. No. 12 screamed and struggled desperately to leave the chair, but to no avail. Its half of its body had merged into the chair in the blink of an eye.

Sean had no idea how to rescue him, and watched as No. 12 was completely absorbed by the chair.

The chair quickly calmed down again, and the wriggling branches returned to their original appearance, but the chair looked a circle larger than before.

Sean felt cold in his heart when he saw it. It turned out that danger was everywhere, even if it was just a chair - fortunately, these brave friends were exploring the way forward.

If he sat on it first, the consequences would be unimaginable. In the picture just now, he really wouldn't be sure that he would get out of it.

He murmured five seconds of silence for No. 12, then picked up the axe and chopped the chair into pieces.

Let's take it back and refine it.
Chapter completed!