Sean closed the log and stuffed it into his pocket.

He hid his dimensional pocket in his pocket so that he could take anything out of his pocket at any time like Dora A Dream, just like magic.

I have to say that this thing is really convenient. Now he can bring his own luggage anytime, anywhere.

If he can, he hopes to get more.

“Wednesday, Wednesday!”

Sean shouted twice, and soon appeared at the door on Wednesday, looking at him calmly.

"Let your brothers prepare for it, we are about to start our summons today."

What I want to summon today is the treasure thief goblin. Since I have found the routine to make money, I naturally have to do it a few more times. He doesn’t think there are too many dimensional pockets, or it’s good to get some other magic items if he is lucky.

He felt that he had found a stable resource channel and was quite satisfied with it.

When he walked into the basement, the short goblins were already ready.

He closed the basement door, nailed a wooden board to make sure nothing could escape from here, and then took out the Book of Old from his pocket and put the crown on the floor of the basement. He glanced at the short goblins, and the little guys immediately formed a circle around the crown, holding the guy in his hands, closing his eyes, and moving very skillfully.

Sean was very satisfied. At this moment, he was looking forward and relaxed. He opened the book with ease and recited the summoning spell above.

【The weak existence from a distant country.】

[Cunning mind, sneaky body, greedy heart, thief who ignores his life for treasure]

[I show you with my beloved things, I tempt you with precious things, I wary you with my guardian heart]

[In the name of the contract signed by you and my tribe and the ancient times.]

[I order you to appear in this world.]

His back was facing the crown, so he was not sure about the summoning process, but he was very sure that the summoning ceremony should have been successful, just like every time before, until a huge shadow obscured the light of the torch, and an inexplicable sense of oppression made him turn back suddenly.

What appeared in front of him was a huge monster three meters tall, with his head almost hitting the ceiling. His bloated and fat body looked ugly and terrifying. In the darkness, it was like a pile of deformed meat mountains. Its body was covered with tumors and folds of fat, and its body was filled with stench.

For a few seconds, Sean thought he had hallucinations, and he woke up suddenly until the monster looked at him with ugly yellow eyes.

Did it, something went wrong again!

"Quick the guy!" he shouted, putting the book into his arms, and then took out his revolver.

Bang bang bang! Bullets kept shooting on the monster's face and chest, and the monster howled painfully, but obviously failed to cause fatal damage.

The short goblins faithfully carried out Sean's orders and rushed towards the monster's big feet on Monday with a kitchen knife.

Tuesday he threw the stone hard, causing some interference, and stood in front of Sean on Wednesday. His weapon was still the same stick. Sean doubted what damage this thing could cause, but his loyalty was worthy of commendation.

Attacks were launched from behind the monster Thursday and Friday.

There are two short goblins who don't know what they are doing.

Sean's last bullet aimed at the monster's eyes, which was perhaps the only weakness.

Bang! The shot missed.

Then Sean saw the monster sitting on Monday, then grabbed another goblin and threw it to the wall.

Sean put away his pistol and took out the hunting rifle.

This kind of hunting rifle is used by local hunters to hunt fierce beasts. It is powerful and can be killed with one shot if it hits the vital point.

He shot a shot at the monster, and the bullet hit the monster's body, blasting a big hole in blood and blood. The monster made a terrifying scream, which shocked Sean almost dizzy. He saw the monster looking at him, his eyes flashed with a fierce light. At that moment, he was frightened and sweated coldly on his back.

"Go to me, give me all!" Sean shouted, while retreating and putting bullets on himself. This kind of hunting rifle can only press one bullet at a time, which is simply a scam. What's even more terrible is that he was so panicked at this time. This kind of old antique-like hunting rifle is particularly complicated...

The monster rushed towards him, moving his two fat legs bulkyly, and the folds of fat drooped from his belly, swaying.

Sean suddenly realized that this thing was actually a treasure thief goblin, but he didn't know why it looked so huge. Could it be a mutant? He didn't have time to think too much.

The monster had already arrived near before the bullet was stuffed in. Sean hurriedly retreated, but when he retreated to the stairs, he remembered that the door was sealed for the sake of "safety".

At the critical moment, a short goblin launched an attack from behind and used a pitchfork to open two holes in the monster's butt. As soon as the monster turned around, it grabbed the brave little guy and bit off its head.

Sean's scalp was blown, which one was the short goblin, Thursday or Saturday? It didn't matter anymore. Thankfully, the bullet finally got in. He raised his hunting rifle, took a deep breath, exhale, and inhale again. He forced himself to calm down, adjust the muzzle, shifted from the monster's fat head to the more fragile back neck, and then pulled the trigger again.

Boom! The bullet made a hole in the monster's neck. The monster stood stiff for a moment, swayed twice, and fell down like a mountain of flesh.

There was a dead silence in the basement, with only the stench and blood scent in the air, and a gurgling sound came from under the monster, which was the sound of blood flowing out.

After a while, Sean came to his senses in a daze. He loaded another bullet for the hunting rifle and shot the monster's head to make sure that the monster had no livelihood. Then he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

A moan came from under the monster, and Sean saw two short legs popping out from under the monster's accumulated belly. It was Wednesday, the poor little guy.

Sean had a lot of effort to drag Wednesday out from under the monster's belly. It seemed that it had only breath left, its stomach was flattened, and at least a few ribs were broken, and perhaps even hurt its internal organs.

Sean saw the messy scene and the few short goblins around who survived fearfully, turned around and opened the basement door, and crawled out with Wednesday's arms.

Sitting on the floor of the lobby on the first floor, Sean looked at Wednesday moaning on the ground and was a little dazed. This was the first time he had experienced such a fierce battle. If his luck was a little worse, he might have to explain it today. Who would have thought that harmless summoning rituals could also bring such dangers.

Wednesday moaned again, and its painful expression made Sean come to his senses. By the way, Lingzhishui, he subconsciously reached into his dimensional pocket, but he hesitated the moment he touched the bottle.

Why do you do this? These short goblins are just dispensable consumables, and you can summon more at any time, but the Spirit Water is a rare life-saving spirit, just use a little less.

Perhaps letting it survive and fend for itself is the right choice.

However, looking at Wednesday's painful expression, Sean finally took out the bottle. He unscrewed the lid and sighed secretly. He still couldn't do anything without fail.

Forget it, such a small thing shouldn't be used much.

He pinched Wednesday's mouth and carefully poured the Spirit Water into it, for fear of a drop leaking.

I poured a bottle cap a little more, hesitated for a while, and dripped three or five more drops.

Watching Wednesday's breathing become even, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

He stuffed the bottle cap of the Spirit Water and shook it. There was still half a bottle inside. He put it back in his pocket with some distress.

When he turned around, Sean saw the remaining few short goblins coming out of the basement. He could recognize them now. The ones who died were Friday, Monday, and Thursday.

The remaining few were also all with lottery, which was really a tragic battle.

Sean found that these short goblins had zero combat power, in addition to helping to catch the thief, but at least they still attracted a few firepower. So try to let them go to the battlefield as little as possible in the future.

He looked at the basement again and could vaguely see the monster's huge body, and the stench was gradually spreading out.

He closed the basement door so that the smell was temporarily blocked. Sean had a headache. How should he deal with this thing? And what about the crown?

He didn't think the appearance of this monster was an accident, especially after being threatened and cursed by the old treasure robber yesterday.

Could it be that this thing was arranged by that old goblin? This seems a bit incredible, or it may be just his own bad luck.

But no matter what, this accident was a huge reminder to him.

Sean took out the summoning log and compared it with the previous records.

Now he was a little suspicious of his speculation. The monster in front of him was not related to the weak. [A cunning mind, sneaky body, greedy heart, thief who ignored his life for the sake of treasure], each of these could not be equated with the big guy in the basement.

Could it be that this description applies to the entire race, and as long as it is of the same race, even individuals who do not meet the standards can be summoned?

If you are summoning someone, then it is possible to summon an 80-year-old man on the hospital bed, or a professional fighting champion?

So can we add more detailed descriptions to reduce this variable?
Chapter completed!