I became an NPC in Wuxia Paradise

Chapter 11 It's Real

"Wei Guardian, thank you so much this time!"

Just after nightfall, in the largest private room on the second floor of Wangbei Inn, the innkeeper Wang Beiyun, a slightly fat man in his 40s was holding Wang Wei's hand gratefully, shaking it back and forth.

"If I hadn't met you, my daughter would have been... Hey! The mother left early, and now I'm just a sustenance. If something happens to Yu'er, I, I really don't know what's the point of being alive! "

"Don't say anything else, Guardian Wei! I hope that this kindness will be remembered forever! Please accept my worship!"

As Wang Beiyun spoke, he wanted to kneel and kowtow.

How could Wang Wei have been treated like this before? He was saying that he had selfish motives in saving Wang Yu'er. He was really embarrassed to see the other party being so grateful, so he quickly supported her with his hands.

"Brother Wang's words are serious. Yu'er is just like my younger sister. It's only natural for me to help you. You don't need to do that."

Wang Beiyun wanted to kneel down to thank him a few times, but how could he be Wang Wei's opponent as an ordinary person, he couldn't kneel down at all.

Seeing that this method doesn't work, Wang Beiyun is not a person who doesn't know how to adapt, so he stopped insisting and said: "Since this is the case, then whenever Guardian Wei comes, food and lodging will be counted on my head. Is it okay?"

"Then are you still doing business?" Wang Wei laughed, and said, "Just tonight."

"Guardian Wei, I..."

Wang Beiyun wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Wang Wei: "Brother Wang, you will be born in this way."

Upon hearing this, Wang Beiyun really stopped talking, and Wang Wei said to the people behind him: "Brother Wang treats guests tonight, come, why don't you hurry up and thank you, Brother Wang."

"Thank you, Shopkeeper Wang!" All the disciples of the Yin-Yang Demon Extreme Sect cupped their hands in thanks.

"No, no, there is nothing to be thankful for. I should thank you all. I can do this as an innkeeper."

Wang Beiyun waved his hands again and again, bowed deeply to Wang Wei and his party, and said, "Guardian Wei, drink some tea and rest first, I'll go down and cook some good food for you personally!"

"Okay, then Brother Lao Wang has to worry about it." Wang Wei smiled lightly.

"No, no." Wang Beiyun smiled innocently, and exited the private room after giving another salute to everyone.

Watching Wang Beiyun's figure disappear, Wang Wei still had the smile on his face from before, but he was lost in thought.

"Is he really an NPC? No matter how you look at it, he looks like the father of a daughter."

Thinking of what Wang Yu'er did before, Wang Wei suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart. He still remembered the very first sentence in the American drama Western World:
"When you can't tell the difference, what's the difference between true and false?"

But he found that even if he knew now that no matter Wang Beiyun or Yu'er, when both of them were just an NPC, he still couldn't believe that the relationship between the two was just a programmed program...

Wang Wei's contemplation did not last long. It is estimated that the shopkeeper's cooking priority is different. After a while, the three tables in the private room were filled with various dishes. After Wang Beiyun offered Wang Wei a few glasses of wine, he was taken Ren Xiaoer called to go to work.

This Wangbei inn is not big, but it has three floors, one of which is a place for eating, half of the space on the second floor has been opened up as private rooms, and the remaining half is used as guest rooms just like the third floor.

The overall operation is considered a small business, which is why there are not enough shopkeepers to make up the situation.

Wang Wei shared a table with Wu Guangsheng, and a dozen or so other disciples occupied two tables each, chatting and eating at the same time.

"At first I thought that the NPC's eating was just for fun, but I didn't expect that the dishes are rich and taste really good."

Wang Wei temporarily forgot his previous thoughts, and started to taste this dish, and that dish was a joy to eat. At this moment, he could say that he completely forgot that he was not a human, but an NPC.

"Come on, master, this is the bamboo leaf green treasured by shopkeeper Wang. You have a taste." Watching Wu Guangsheng pour wine for him, Wang Wei picked up the wine cup and drank it without rushing. Instead, he observed it for a while. He had never drunk this thing before.

Seeing that the wine was golden and transparent with a touch of blue green, Wang Wei went up to smell it, and a very unique aroma came to his nostrils. He didn't say he liked it, but he didn't hate it either. The mouth feels mild and smooth, slightly sweet and slightly bitter,
"It's alright."

Wang Wei smashed his mouth, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do.

He used to only drink beer, but now he is an NPC in the ancient rivers and lakes, and there are some things that he can't force, let alone this paradise, even if there is beer in the outside world, he doesn't know.

"Would you like to try another wine?"

Wang Wei picked up the menu on the table and looked at it.

Speaking of which, he actually wanted to complain just now. This is clearly an ancient martial arts paradise. How could there be such a thing as a menu?
Although the names of the dishes are all written on the bamboo slips, which looks very ancient, but Wang Wei always feels that the ancient ordering in his impression should not all be shouted out by Xiao Er, and then let Xiao Er stage a scene of reporting the name of the dish or something?

"Zhuyeqing, Nuerhong, Dukang, Jimo Old Wine, Shuanggou Daqu, Huiquan Wine..."

Wang Wei looked at the wines indicated on the bamboo slips. He had seen a few of these names when playing games before, and the one that impressed him most was Jimo Old Wine. I remember in which game, could I exchange fishing rods with a certain NPC? Something...

"Which one should I drink?"

When Wang Wei was hesitating, he heard footsteps coming from outside the private room. Along with the sound of the door next door being opened, he knew that someone had entered.

In fact, the so-called private room is that there is a relatively thick wooden board between the rooms, and then a door is added.
As far as Wang Wei's current martial arts is concerned, he doesn't need to listen carefully to know what the next door is talking about, let alone the two people who entered the private room did not even think about lowering their voices, they just talked at ordinary volumes.

"Senior Brother, it's so hot." A soft female voice said, "There's no air conditioner in this place. Is the cooling system of the armor we're wearing broken?"

"Junior Sister, there is no refrigeration system. If it gets hot, you can use a fan to fan it. You don't need to find a shady place, or take a bath in the water. What we are playing here is a reality."

The man explained with a smile, it sounded like he was very experienced.

"You two guests, what do you want to order?" came the voice of the waiter.

The man seemed to think for a moment and pondered for a moment before hearing him say: "I want..."

The man Balabala ordered several dishes, but none of them were what Wang Wei saw on the bamboo slips. The key was that the names of the dishes were very dramatic, such as Drunken Fairy Fruit Salad, Raw Sliced ​​Ice Crab Meat, Gongbao Jinlongding and so on. Yes, what does that sound like?
Just when Wang Wei was puzzled, he heard the man say again: "Bring me a glass of beer, it must be chilled to ten degrees, what do you drink?"

"Me? Uh, plum bar, I'm not very good at drinking." There was some doubt in the woman's voice.

"Ah? Plum wine? Beer?!" Wang Wei was stunned, did his ears pass through, or how could he hear this?
"Okay, I'll be here right away." Xiao Er replied, as if there was nothing strange about what these people wanted.

When Xiao Er closed the door of the private room and left with a squeak, the woman came back and said, "Didn't you just say that what you play here is a real thing? Why do you have the things you ordered here?"

"That's right, what you play is real, and you didn't say that what you eat has to be real?"

The man smiled and said: "We are all here to have fun. It would be great to eat some limited dishes that only players here can eat. Are you not tired of eating those common dishes outside?"

"...That's right, so you said those NPCs can drink beer?"

"Of course not. They don't have these in their menu. I heard people say that their taste seems to only respond to some preset things."

"Set up? It sounds amazing. Wouldn't they be surprised by what we ordered?"

"No, their program has some blocking functions, and they will turn a blind eye to some of our actions that they cannot understand."

"Otherwise, every time someone wants to drink beer or other beverages, they will be surrounded by a group of NPCs. Then it's not a time-travel drama, and there will be no sense of substitution every minute?"

"oh, I see."

There is some feeling of disapproval in the woman's voice, it seems to be saying that you are drinking beer here, what sense of substitution is there?

After that, the two of them talked about what they had seen and heard in the world recently. The flower picker Lang Fei, known as the lone wolf under the moon, seemed to be active in this generation recently. Why didn't they see anyone after searching for so long?

Wang Wei is no longer interested in listening to these contents, because his mind has been overwhelmed by the sentence, "Their tastes will only respond to the set things"!
Looking at the delicious meal in front of him, Wang Wei suddenly lost his appetite.

"You guys continue to eat, I'll go out for a walk."

After speaking, the man got up and walked out of the private room.

He wants to be alone.

(End of this chapter)