Advanced NPC

Chapter 37 Which Cookie Are You

Ai Jue was furious, but he couldn't say anything, and he couldn't beat Ah Bai...

——I could only hold my breath, thinking about how to put laxatives in Ah Baifan, and then silently ran back to my main city to do the task.

How miserable.

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Hathaway and Abai returned to the production area in Fadu.

When they found the production player who said they were fishing, they found that she was wearing a blue apron embroidered with chickens and big white gloves, holding a tray of small yellow biscuits.

Seeing the two players who came back after beating monsters, she let out a "hi" and pushed the biscuit back into the oven.

Didn't you go fishing, friend?

"Fishing is at the full level, but cooking is not far off." The production player acted nonchalantly.

What?Full level?

"... Don't say that you are also that liver emperor." Hathaway narrowed her eyes.

Does this picture look familiar? !
"She really is." Abai said silently.

Hathaway raised her head suddenly, and found that the production player scratched his head with a smile.

What are you hey? !
"It's embarrassing for you to look at me like that," she said.

"...I'm going to hand in the task, and I'm leaving." Hathaway said expressionlessly.

Said to slip away.

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Hathaway found the NPC with lingering fear, and after handing in the task, she got a task of returning to Miranda.

The issue is……

"How can I meet her?" Hathaway looked at the smiling NPC and asked.

"Lord Miranda is a very busy person." The NPC didn't take it seriously, "After all, he is a big shot in charge of the silver land of the empire, so we have to make an appointment."

reserve……

Dare she be able to see Miranda passing by before, is it a piece of good luck that fell from the sky?

Although I can understand this situation a little bit - it is indeed possible for Miranda's level.

"Okay... and..." Hathaway thought for a while, and faced the NPC's smile, "Can I use 'your' workshop?"

The game will simplify the production function for the convenience of players, but the "original" operation will still be retained-prepared for some players who are too deep into the game.

This is still the operation found on the forum.

To Hathaway's relief, the NPC did not refuse the request and brought her to the full version of the studio.

Here, Hathaway finally didn't see the "decoration" consoles that made her collapse.

"The alchemy facility is fine, and so is the magic circle..." Hathaway stood in front of the operating table that was at least ten times more complicated, counting the necessary constructions, and it took about ten minutes before she felt relieved.

To be honest, in the years "before her death", due to being busy with some things, she didn't use the studio much.

Ok……

With her hand pressed against the cold operating table, she froze for a few seconds before recovering.

——because of a glimpse of the metal nameplate engraved on the side of the table.

[Mastering the elements is like the goddess of creation mastering the ability to create the world, which is a necessary thing to lead to the world tree - Ebween. 】

Hathaway withdrew her gaze and sighed in her heart—this sentence was written by an alchemist as famous as Fan Yin, and it became a sentence that inspired mages qiu (si) bu) generation (neng). The mage world is almost equal to "study hard and make progress every day".

Eh... the operation is a bit manual.

She first "ignited" the magic engineering circle under her feet.

"Hey, these old and immortal words are really unforgettable, but players don't eat this kind of thing."

The next step is to heat up the crucible on the table—a flame of a different color sprang up from the bottom of the pot, enveloping it in a rich color, with a hint of danger.

Seeing this, Hathaway lowered her head, frowned and stared at the set meal, in short, she was a little distressed.

Still can't feel the elements.

Theoretically, every race can communicate with the elements, but the Phantom Race is an "exception".

Even a person like her who has deep research on elements is still puzzled.

It also made things quite troublesome-a person who is so familiar with the elements can no longer perceive the elements at this time, just like a chef who is blind.

Mom is very upset.

Hesevi opened the panel helplessly, and was about to take out the things in the backpack, but was slightly stunned.

There seems to be something that has never been seen in the personal attributes.

[Aryan's Bounty: Magical engineering income increased by 100%]

Aryan?
"???"

"What's going on? What's going on!"

Hathaway, who was still calm (looking) was completely shocked.

Aryan is the god of change, who rules over wealth.

The goddess of creation Alentia created thirteen demon gods, among which Anlai, the demon god of life, created most races including humans.

The creation of life has nothing to do with other demon gods, especially Aryan, the demon god of change known for his violent and greedy personality.

This is obviously a kind of racial blessing-God knows what is the relationship between that unpredictable demon god and this inexplicable race?
Hathaway felt that all this was becoming more and more strange——

"How is this possible... What the hell are the Phantom Spirit Race..."

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Oh, when ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, they will only feel that the Phantom Spirit clan has superior production occupation attributes and has no friends.

Pooh, what kind of demon god is your focus?

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Imperial Silver Land.

—A room without a window is dark.

This is a prison.

There was only one prisoner in the prison, his hands were bound by iron chains, there was a vague black shadow on his wrist, his hair was loose, and his face was invisible.

click -

When the iron door was opened, a person walked in slowly with a calm pace, bringing a glimmer of light.

But the woman in the light did not have a face with light.

— Miranda.

"Adeno." She spoke slowly——

When Adeno heard the sound, he reacted slightly, his stiff neck moved slightly, the range was very small, as small as trembling.

"I don't want to make things difficult for you." Miranda looked at him, with a look of indistinguishable emotion, or no emotion at all, "It's His Highness's will."

"Your Highness..." Her voice was hoarse in response, "Which Your Highness? I... only Your Majesty is my allegiance."

Miranda raised her eyebrows: "Really. But you know..."

"When did the empire become like this..." Although Adeno's voice was hoarse, the complexity in his words never eased, "Do you want to survive by killing allies?"

"The human race can only survive in this way." Miranda didn't care, "Don't forget, the human race is short-lived and fragile—I am so, and so are you."

……

A short silence followed.

"I'll ask you again." Miranda's cold voice echoed in the prison, "Are you still unwilling to tell the empire you are loyal to, where is the land of the Fairy King?"

Adeno did not speak immediately.

Miranda thought she was patient enough and did not rush.

Time passed by little by little, the sage who was brilliant in the past but is now imprisoned finally spoke after a long silence——

"I……"

　When they found the production player who said they were fishing, they found that she was wearing a blue apron embroidered with chickens and big white gloves, holding a tray of small yellow biscuits.

　　Production player: "Which little biscuit are you?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)