Elf Archer of Life in Another World

"Mianmian? Does this sound like some kind of nickname?"

"That's all I know." Simil also felt a little regretful.

"This is also difficult to check." Albert rubbed his eyebrows. He had just woken up from a dream.

"Perhaps we can start with the player named 'Shi Sui', such as his interpersonal relationships and family background." Simil suggested.

"This..." Albert hesitated.

"It's really not good to infringe on other people's privacy." Simil understood.

"Ah."

Albert thought back to his dream. He stood in the crowd, surrounded by strangers with unclear faces in black clothes and black skirts.

It wasn't until he heard the deep, slow voice of a man and understood the meaning of every syllable that Albert realized that this was a funeral.

"I..." Albert wanted to avoid Simil's gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to look at him.

"I plan to protect the underlying data, such as creating an independent storage space, or other restrictions, to try to eliminate the possibility of interference from the inside."

Simil was slightly surprised, opened his mouth, and looked away: "That's good. This way we can avoid beings like every year... causing trouble."

"It won't be soon!" Albert was a little anxious, silence followed, and he sighed.

"This will definitely take some time, definitely longer than checking a player's information."

Simil nodded and smiled: "Albert, thank you."

"It seems that I should say 'I'm sorry' back to you." Albert smiled bitterly.

Simil shook his head, looked up at the newborn sun in the virtual world, and let the sunlight fill his sight.

The other kind of sunshine in my memory has already faded away unconsciously, and the fear of not daring to look at it has also faded away. The only thing I still remember is the warmth that makes people lazy and satisfied.

"How's the weather lately? Is it still raining?"

"Well, it often rains a little, but it's not too cold."

The two watched the sunrise quietly, one saw the end of the night, and the other saw the beginning of the day.

"What do you want to do...?" Albert looked straight ahead. For the first time, he felt the cruelty and flexibility of language.

"Be a not-so-ordinary ordinary player." Simil smiled lightly.

The white robe suddenly turned pitch black, and the layers of the luxurious and holy staff were peeled off, revealing a pair of metacarpal bones praying to heaven.

Simil lowered his head and frowned, the closed metacarpal bones gradually opened, and the ten slender finger bones were each clenched into a fist, twisted together strangely.

"If I say that I have triggered a hidden profession, will anyone believe it?" Simil looked at his new outfit with satisfaction.

"Of course some people believe that there are many dark mages hiding in the City of Usher, and some people have been curious for a long time." Albert retracted his gaze from the bone staff.

"I feel like the next days will be very interesting." Simil smiled freely.

"What are you going to do?" Albert was curious.

"Go and see the situation of that caravan. It stands to reason that they should have triggered a new plot."

"Are you going to walk directly in front of them and join them?" Albert was a little surprised. This man had just met with the Christmas clown mercenary group, and the process seemed unpleasant.

"I hope that the president will have a clearer mind, be more progressive, and solve the problem as soon as possible." Simil frowned slightly.

He was the main planner of the demon clan's setting, and its weaknesses and strengths are equally obvious. Currently, it is only some low-level ordinary goods that are wreaking havoc in the Huaxia District, but the demons active on this trade route and the demons the caravan is about to encounter are relatively more troublesome.

Therefore, he hopes that Xingtianxia will dominate this trade route, so he does not want too many players to be active on this undeveloped trade road.

If there is anyone in the current Huaxia District who can fight against the demon lurking in the caravan, then only the president of Xingtianxia is Sui.

Low-level ordinary goods indeed only affect NPCs, but the destructive power of high-level demons is more than that.

The destructive power of demons is reflected in "emotions".