Elf Archer of Life in Another World

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Nian Nian stopped for a moment, thought about it, and chose to turn around and face Simir.

"If you have anything to say, just say it here." She was very calm.

Simil nodded, but did not speak, but walked step by step towards Nian Nian who was standing still.

York urged Mrs. Morgan to block. Dion waved his arm, and the weeds in the wasteland grew, blocking Mrs. Morgan's momentum.

York was about to curse when Nick glanced at him lightly, and the dwarf swallowed back the unspoken curse words.

Nick nodded slightly to Dion and expressed his greatest gratitude.Dion smiled and blew a kiss to Nian Nian, receiving a wind blade from Nick.

Whether it was the conversation they just heard or the questions they had previously explored in Chang'an City, it showed that Simil had lured or threatened to accept some tasks every year under certain conditions.

If it's an inducement, it's something he wants every year; if it's a threat, it's something he's afraid of every year.

No matter what the situation is, this person should be in a slightly stronger position when dealing with Nian Nian, and he also has strong capital.

Just listen to the saying that from now on I will just be an ordinary player, no one will completely believe it.

Remember m in a second.

Now that this person wants to have a normal conversation with Niannian, they may not be able to agree, but they won't stop him, especially if Niannian himself doesn't explicitly refuse.

You can't agree for her on your own initiative, and you can't refuse for her on your own initiative. This is the "education" policy that Nick insists on to this day.

This small turn actually makes Nian Nian calmer. She also thought that this might be a good opportunity to find out.

"You guys talk first," Nick walked up to Nian Nian and put the small piece of young leaf in his hand against her ear. "This is your birthday gift this year. I haven't congratulated you yet. You are finally an adult."

Nian Nian touched it and recognized that these were the leaves on the big tree that he needed to climb every year.

"When you finish talking, the other people's gifts will be ready," Nick said.

Nian Nian suddenly saw the anxiety in his eyes.

Is this guy worried that I will be angry because he "stands by"?I feel a bit dumbfounded every year.

The young man hugged Nick gently, feeling that the man's body was a little stiff, and quietly grabbed his cuffs.

"Thank you," Nian Nian smiled slightly and pulled up his sleeve, "I want a bracelet like this, water type, the best magic gemstone, with a nice pattern, and by the way, the size is just right. !”

Nick was stunned for a moment, then he let out a breath, hesitated for a moment, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll go find the gems for you. If I find them, let Kraft make them for you."

Great, I can have an excuse to rob those dark mages again.

Those weird dark mages don't have much else, but they have a lot of various gemstones and minerals, and the color and purity are very gratifying. They should be purified and condensed by these people themselves.

However, the other black or white stones were thrown into the fireplace by Nick on the grounds of humane destruction, turning into streams of gray smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur and rust.

Nick turned to look at Sarah. Sara disapproved of their frequent raids after the members of the group, mainly her own equipment, were in place.

Nian Nian also looked at Sister Sara expectantly.

Sarah pointed at Simir: "This guy looks very rich."

The crowd nodded.

"You guys talk first, and then we'll talk to him after we finish." Sarah smiled.

Simil, who had already reached the mercenary group's encirclement, was speechless. He lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then raised his head and said, "When we finish talking, I can give her a top-notch water magic gem."

Sara raised her eyebrows and nodded at Nick.

This Simil is indeed showing his kindness, and his subsequent conversation with Nian Nian should be safe.

Nick walked away from Nian Nian and completed the complete siege of Simil by the Christmas Clown mercenary group.

Sui, who had been unable to speak, did not deliberately express his presence as an elder brother.

He took two steps back to the side of the twins, and two white lights flew out of his hands. One flew to a certain tent of the Qilin Army, and the other flew to the temporary camp of Xingtianxia.

Where the white light fell, there was a longing figure.

The twins immediately smiled at him kindly, and Jekyll kindly asked him to stand behind him. The president was obviously just a weak assistant, and it was not like they could use the staff as a mallet.

Simil and Niannian stood opposite each other, with the new moon slanting to the west. Their faces were half illuminated by the moonlight and half swallowed by the night.

A drop of silver liquid appeared, hovered between the two people, and quickly expanded into a flowing silver umbrella. The big umbrella covered the two people and slowly flowed down, like a white dove spreading its wings and gathering in place. A huge sphere of radiant light.

Sound and sight were cut off.

In the sphere, Niannian curiously poked the flowing inner wall. It was soft and a little cold, but there was no feeling of liquid flowing through it on his fingertips. Instead, it seemed as if he was poking on a thin film.

"What is this?" Nian Nian opened his palm and grabbed a handful, but couldn't pick up anything.

"Mercury," Simil replied.

Nian Nian's fingers froze, and he quickly covered his mouth and nose, retreated to the center of the sphere, and looked left and right warily.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous," Simil wanted to laugh, "but you seem to have learned chemistry well."

"Who are you?" Nian Nian's voice came out through his fingers, muffled.

"Dark Mage, aren't you familiar with him?" Simiel spread his hands.

"What the hell kind of dark mage are you?" Nian Nian curled his lips, thinking that this person couldn't see him, and added a striking eye roll.

"Authentic." Simil raised his bone staff.

Looking at this bone staff every year, I hesitate to speak.

She had seen this thing before. At that time, the bone staff had a pair of prayer-shaped metacarpal bones. Now this shape...

Nian Nian made a gesture with his hands.

How does this new look look like someone's hands are tied tightly with ropes.

"Weird." Nian Nian muttered.

"All authentic dark mages are slime snot monsters?"

Nian Nian's little face wrinkled into a ball. She always felt that Simil would turn into a puddle of liquid at any time and merge into the mercury ball around her.

This scene... makes my hair stand on end every year.

"...You can understand it as making oneself into dead matter, or transforming into a chaotic state, or dissolving itself." Simil provided three alternative answers.

"...Why do you get more disgusted the more you explain?" Nian Nian grinned and put down the hand covering his face.

"This is not disgusting," Simil pointed to the quiver on Nian Nian's waist. "Haven't you already been exposed to this ability?"

Nian Nian was slightly startled, and subconsciously touched the quiver, thinking of the colors of the special arrows inside: white and red.

Bone and blood.

Crush and dissolve.

"Calcination and dissolution are the first and second steps of the seven major operations of alchemy." Simil explained in due course.

"Calcining?" Nian Nian scratched his head.Don’t those white arrows have a powdering effect?

"Yes, it heats up quickly and cools down quickly. The particles you see are actually tiny crystals."

Simil picked up a stone from the ground and held it in his palm. After a moment, he opened his palm and saw a handful of fine sand flowing down from his fingertips. There were tiny stars, like broken fireflies.

"These, that, the Temple of the True God..." Thinking of the name of the camp he had heard once, Nian Nian suddenly raised his head, "That altar?"

"Yes, altar." Simil nodded, "There is a term in alchemy called ritual death. This is also a necessary step in setting up to join the Temple of the True God."

"Ritual...death..." muttered Nian Nian.

"To live towards death, to put it simply, is to be reborn." Simil took in Nian Nian's expression in his eyes.

Some questions were answered, and some answers turned into new questions, but no matter what, he only needed to maintain the most basic curiosity.

"You should have accidentally triggered this ritual in a certain state at the altar. It can be regarded as an accidental event among accidental events." Simil made a decision.

Otherwise there would be no other possibilities.

Nian Nian took a deep breath and exhaled: "I am indeed not a player. Will this ritual be triggered by me?"

Since it is a necessary ritual to join a camp, it is something that every player may experience, but it may not give NPCs the same experience.

"If you want to do it, can't you do it?" Simil raised his eyebrows. Even in an unconscious state, Nian Nian's ability to destroy the rules of the game will not change.

Perhaps it was because she was in some unconscious state that this destructive ability became apparent.

Silent every year.Her memory of that period is still very vague. She only remembers a still forest and a pair of black eyes.

Has she really gone through some kind of ritual?

"Is this what you were testing me for?"

Nian Nian shook his head and changed the topic. This is also an issue that bothers her very much.

"Yes." Simir understood Nian Nian's seemingly endless question.

"What am I, that I am important to you?" Nianqing smiled.

"Once." Simil lowered his eyes.

Yes, it was once very important. It was so important that he was a little surprised at this time, wondering why he was so obsessed with it at that time.

After that sunrise, Simil suddenly recognized himself.

He is no longer an emotional animal whose perception is greater than his cognition. He is already a rational being whose cognition is greater than his perception.

For ordinary people, what they see, hear and feel is the basis for judging the world, things and other people. This is why this virtual world is so attractive. Even if they know that these are not real, players will easily be attracted by this virtual world. Really captured and invested with real emotions.

As long as the emotion invested is true, the false will become true.

Just like a person's understanding of snakes.

Even if everyone tells him that snakes can bite, as long as this person has been exposed to various snakes many times without incident, the perception of "snake bites" will be gradually eliminated by the personal experience of "snakes do not bite." , thus bringing this person closer to snakes.

But he is different. He will always keep in mind the knowledge of "snake bites people" and force himself to use every feeling to correct his indifference caused by this knowledge.

When the perception is formed, the cognition is adjusted, and the mentality is formed. This is human beings.

When the cognition is formed, the perception changes accordingly, and the mentality changes. This is Simil who abandoned the human body.

Looking at the girl in front of him, it means that Simil has clearly understood the temporary dilemma of the mind uploading technology, rationally accepted the wait and disappointment, and then no longer has a strong desire to explore every year.

It's just that the emotional inertia of being a human still had some influence on him, and he deliberately maintained this inertia, so he decided to retain his curiosity about Nian Nian.

He is no longer an emotional animal, and he cannot sustain his obsession for too long.

"Are you okay?" Nian Nian frowned, looking up and down at the man who suddenly fell into deep thought.

This person seems to have changed his temper again, but every change seems to be quite reasonable, and there is no sense of insanity at all.

Simil shook his head, somewhat disinterested.

"Forget it," Niannian understood the indifference, shrugged, and poked the mercury ball again, "Ignore you and let me out."

"Wait a minute." Simil's bone staff moved horizontally and stopped in front of Nian Nian.

"What are you doing again?" Nian Nian was a little impatient. She had already magnanimously stopped arguing with this person, so why was he still so nagging?

"Um... Could you please take me in?" Simil hesitated, seeming a little embarrassed.

"..."

"I refuse." Nian Nian stood firm.

"Please take me in?" Simil added an honorific.

"..."

"Look, there are four forces in this caravan. One is your Christmas Clown mercenary group, which listens to you; the other is Xingtianxia, ​​and the president also listens to you; the Qilin Army just accepted the favor of you two brothers and sisters, and also listens to you. Yours; the only one left is Song Qing." Simil analyzed it carefully.

"Song Qing is actually the vice president of Xing Tianxia." Nian Nian added the information cheerfully.

"..." Simil was speechless when he heard the news for the first time.

"Come on, are you showing weakness? Or are you showing kindness?" He exposed his poor performance every year.

"You are the only living people in this area of ​​a hundred miles. I think it's not wrong to find an organization to organize gangsters, right?" Simil looked around and talked to him.

"Well, for players, there's really nothing wrong with it." Nian Nian pointed out.

"Right, there's nothing wrong with it." Simil smiled.

"I can ask the caravan to take you in," Nian Nian said with a smile, "But,"

"You have to tell me first, who are you?"