Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Simil thought about what Nian Nian planned to do for a long time. Although he had some vague guesses in his heart, he still did not dare to admit those two words:

betray.

The more he warned himself not to think in this direction, the more these two words lingered. Simir focused his attention on the continent map in front of him again and again, but failed repeatedly. Finally, he called someone, An order was issued to track Nian Nian's whereabouts, except not to harm lives. If traces are found, all means will be used to arrest him.

According to the camp setting of the game, the Temple of the True God has been developing secretly for hundreds of years, with believers spread all over the country. Even if it does not receive the support of all the principalities, under the current situation, except for the four principalities that follow the church extremely devoutly, other countries Neither will stop the activities and missionary work of his followers.

Nian Nian's appearance is too conspicuous, and he must not be able to hide from the eyes of the tens of millions of aboriginal NPCs in this world.

Moreover, if his guess is correct, Nian Nian must be rushing to the Papal State of the Holy Church, and he will have to pass through Tecklenburg, who is close to his camp, and there will always be some clues.

But in this case, Albert's proposal must be taken seriously.

For some reason, the other members of the Christmas Clown mercenary group are still staying in this smoke-filled town for the time being. The people sent to investigate also said that these people's behavior is the same as before.

In every year, only Qi Youfeng was taken away, and the rest were left here.

Since Albert said he wanted to move the people around Nian Nian away, he would think of some way to keep these troublesome guys for a while.

As for those people in the Jesus Forest, they will not come out easily, but they can still find something to trip them up.

Remember m in a second.

Simil lowered his head and stared at the map of various countries on the table. He recalled that when the waiter came to report the news, he seemed to have said that those principalities with unclear attitudes had received invitations from the Pope?

"Come on."

The attendants waiting outside the door stood respectfully in front of him.

"What reason did the Pope find for sending invitations to those principalities?"

"birthday."

"In that case, prepare some decent gifts, and we will go to the banquet in a few days."

The attendant was surprised, but he also controlled the subconscious movement of raising his head - he had been frightened a lot today, and it had sharply tempered his mentality.

"You go down first and keep an eye on the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group. If they have any intention of leaving here, report them immediately."

Simil threw away the pen in his hand that was making circles on the map, and rubbed his brows with a wry smile.

He had just said that he would keep those people here for a while, but in the blink of an eye he was planning to leave. His mental state today was indeed not suitable for thinking about business.

He raised his head and looked at the floor and walls that were gradually dimming due to the setting sun. He suddenly shivered for no reason. A familiar fear quietly bound him, causing him to hurriedly light up the lights in the room.

Simil slapped his face in annoyance.

Damn it, are you starting to be afraid of the dark?

Feeling restless and not in a position to think too much, Simil sat in a chair, closed his eyes, and sorted out his thoughts bit by bit starting from the conversation he had with Nian Nian last night.

Gradually, his breathing became calmer, and his chest rose and fell slightly in a regular manner, as if he was sleeping soundly.

When the time comes, another sweet dream comes as promised.

......

Niannian withdrew his eyes from admiring the sunset, and unexpectedly met Qi Youfeng's eyes. Seeing the concentration in his eyes, his face was slightly embarrassed.

"Haven't seen enough?" Nian Nian pushed him.

"Can't get enough."

Qi Youfeng took the opportunity to hold the person in his arms, glared at the people sitting by the campfire, lowered his head and saw a small face full of joking.

They left the small town overnight and followed the road all the way, almost reaching the border of Tecklenburg.

It was expected that Simil would send people to chase him every year, but he did not intend to hide his whereabouts. He walked openly on the road that players often travel to. When he got tired of walking, he randomly found a camp set up by someone and joined him. .

The combination of her and Qi Youfeng is relatively rare, so it naturally arouses some curiosity. If there is curiosity, there will be a topic. If they chat for a few words, they are familiar with each other.

Nian Nian's gray-purple "zombie skin" is even more eye-catching at this moment of insufficient light.

After confirming again and again that this was not some weird change, and discovering a special charm and luster through furtive inspection, the people present finally cast their envious eyes on Qi Youfeng.

This is an elf girl, or an elf girl with rare skin. How did this young man from China kidnap someone?

Qi Youfeng would get it wrong and would warn him with his eyes from time to time, which made Nian Nian chuckle.

"Let's rest for a while before walking. If we walk too fast, we won't see the good scenery." Nian Nian poked his waist and whispered.

"Are you really not in a hurry?"

Qi Youfeng knew that he had stolen the black cube from Simil every year, and had communicated with the priest Goodman whom he had met in the City of Usher, and wanted to use the priest's hand to dedicate this treasure to him. pope.

"There's no rush. Dulcinea is still among the dwarves. If we travel a few more days, we will definitely arrive earlier than she does."

She also had contact with Dulcinea, and the two agreed to meet in the Papal States.

"Then you are..." Qi Youfeng thought for a moment, "Waiting for the pursuers?"

Nian Nian leaned into his arms and said lazily: "Waiting for an ambush, waiting for a fight."

Qi Youfeng played with her hand, a little worried: "Is it necessary to make it so tense?"

He believed that there was a way to quickly escape into the Papal States every year, and there was also a way to avoid exposing his whereabouts. The current method was to wait for the pursuers and traps to come, hoping to cause a bloody storm.

If she really killed the people sent by Simil, wouldn't she become a traitor? Doesn't her relationship with Simil make enemies extremely jealous when they meet?

Qi Youfeng, who is already an abandoned disciple of the sect, does not want to be like him every year.

"It's okay, I won't be stiff anyway." Nian Nian sighed as he thought of the "gift" he left for Simil.

"You and him..." Qi Youfeng paused and changed the subject, "It seemed that I had something to do with you before?"

"I asked him beforehand," Nian Nian nodded and shook his head, "I just asked about some family matters."

As entrusted by her, it was Sui Nian who checked the box of her sister's relics carefully, reviewed the contents of the memory chip several times, and told Nian Nian all the details.

It was sent several years after her death, and the memory content was deliberately edited, and only pleasant and insignificant memory fragments were sent back to her family. Every year, she almost thought that Pascal was not dead.

It's a pity that the man who was considerate to Mianmian and blamed himself for her death has indeed passed away long ago.

In this way, the only person who can access her memory is Dr. Walton.

Albert tells her that Dr. Walton has been raising her brain tissue.

Then could she think that when Dr. Walton sent the box of relics, he might have given up hope for her survival?

Now, when this hope is rekindled, will he let go with relief, or will he persist stubbornly?

You don’t need to think too much, you will know the answer every year.

She needed to consider another possibility.

However, the corners of his lips curled up every year, which was an extra layer of protection.

"Every year?"

Qi Youfeng felt that Nian Nian's smile was a bit unfamiliar and held her hand tightly.

"It's okay, let's go, let's go see the stars and take a walk."

Nian Nian pulled Qi Youfeng up and said with a smile:

"The night is sultry. Would you like this strong man to explore some secluded places with me?"

"my pleasure."

Qi Youfeng held her hand back and intertwined his fingers, as if to lock her firmly in his palm.

......

Nick looked at the palm prints on his left hand and traced it carefully with the tip of the knife. The knife was very deep and the brush was moved slowly. Blood trickled down the table leg and accumulated in a small pool.

Such a small pool of blood seemed to have the function of absorbing sound, separating the table in the tavern from the noise in the room.

Sara turned a page of the book, took a sip from her beer glass, looked at Nick's face, lowered her head and continued reading.

Ever since she unlocked a new skill in the forbidden book section of the library of the Temple Academy, she suddenly became interested in books in this world, and she would read them when she had nothing to do.

Alexander was still writing furiously in his little notebook, while Dion was looking at the players in the tavern and looking for tonight's meal.

He turned his head and glanced at the group leader who was concentrating on drawing on his palms, and sighed helplessly. If it weren't for such a maverick master sitting in the battle, their table would have been crowded with similar players.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door of the tavern opened and closed. Dion followed the sound and was quite surprised:

"Have you seen a lot more of your kind lately?"

When the elf who entered heard this, he stood at the door and looked at this corner, smiled and nodded.

"These are all peace doves. If you see them too often, you will have good luck." Nick said lazily.

Dion saw that the fellow elf was surrounded by everyone in the tavern, so he couldn't help but look back at the bar, and sure enough he saw a few stinky faces.

This is a tavern run by the mercenary union. It originally served as a place for exchanging information, but unfortunately...

"Hey, there are new skills available?"

"No, why did the violent skill rating of our True God Temple drop to A? Wasn't it still S before?"

"Tsk tsk, the top three in this issue's ranking of camp masters are still the same people."

Holding the newly obtained tabloid, the players in the tavern suddenly became active, whispering to each other, or discussing loudly. Some people glanced at Nick and his friends' table, secretly sighing that the master's style was unique and full of style.

"Alexander."

Sara raised her head from the book and looked at the elf opposite.

Alexander put down his pen and pushed up his glasses: "I think there is nothing wrong with this ranking."

He originally made up this thing, and he definitely didn't mean to put all the people in his mercenary group into the top ten.

"Well, your name is not in it, which means it's absolutely fine." Nick nodded.

Alexander ignored him and continued to be busy. The skill information handed to him every year was very detailed, and he had to properly arrange the time and order for the disclosure of these information.

"I thought you would only study reliable things." Dion was also a little curious.

They have read the tabloids and skill information. Apart from other things, half of the content in the section that ranks and evaluates the camp skills triggered by players in S, A, B, C, D, and E is nonsense.

General skills can grow, but customized skills cannot. This determines the relative fairness of camp skills. At least there will not be such a big gap between S level and E level.

"...You don't understand this." Alexander curled his lips.

He didn't bother to explain. He wrote a highly credible and logically consistent rating system out of thin air. In fact, it was the most reliable thing that needed careful study.

At first, this kind of tabloid was not taken seriously by anyone, and did not pay much attention. But gradually, when the skill descriptions and comments written in the tabloid hit the mark, some unreliable news became reliable. .

"Can you say that again?!"

Angry shouts suddenly rang out, and everyone in the tavern looked away.

"I'll say it again, I'll say it again. You're unlucky and have unlocked a bottom-level E-level skill. Why don't you let others talk about it?"

"Fart! People's rating system said that this is because this skill has high requirements on players, so points were deducted in terms of adaptability."

"Tsk, tsk, the bottom is the bottom, is there any point in comforting yourself?" the man said contemptuously.

"Come on! I'll show you if this bottom skill can kill you!"

The blushing player drew his sword and tried to slash, but was stopped by his companion with quick eyes and hands. When the trouble-talking player saw this scene, he quickly ran away, and finally said, "Who is to blame for his unlucky situation?"

Seeing that the fight was no longer possible, everyone looked away in dismay and found that the elf who had just entered had already left the tavern.

"Oh, look at this person, he is really good at reincarnation. No matter the flood outside, he is happy in the forest~"

"Don't mention it, my friend from the dwarf tribe is about to lose his temper. He asked me when he would have a chance to break into the elves. He would donate two kidneys!"

"Come on, who doesn't know that the dwarves are very poor and probably have lost their kidneys, so no one wants to donate them."

"Hey, tell me, can we cancel our accounts and be reincarnated as elves?"

"Are you sure you can re-incarnate and enter the Feathers?" Someone was suspicious.

"Try a few more times? There must be a pattern, and there must be a game master who can discover the pattern." Someone vowed.

"How will I tell you when I find out? Will it be spread by word of mouth?" Someone rolled their eyes.

"This game doesn't have an official forum or guide site, and the private ones are always checked here and there. It's really troublesome." Someone shook his head.

"Can you still have a life strategy when you live in the real world?" someone ridiculed.

"Yes, Chicken Soup for the Soul, Success Learning, Dating Guide, there are so many strategy books, right?" someone immediately retorted.

Dion and the others listened for a while, and couldn't help but smile at each other when they saw that the topic always revolved around the different skills triggered by players and the different situations of races.

The strategy of life is that everything is unfair, but you must strive for fairness.

......

"Oh~ It's not fair~~"

Shi Sui looked at the sighing Young Master Yan and said with a smile, "How is it unfair?"

"Why can you be so leisurely when I work so hard?" Young Master Yan shook his fan and sighed deeply.

"You seem to be asking for this, right?" Shi Sui was unmoved and put away the jar of fruit wine that he had just put out.

Seeing that the conspiracy was discovered, Young Master Yan closed his fan and knocked on the table: "You are too stingy!"

"Let me remind you, I am stingy and have given you half of the fruit wine I worked so hard to brew." Shi Sui handed him a glass of water.

"How can half be enough? I drank it all in one day!" Young Master Yan was heartbroken, "And I only got one sip!"

The old man of his family was indeed tricked by him. He spends all his time admiring flowers and birds in the picturesque Jesses Forest, pretending to be a young man, or singing and dancing with beautiful girls. Today, he actually gave one of his own The small party was moved into the game. Four old buddies sat at the same table and drank all his wine. They also treated him like a servant and ordered him around, so that he could only come to get some wine. drink.

However, looking at the old man's youthful complexion in the real world and noticing his curiosity about these new things, Young Master Yan no longer felt depressed.

"I have to remind you to pay attention to your old man's interpersonal relationships, especially those little girls who are inexperienced in the world and have no resistance to mature men." Shisui said calmly, with an extremely warm smile.

"...You are no longer human." Young Master Yan had a toothache.

Is this a different way of saying that his old man cheated on the little girl's feelings? ?

He also didn't expect that the old man's game account had a sunny appearance but was actually steady. Coupled with the careful and considerate nature brought by his life experience, he would actually have a... warm-hearted attitude.

"I just mean well." Shi Sui made no secret of his desire to watch a good show.

"You are the only one who believes in ghosts." Young Master Yan muttered.

"How is the progress of your Sunset Red Second Spring pension plan?" Shi Sui asked with a smile.

"What kind of bad description are you using?" Young Master Yan was so angry that he slapped the table, and suddenly his face turned solemn, "It went very smoothly, extremely smoothly."

"Oh?" Shi Sui was a little surprised, "No resistance at all?"

Young Master Yan nodded slightly.

Relying on his long-standing knowledge and feelings, the game company's operating strategy is very conservative. Not only is it unwilling to involve the game world too much with the outside world, but it also does not want to develop additional value-added functions and by-products. It is completely building an artificial parallel world. .

The reason why their family is willing to act as an agent to operate this game, apart from the little profit from the game warehouse-related accessories, is also because they can obtain other technologies, products and resources of Country H, and they are also aiming at the future of this parallel world.

"To be honest, even my old man found it strange. Unexpectedly, the studio in Country H readily agreed to our plan for a short-term experience of traveling to another world, and also allowed us to advertise and promote it at will without any consideration."

Shisui frowned: "Did the boss change?"

This 180-degree turn in business strategy is so strange no matter how you look at it.

"Probably not. After all, it's impossible for him to be the boss of a company." Young Master Yan shook his fan and replied.

"So, you're going to be busy?" Shi Sui looked at him.

Young Master Yan nodded: "After all, it is my proposal, and I must follow up, and my name was indeed called, so..."

"It doesn't matter. If anything happens, I will contact Zimo directly." Sui put on his gentlemanly smile again.

"..." Young Master Yan glared at him and gritted his teeth, "If you dare to trick me out of my cottage, I will paint you as a child in an art exhibition!"

Shi Sui raised his eyebrows: "I'm very scared."

"..."

"Earlier today, before you came to see me, I received some bad news."

Shi Sui stood up and put the collected fruit wine on the table. Young Master Yan quickly hooked it with his fan and pushed it in front of him.

"Really? Bad news? What good news?"

I was sitting at the table, looking at the bright moon outside the window, my eyes drifting to the east.

"Traces of demons were found in the underground waterway."

Young Master Yan held the wine jar and took a sip, smacking his lips without any image, and then said:

"Do you want to go to the snowy mountains to play some music? Remember to bring my old man with you, he likes to listen to this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Young Master Yan took his eyes away from the wine jar and looked at Shi Sui:

"today?"

"Why did your old man come here for a party today and insist on dragging you along?" Shisui asked without answering.

"Because he received the news early this morning that the plan was approved by Country H, and he came specifically to praise me..."

Young Master Yan was silent.

He and his age were specially separated?