Players' NPC boss

[Fairy Alliance], Guild Battle Exchange House, a stranger who was exchanging props was startled because after he finished spending, the clerk gave him a stack of cards.

"This is our latest activity. Every time you spend 10 contribution points, you can get a wish card. Of course, the wish may not come true, so you can easily write some content on it. Then put it into the wish box. Lottery, that’s it.”

The clerk explained and took out a huge box.

The strangers soon understood that this was the point where you could redeem points cards for your purchases. So he became interested and looked at the prize pool.

There are all kinds of materials, props, weapons and armors, as well as Master Hader’s free enhancement rolls. It’s worth taking the time to write a wish card for the lottery.

No one can refuse free lottery draws and free whoring equipment.

So it didn’t take long for [Hermes’ Brigade Hat] to accumulate a mountain of wish cards and transport these wish cards to the Goblin Village.

"This, so much!?" Herbie looked at the wish card and opened her mouth wide. Of course, while she was surprised, she felt worried at the same time.

Because Blazer must read all these wish cards and complete the most basic wish of listening.

"It's okay, I can't remember it anyway." Blaze picked up a wish card, which said that he hoped to become a girl.

The old lion said that there are two kinds of gods.

One is an innately powerful life form that accepts offerings or creates life, and occupies the position of creator in the new history, such as the moon god.

The other kind is the old lion who looks like this now, accumulating faith bit by bit, remembering every wish, and finally becoming a god.

The most important thing about the second method is to remember every wish. That is to remember who made the first wish, what wish was made, and everything up to now.

These desires constitute the power of belief in God, and Blazer does not have that ability. Therefore, the old lion speculates that when entering a battle, he will first start burning the remembered wish until all the wishes are consumed.

It can be said to be a one-time limited-time experience card for the power of God.

Of course, the premise of this is that [concentrating wishes, gathering faith to become a god] must be successful first.

"If, I mean if..." Herbie kicked the dirt on the ground with his booted feet and whispered, "If this hypothesis fails, you will have wasted the only time you have to become stronger. You have to use your current state. Versus Theresa Bishop.”

"Understanding the wishes of people in a foreign land, there is no such thing as waste."

Blaze is very open-minded. Of course, the biggest reason is that even if he seizes these few days to upgrade, it is impossible to catch up with Bishop Teresa who has collected the beliefs from the period of the Holy Kingdom to the present.

Anyway, the results are similar, so let’s just take a gamble.

Even if the result is certain to lose, he will try his best to consume the power gathered by Bishop Teresa and delay the time needed for Teresa to complete the final plan.

And you can also collect information on the way, which is not a loss anyway.

Herbie sighed helplessly. She knew Blaze well, and she knew what Blaze was thinking with just one sentence.

"You, then I'll watch it with you here."

"Huh?" Blaze was stunned, and Herbie was already squatting next to him and starting to pick up the wish cards.

"You can't remember it anyway, it's just a formality, so..." Herbie tilted his head, reached out and grabbed Blaze's wolf ears and laughed evilly, "Then don't let your ears idle, you Eyes to see, ears to hear me read.”

"Of course, you will definitely get distracted just listening to my voice, so I will find many people to take turns reading the wish cards to you."

"This is a good idea!" Blaze's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head regretfully, "Marika and Audrey should not be free."

"Are you serious?"

Herbie put down the wish card, with a look on his face that said, "Does this guy know what he's talking about?"

Blaze also knew that what he said was problematic, so he scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly.

"After all, one of them is the queen and the other is the lord. They definitely don't have time to do this kind of thing."

"No, no, no -"

Herbie shook her head vigorously, wanting to clarify the reason for Blaze, but when she thought of Blaze's stupid appearance, she gritted her teeth and decided to let Blaze suffer a little first.

Only in this way, Blazer will have a better memory next time.

"They will definitely be willing to come. I will help you contact them."

"I'm going to deliver the letter!" The chicken raised its wings vigorously, extremely positive.

…

In the chaotic Internet cafe, a group of people in black suits who were out of tune with the surrounding environment walked in a neat line and opened the door of a private room.

The leading man in a suit looked ferocious. When he entered the box, he looked at the woman who was sitting on the sofa with squinting eyes and a ferocious face.

The two people looked like two tigers meeting on a narrow road, and the waitress standing between them was trembling, looking like she was about to cry from fear.

The man in the suit glanced at the waitress. She looked like a weak country girl, and she was mumbling in an unknown dialect.

"Where are the things?" The man in the suit stopped paying attention and sat opposite the woman.

The woman did not speak, but took out a box, put it on the table and pushed it over.

The man in the suit took the box, opened it, looked at the USB inside, and said coldly: "How do I know if these are fakes?"

"Have you paid?" The woman asked seriously, holding her chin.

"Uh, no, you didn't ask for money." The man in the suit was stunned, and then he understood the meaning.

This is not a transaction where one hand pays the other hand, but a unilateral provision of some technology. What's wrong with giving fakes? At most, it's just a waste of time.

The man in the suit felt a little hot on his face. This conversation made him feel like a kid who had watched too many gangster trading movies. He immediately stood up and turned around and left.

After the man in the suit left, the waitress immediately changed her face and sat leisurely next to the woman.

"You provide this kind of thing for free to those little hooligans, third-rate professional teams, and professional players with poor performance." The woman tried her best to restore her usual appearance as a female store manager, holding her forehead and sighing helplessly, "Isn't the other party from the bodyguard company?"

"Hmm~ Do you want to know why?" The woman rubbed her face hard and restored her usual charming and mysterious appearance.

"No, I want to go back."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." The woman immediately grabbed the female store manager's arm. Although she muffled her voice, her curved eyes flashed with a chilling smile.

"I'm waiting for a big fish to take the bait, and the bodyguard company engaged in the combat industry is the biggest bait."

"Let's see how these bodyguards who are about to lose their jobs will perform."