The end of being favored by the gods [Infinite Stream]

The steward had mentioned to him earlier that the three ladies were going to marry different princes.

Therefore, he also paid attention, and after some secret investigations, it proved that only one of the three princes was more difficult.

The one from "Mysterious Sea" is a dead house, and he comes here for a cutscene, and hardly shows up.

The one from the "Greyhound Country" is still underage, thinking about marrying the most real princess in the world all day long.

Only the local princes from Yinhuan were acceptable.

Xue Quning thought about it, but he didn't know how big the areas of these three countries were, and whether the game backgrounds of different dungeons were the same.If he really went out from the novice dungeon, he would have to enter more dungeons.

From this point of view, the role of the novice level is not only to screen players, but also to provide a lot of information to ensure that every player who is likely to pass the level can quickly grasp the world.

If the dungeons of this world are connected, he must consider the possibility of meeting old acquaintances in other dungeons.

So there are things he can't do with his identity.

For example, he was standing in front of the post house now, seeing more servants coming and going, not knowing what they were busy with, and once again smeared some dust on his face.

Sitting by the window, the prince sipped the red wine, watching the sun dimming in the sky, and he was also in a good mood.

An attendant stepped forward, stood beside him, bent down and whispered something in his ear.

"A slave?" His beautiful brows were frowned, and his kind and friendly face was diluted a little.

"What did he say?"

"No, my lord." The attendant said humbly, "In fact, we have pressed the child, but he only said that he has a letter for you, and he really doesn't know anything else."

Holding the wine glass, the prince poured the remaining wine on the ground, and the dark brown cashmere blanket instantly absorbed the wine.He put the wine glass back on the table, nodded, and motioned for the person to come in.

He expected that the servant's interrogation method was not very elegant. After all, his status was noble, and he had to be absolutely safe to ensure that he would not be assassinated, so he didn't question anything.

A teenager in dusty clothes was pushed in. He seemed to have been touched by a wound, grinning a little, and almost stepped on the overly long clothes several times.

He seemed to have just been tapped on his fingers, and several fingers were red.

He looks young, but he is very courageous.

"What's the matter, tell me." He waved his hand, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." "I, I don't know." The little slave moved clumsily and hurriedly handed over a letter, "I'm just, here to deliver This, I dare not look at the contents..."

The attendant next to him took it first. After taking it, he carefully squeezed it with clean and expensive silk to wipe off the dust that didn't exist. The corner of the little slave's mouth twitched, watching him hand the letter into the prince's hand.

The prince took it noblely and coldly, opened it up, and frowned fiercely.

He immediately said to the attendant: "Leave later."

The attendant was stunned: "Your Highness, but the carriage is ready."

The prince raised the envelope in his hand: "It's not too late, I must first confirm the authenticity of this letter."

Both the resignation letter and the wording of this letter are very formal, and it can be preliminarily judged that it was written by a person who is far-sighted, which also determines that he will not casually throw the letter into the trash can.

Although the other party didn't say his name, his purpose was very clear and he wanted to cooperate with him.

The owner of the letter claimed to be an opportunistic nobleman, saying that he had obtained territory by acting for a certain important person in the Greyhound country, and now wanted to show his loyalty to him in order to gain the approval of the royal family of his country.

In order to show his sincerity, he will also offer a secret about the Floren family.

If the prince agrees to cooperate, at the same time the next day, he will ask his slaves to deliver the things.

Prince Raphael looked critically at the little slave who lowered his head, feeling really worried that such a cowardly little thing would pass on the message.

"What does the person who wrote you the letter look like?"

"My lord, that man with short black hair is very young and thinner than me." The little slave lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the big man. "A-Actually, my advantage is that I have a strict mouth. As long as you give me money, you will be beaten to death." I can't say a word either."

Prince Raphael glanced at the attendant, who nodded.

When he was beaten just now, he clearly said that he didn't know what the other party looked like. Now that the prince has the intention to communicate, he knows it again, which shows that his mouth is indeed very strict.

To be honest, according to what the letter said, he didn't need to pay anything at all, he just needed to wait for the other party to send that valuable secret, and the only thing he needed to do was a verbal promise.

He can even take back the verbal promise at any time, although the arrogance of the nobleman makes him a little disdainful.

It's just that the big man from the country of greyhounds mentioned in the letter...

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. It seemed that this speculator nobleman was very smart, and he knew the secret discussion between him and the other two.Then it's not impossible to draw the other party to his camp, not to mention that he is not interested in anything now, only interested in the Florens family.

So he folded the letter in a good mood, and no longer doubted the authenticity of this speculative aristocrat.

"Tell him, I promise."

The little slave nodded, and took the envelope with both hands unskillfully, but he didn't leave immediately, but looked at the prince helplessly.

Prince Raphael waved his hand casually, and the attendant immediately gave him a bag of gold coins with a seal the size of a thumb inside.

"The gold coin is for you. The seal is for your master." He leaned on the sofa in a good mood, "Since he is so sincere, I can't say nothing."

The little slave happily took the gold coin, and the attendants looked even more disdainful.

After he left, Prince Raphael looked at the red wine in a daze, always feeling a little weird in his heart.

Thinking back, why are those eyes familiar?

He was confused, and always felt that he had seen it somewhere, as if it was a long time ago...

"Your Highness, Miss Charlotte has sent you a message."

The little slave who walked out of the post held his head high, like a landlord returning home with a full load of cards.

Speculative aristocrats of course do not exist, but too many lies can become true.

It is not difficult to create a person out of thin air.

There was a little time left before the sun went down, but he didn't have much time.He restrained his expression and walked in another direction.

He knew that there were people behind him, but it didn't matter, it was better to let them follow.

So the two people who were following saw him enter the station of the prince of the Greyhound with a clear purpose, and looked at each other, dispelling the doubts in their eyes.

He gave the prince a letter in the same way, and showed him the seal he had just received from Raphael.

"My master said that he wants a piece of territory closest to here." The little slave said so.

"Yes." The surly little prince agreed straight away, "I agree to your master's conditions, but I also have one request."

"You say." The little slave didn't know what pose to put on, so he could only nod repeatedly.

"Find me the most beautiful princess in the world." He showed an idiot face, "I will personally test her authenticity."

"..." It's time, where can he find a princess for him.

And he remembered, isn't this one engaged to Third Miss Katie?

All he could say was that he was fine.

"Alright, alright, get out of here." The little prince jumped down from his seat, "I'm very busy, I'm going to a banquet."

The little slaves were driven out.

He found a place, pulled up the hood, and covered his face in order to keep a low profile all day long. He needed a breath of fresh air.

The "little girl" looked at him, not knowing what to say.

This man didn't just create people out of thin air.

He also murdered two nobles out of thin air!In just a few hours, a new noble appeared out of thin air in the dungeon.

In the short term, it may not cause any impact, but it was originally a 1vn ​​situation, and he inserted a piece of his own into n, almost like planting a timed bomb in a solid dam.

Once it explodes, it will burst the dike.

She felt that this dungeon was a bit dangerous!

She tentatively asked: [Who do you plan to make the speculator nobleman...? 】

Xue Quning was surprised that she could speak: "So you are not artificially retarded, you can actually speak."

[…] She played dead.

Xue Quning: "I told you, will you give me points?"

The little girl's voice became excited: [Yes, yes, I will give you 10 points! 】

Xue Quning felt that it was not a loss, so he said generously: "Let the safest person be the one."

It is the identity he uses now.

To put it bluntly, it is the little slave bought with a lot of money this afternoon.

No one would be bold enough to make a slave a nobleman, and in such a short time.Therefore, no one will guess.

He is very optimistic about that kid.

It's late enough now.If he didn't go back, that kid might reveal his secrets, but he believed that with a reliable maid around, it shouldn't be a big problem.

Gathering the cloak he picked up casually, he planned to squat down to pick up his people.

Xue Quning was not sure if that person would come, but it seemed that there was no other way to enter the mansion.

After all, he just sent a counterfeit in.

That is, while waiting for someone, he found an unusual heat coming from his body.

With the last light of dusk, he took out the book he had looted from the wizard from his chest.

The eyes on the title page of the book exuded an ominous luster, as if there was some kind of magical power, which attracted him to reach out and touch it.

Fortunately, he woke up in time.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was completely away from the street just now, and came to a strange and remote place.

It was as if he had crossed the space wormhole in an instant, and teleported to other places in a way that no one could notice.

The content of the first page of the book also changed, and four large characters slowly emerged:

The second page of the "Book of Imagination" recorded a piece of content that he was very familiar with.

To put it simply, it is a lucky person who gets this book with the power of curse and luck. As long as he writes on the pages of the book, it will become real.

And the first person to get this book wrote a story about the snake god.

However, what can be achieved is very strict and demanding.The first person cannot directly write him a monstrous wealth. He has to create a cause and describe it in a large complex and detailed text. As for what the consequences will become, it is not controlled by humans.

In order to prevent others from using the book, the book was locked in a high tower without a door.

...Of course, in the end, he didn't expect that another wizard would be imprisoned in the tower, and the book was found.

So now the cause of the snake god is finally figured out. Apart from artificial promotion, there is really a mysterious force.

He didn't know when he would be able to enter here again next time, so he hurriedly added a few words to the book:

"The snake god will come to those who call it on the day when faith collapses"

Just after finishing writing, the scenery around him changed again, a burst of fog cleared, and the book in his hand returned to its original state.

And in front of him appeared an expressionless beauty.

He: "What are you doing here?"

Xue Quning hid the book behind her back, curled her lips and said, "Wait for you to find me."

He's face softened, and he stretched out his hand to him: "Come here for me, and take you back."