bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 78 The PV of the Principality of West Asia
Later that day, when Sherlock Hook and Tang Xiaobei landed, they were almost taken aback by the surge in the number of players on the construction site.

"Fuck, why are there so many people all of a sudden?"

In the distance, the conscientious Lao Wang walked over with his hands in his hands and smiled: "You two, it seems that the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts in the forum is about to fire the first shot at our place."

Just as Sherlock Hook was about to say something, a player had already finished the work at hand and settled the reward in advance.

"Moving bricks is considered an incident, but it's a bit disrespectful."

He muttered about assigning attribute points to himself, and asked the foreman to collect the wages and came to the side of the conscientious old Wang, and said angrily, "Hey, old Wang, what's left?"

The conscientious old king raised his eyebrows, and looked back at a wooden box not far away: "Well...I want you one silver dollar and twenty copper coins for the handle of the iron sword, do you have it?"

The player smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Well, then you can take the whole ax, and I only need a silver dollar from you."

"No, I met a woodcutter NPC when I passed Tianyingjian, and he only needs [-] coppers for an ax?"

Hearing what the guest said, the conscientious old king sighed: "Hey, you also know that it is in Tianyingjian, why, are you willing to go to Tianyingjian again, just to save these twenty copper coins?"

The player was at a loss for words, looked at the old Wang up and down for a while, gritted his teeth, and slapped a silver dollar into the palm of the conscientious old Wang, and the old Wang suddenly laughed, went to the box and traded the ax to the other side.

Tang Xiaobei looked a little dazed: "Old Wang, you just got rich in the game?"

The conscientious old king raised a finger, made a booing gesture, and carefully pulled Sherlock Hook and Tang Xiaobei past him: "You two, to tell you the truth, I'm not so much about making money as about making money. Market research, think about it, what kind of money can you make with just these few beta players, or delete files for beta testing?"

"Then you mean..."

The conscientious old king coughed in a low voice: "Ahem, this, the most important thing right now, of course, is to find out what players will need after the open beta of the server is launched. When the time comes to get a big sum, that's the way to make a lot of money!"

He spoke a little excitedly, as if he had seen the future Jinshanyinshan beckoning to him.

Sherlock Hook smiled bitterly, and said, "Then what is the result of your research? What can sell well?"

"good question!"

The conscientious old king patted Sherlock Hook on the shoulder, and lowered his voice with a serious expression: "The weapons I sell here are nothing more than blank boards, just to earn a little difference in price, and can't make a fortune. I found that there is only one thing that these people care about most! "

He raised a finger: "Skill!"

Since the game has no levels, only attribute points, and attribute points are event rewards, skills that can make attribute points work are naturally what everyone wants!

"Skill?"

Sherlock Hook scratched his head in embarrassment: "I now know a few comprehension skills that I learned automatically. It's rare that an NPC wanted to teach me skills before. My attributes are not enough, so I can't learn them..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Xiaobei who was standing by the side suddenly slapped his head: "Skills! I can do this!"

"You can?" Sherlock Hook was taken aback.

"You are stupid, didn't we follow the captain yesterday to join this Han Yingzong inner sect, won't we be able to learn skills after entering?"

Tang Xiaobei's lips turned up, with a wise expression on his face: "When the time comes, I will learn skills from the inner sect and teach them for a fee. Isn't that easy?"

The old king of conscience was stunned: "Can, can you do this?"

"Why not!"

Tang Xiaobei patted the conscientious Old Wang on the back: "How much strength do you have now? Do you have two points? Come, I will teach you a punch!"

The conscientious old king has been exploring ways to do business all the time, and rarely completes combat events on his own initiative. He probably has never understood punching.

"There is but there is..."

He rolled up his sleeves, imitating Tang Xiaobei's appearance and doing a horse stance.

Tang Xiaobei held his breath and concentrated, and punched a straight punch with his right hand: "Ha!"

"what?"

The conscientious old king tried to punch like a model, but the punch was unclear and weak, and there was no panel to remind him of the new skills he had learned.

"It's useless. Even if Lao Wang has practiced a lot and he really knows it, he has automatically learned comprehension skills. In my opinion, training skills is much more useful now. These skills must have a teacher's inheritance and connections to learn."

Sherlock Hook interrupted the two of them, put his hands on his chin, and analyzed carefully: "From my point of view, this game emphasizes reality everywhere, and we may really be able to find NPCs in the game to learn from them, and even in the future Planning activities such as robbing the Sutra Pavilion and stealing holy scriptures."

Tang Xiaobei was stunned for a moment: "What is it? Holy scriptures?"

The conscientious old king next to him was also in a daze, and Sherlock Hook sighed helplessly: "Did neither of you watch the latest regional first-arrival PV character annals?"

"What substance?"

Sherlock Hook pouted, beckoned to call up the browsing panel, and pulled the two of them to sit down: "This is the annals of leading figures released this morning. Didn't you read the emperor of Simeng and some other lieutenant last time? The second one is from West Asia, and my interpretation video will be made immediately.”

Tang Xiaobei slapped Sherlock Hook on the shoulder: "You're really a bloodbath, have you been paddling at work?"

Sherlock Hook sneered, skipped the topic, and clicked on the PV directly.

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"Grand Duke Tilda, you are guilty."

At the beginning of the PV, a black and white marble floor was sprinkled with mottled and gorgeous stained glass reflections, and a pair of bright silver metal high-heeled boots stepped on the floor, making crisp and regular footsteps.

This place should be a Catholic church in the Principality of West Asia. The church visited by the Grand Duke must have a certain scale and level.

After a male voice uttered these words, the footsteps of Grand Duke Tilda stopped.

"I'm guilty?"

The camera pans up, and the owner of the boots turns his slender and well-proportioned figure to look at the man who accused him.

As Grand Duke Tilda turned around, her silver hair raised a beautiful arc in the air like a white waterfall, and then fell quickly and quietly.

"What is my crime, Father Alexander?" Her voice was cold and firm.

Standing in front of her was a middle-aged man in a black monk's robe.

The man—Father Alexander wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his light golden hair was brushed back against his scalp, a silver cross necklace hung on his chest, and his hands were wrapped in a pair of white gloves.

"The Grand Duke is a role model for the people, and all the people learn from you. Under such a premise, you do not sincerely believe in God. You are guilty."

The priest shook his wrists lightly, and a clear echo of metal breaking through the air resounded in the empty church.

Two blunderbuss swords appeared in the hands of the priest. He slowly raised his hands, and the blunderbuss swords crossed in front of him in a cross shape.

Grand Duke Tilda's ice sculpture-like face showed a hint of mockery: "So what? You want to act on behalf of your divine lord and kill me here?"

She walked up to Father Alexander without any waves, and the tapping sound of her heels echoed in the smoldering silence.

Grand Duke Tilda raised her arm, and slowly and easily grasped it out of thin air. A white and gold light shone on her arm like a vine, and then spread into a dazzling beam of light in the palm of her hand.

"Shh!"

The air was cut open, and a silver gun appeared in the hands of Grand Duke Tilda. The sharp point of the gun was pointed at Father Alexander's throat, and the golden brilliance wrapped around the gun body scattered into pieces of slowly falling, snow-like spots.

"Can you kill me?"

Grand Duke Tilda looked at Father Alexander with extremely cold eyes.

"Your status and your strength are all given to you by His Majesty the Pope!"

Alexander wasn't afraid, it was just that he was a little fanatical in his strict words.

"so what?"

Grand Duke Tilda's gun hand remained unchanged: "Pope, can you kill me?"

Alexander shook off the two gun swords with a "swish", and slashed towards Duke Tilda one by one, shouting in his mouth: "God's punishment will come, you can't escape!"

"clang!"

The silver gun blocked the gun sword.

"boom!"

Grand Duke Tilda lightly raised his other hand, and blasted Father Alexander to the altar in the air.

She spun the gun flower half a circle on her wrist, and the silver gun turned into golden light and disappeared out of thin air.

Tilda glanced indifferently at Alexander in the distance, turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the church gate.

"You should be grateful. If I didn't have the meeting with Simeng, I wouldn't have come to this poor place this year."

As the words echoed, the screen faded to black.

Two lines of text emerged as usual.

Grand Duke of West Asia, Tilda Duck.

The priest of the Seventh Order of the State Church of the Catholic Church in the Principality of West Asia, Alexander Grande.

(End of this chapter)