All players: I can choose my own dungeon rewards.

Chapter 342 Meeting and Exposing
Faced with this player's invitation, Wang Zhifan chose to refuse without much hesitation. The main reason was that he was about to lose his patience with this dungeon and was not interested in winning step by step. He just wanted to see the BOSS and give it a severe blow.

Although the two did not reach an agreement, they were still close friends. They continued to chat on the grass outside the fortress. Anyway, neither of them had anything important to do at the moment. One was an unemployed vagrant and the other had just recovered from his injury.

"Brother Wang, speaking of which, if you just want to join the kingdom's high-level professional team, it is not impossible. I heard today that a foreign player has succeeded. He has gained the trust of high-end NPC forces in some way. He has already Ranked among the Demon King's subjugation group..."

At this moment, the Gunner player mentioned what he thought Wang Zhifan would be interested in, mainly about players joining the high-end group that he said before would face the devil head-on.

"Foreign players?"

Wang Zhifan became slightly interested after hearing this. He knew that at the low-level level, most people from the same country in the real world participated in the dungeon, but it was different at the middle and high levels. However, so far, he had not seen anyone from foreign countries with his own eyes. player.

"Yes, at our level, it is not uncommon for foreign players to appear. I heard that he was a master from India. I haven't found out more details."

The person nodded and added.

"Whatever, I've decided not to join any group anyway."

Wang Zhifan knew that this person was encouraging him to plan to join a high-end group, but he had already made up his mind and planned to take a good rest. When the devil came out, he would directly attack him without considering the help of others, because it was very troublesome.

He was neither tall nor strong, but he had the aura of an aristocratic old mage. In an instant, the two armored doormen guarding the sanatorium knelt down and said hello in unison.

The reason why he specially observed these passing noble forces was that he found that these people were not completely unfamiliar to him, but the team of professionals he had seen in the tower a few days ago.

Time passed slowly, and it was another peaceful afternoon.

While Wang Zhifan was observing these passing senior professional NPCs, there was a thin mage with a face as pale as paper in a carriage at the back who was boredly observing the scene outside the window. When his eyes swept across Wang Zhifan standing on the lawn, , his pupils suddenly shrank, and his expression showed obvious shock.

When Wang Zhifan was relaxing in a hot spring in a hotel, at the entrance of a high-end nursing home in the royal capital, an old man wearing a golden and white robe and carrying a black staff suddenly appeared in the air, as if he was teleported.

"This guy seems to have noticed me just now? But I don't remember talking to him? And we shouldn't have any conflicts...it's a bit strange..."

The armored doorman called the old man this way, which seemed to be quite familiar with him. After hearing this, the old man nodded to them very appropriately and walked slowly into the nursing home.

Feeling that the mage's reaction was not easy to understand, Wang Zhifan quickly adopted an attitude of ignoring it. He only remembered that someone noticed him, but did not intend to react too much to it.

Wang Zhifan nodded slightly and did not respond to him further, but if anyone paid attention to his gaze, they would find that his gaze was sweeping across the windows of the luxurious carriage one by one, and the several profiles exposed in the windows.

"The coat of arms of swords and snowflakes... I know these people, they should be working for a grand duke, specifically called Grand Duke Ashed... I can't remember clearly, I just remember that the name is a bit long and difficult to pronounce... "

Specifically, they were the six people he met around a campfire in front of the statue of a head. Among them, the armored man who was more friendly to him was currently sitting in the front carriage with bandages on his head and left eye. The injury was serious.

Not long after, inside this sanatorium that only high-end people could use, a middle-aged man with bandages still on his head and left eye saw the Grand Duke who came to visit him in the room. He was so excited that he couldn't express his emotions for a moment.

But he controlled his emotions very well. The next second he immediately turned his head and pretended to meditate with his eyes closed, without showing any more concern for Wang Zhifan.

"These people look familiar... they seem to be the ones I've seen in the tower..."

"Marcus, your injury is not healed yet, continue to lie down and don't pay too much attention to normal etiquette."

He was about to get up from the bed, wanting to greet the Grand Duke who walked into the room, but the other party raised his staff and pushed him back to the bed.

Then the carriage of nobles slowly left the front of the lawn. This episode was finally over. Wang Zhifan then said goodbye to the young gunman and separated. He planned to go to this medieval city alone to take a stroll and relax.

However, Wang Zhifan's perception is so sharp. Although his eyes did not fall on this person at that time, he captured the feeling of being watched even if it passed by, and he suddenly gained an extra perspective.

The two talked like this for a while, and were about to finish and leave. Suddenly, several carriages with gorgeous decorations and heraldic shields, which looked like they belonged to nobles, drove past the road in front of the lawn, attracting their attention.

"Your Majesty the Duke!"

The young gunman who had been hanging out in this place for a while lowered his voice and introduced Wang Zhifan next to him, telling him that the people sitting in these carriages were not ordinary NPCs.

The old man in a golden and white noble robe looked at the middle-aged man on the hospital bed and said with a smile, looking extremely amiable.

However, the face of the strong man with only one right eye exposed quickly became a little ashamed, and he replied in a disappointed tone:

"My Lord Duke... I'm sorry that we couldn't get what you wanted in the tower... The strength of the giant secret curse statue exceeded our expectations, and I was almost beaten to death by it... In the end, Adams' potential exploded Just barely passed the level..."

The middle-aged man, who had a good impression on Wang Zhifan, told about their difficult adventure with memories flashing in his eyes. When he mentioned the so-called secret curse statue, a painful expression appeared on his face. , it can be seen that it was an existence that gave him a lot of torture.

"It turned out to be the young man Adams who played the most critical role... It seems that his talent is indeed very high. I was not wrong."

The old man, who was both a great noble and a great mage, had a clear expression on his face and commented lightly, as if he didn't care much about the failure of these elite men.

"Your Majesty the Duke...we are willing to be punished for our arrogance and incompetence..."

Marcus, a middle-aged man on the hospital bed, looked uneasy when he saw this, and quickly suggested that they were willing to accept punishment. This was the inevitable consequence of failing to complete the task.

But after hearing this, the old mage slowly shook his head and said in a slightly playful tone: "No need, you have done your best within your abilities...and some of the things I want are Someone has been taken out of the tower... Marcus, do you know who that is?"

The old man with a deep and majestic temperament stared at the middle-aged man with a bandage on his head on the hospital bed, as if he knew very well that he knew something.

"Someone took the treasure out of the tower?! This is impossible! No...could it be those who killed the tower guards?!"

For a moment, Marcus remembered the strange thing that their team had gone through all the hard work to get through the tower and return to the ground, only to find that there was no one around the tower. The last person who came to support happened to arrive, and they deduced that the original guards had already Destroyed by the regiment.

"Yes, my prophecy tells me that the person who killed my guards is the one who took the treasure."

The old man in platinum robe nodded after hearing this, and continued to look at Marcus and said:
"If you think about it again, my prophecy is still revealed. You should have seen that person."

"I...I've seen it? And are you sure there's only one person?"

Marcus was immediately surprised. Personal experience told him that this kind of thing was not common sense.

Because of the power that can make a team of well-equipped guards disappear, there is a high probability that it will be a powerful team.

But his trust in the old Duke made him have to think about things in this way. In this way, a figure that he ignored appeared in his mind, but he felt that the other person did not seem to fit the bill.

"Your Majesty the Duke, we did see a strangely dressed young man before entering the last level of the tower. I judged that his strength was not weak, but he entered the giant secret curse statue passage in front of us, and then the passage opened at It reopened in a very short time, which shows that he definitely died in the passage and could not be the person who cleared the level and took the treasure... But apart from him, we have never encountered other adventurers who have reached the upper level. "

Marcus explained the situation of the person he suspected the most, and also said that this person was also the person he least suspected. After all, the dead cannot take away the treasures in the tower.

However, after listening to what he said, the old Duke gave a response after a moment's thought, pointing out the flaws in his judgment.

"Marcus, have you ever thought that the Secret Spell Statue Passage quickly reopened after that person entered, just because he passed the pass too fast, not because he died."

"This, this is impossible! The Secret Curse Statue is extremely powerful. Our entire team exhausted all our strength and almost buried them all there before barely destroying it! There is no way he can clear the level in such a short time!"

The middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed almost jumped up as he spoke, completely unable to accept the old Duke's inference.

After all, he is someone who has personally experienced the strength of the Secret Spell Statue. Even an elite team like them is so tortured and extremely dangerous. What if others can speed through them? A bunch of pure trash?
"Marcus, tell me, do you remember what that man looks like?"

The old Duke ignored the middle-aged man's reaction and then asked him the question he was most concerned about.

For a moment, Marcus's face showed a bit of dejection. He knew that the old Duke chose to believe that the man had passed the last level of the tower quickly. In front of this old man with high authority and top personal strength, he did not dare to have too much. Emotionally, after a little thought, he replied:
"Your Excellency, I still remember that young man's appearance. I will definitely recognize him if I see him again."

"I need to extract your memory and make an image..."

The old Duke immediately replied, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

But before Marcus could react to this rather excessive request, a younger and slightly frail man's voice came from outside the room. You didn't need to look at anyone to know that the speaker was the one he mentioned before about breaking out at dangerous moments. Adams’ potential saved the team.

"Teacher, there is no need to extract his memory. I saw that person on the way here today. He is currently in this city."

The person who came was none other than the pale, skinny mage young man that Wang Zhifan noticed in front of the fortress earlier that day. He still looked not in good condition, but he could move freely and did not need to lie on a hospital bed.

"Adams, you have somewhat forgotten the etiquette that a noble should have...but now is not the time to discuss this issue. Are you sure you did not identify the wrong person?"

The old Duke, who was called his mentor by the young mage, slowly turned around and looked seriously at the tall and thin young man standing at the door of the room. The other person suddenly interrupted their conversation, obviously eavesdropping on them through some means. Long.

"Sorry, tutor, I will definitely take up etiquette lessons when I get back."

Adams immediately responded to the offense, and then said in a decisive tone:

"I can swear on my honor that it is definitely him! I will not admit my mistake! According to my inference, he may be a super strong man hidden among civilians, or he may have some special means that can quickly Dispose of the Secret Spell Statue."

As soon as he finished speaking, Marcus's strong objection came from the room:

"Impossible! Adams! No one can kill the Secret Curse Statue in such a short period of time! Even the Duke himself can't do it! And that man looks younger than you. Could he be less than thirty years old? More powerful than the Duke!"

"Didn't I say that this person might have special means?"

Adams was unhappy when he heard this, and then presented evidence to prove his point of view:

"Big man, do you remember what we saw in the passage? We didn't see the adventurer's body at all! We also didn't find any of his clothes or suspicious blood stains! We didn't even see the strange weapon he was carrying. Or fragments! If he died in the passage, these would definitely appear! This shows that he definitely left the passage normally! "

Marcus on the hospital bed was slightly stunned after hearing what Adams said. In the previous passage battle, he was under too much pressure as a wounded tank and had no energy to pay attention to it. His thoughts were all about how to spend the time in front of him. It was a life and death crisis. Now that I thought about it, the mage companions were right. They had been fighting in the passage for so long and they didn't see any traces of that man. This showed that he had indeed successfully passed the pass, in some way that they could not imagine. .

After the two argued, the old Duke, who was listening on the sidelines, spoke to Adams again:
"I need to know everything about this guy."

(End of this chapter)