Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 476
As he leveled the restaurant floor bit by bit, Olaf remembered that he was a "prisoner of war" under the supervision of myKara.

This made him feel a little resistant to this little gadget that he couldn't put down.

But when he lined up obediently and was the last one to sit down with his plate, his resistance disappeared.

Because just when he needed to pay, he found that he had 117.5 contribution points in his "account"...

He had previously asked myKara what contribution points were and had received a very detailed answer.

But when he asked where his contribution points came from, he was told that he did not have sufficient authority.

Now he racked his brains but still couldn't figure out why he had contribution points.

Have I contributed anything?
No……

And compared to this, the consumption method that does not require any money makes him feel very smooth.

It was so smooth that I couldn't feel the existence and departure of the money, as if all of this was unreal.

I have to say, this experience was very interesting.

clang!
A tray was suddenly placed in front of him, and the chef who had just served the food sat down.

"You are Olaf the Dragon Hunter, right?" asked Oliver.

His tone was so calm and his speech so composed that he seemed not to be a fourth-level soldier at all, but rather like Olaf's guardian.

The latter didn't react for a moment and just nodded blankly.

Glancing at the other person's chef hat, Olaf couldn't help but ask, "Don't chefs have the right to taste first?"

"I just finished cooking and have no appetite." Olivier shook his head and then explained: "It's like this, I received a task, the content is as follows."

A line of glowing characters appeared above his head.

[Temporary mission: Introduce public order and the source of contribution points to Dragon Hunter Olaf. ]

[Reward: 1 Contribution Point. ]

"1 contribution point?" Olaf laughed. "You want to do this too?"

An unnatural look appeared on Oliver's face. "Contribution points are one thing, but the main thing is... the main thing is that I have never spoken to a level 7 expert before."

His voice became quieter and quieter, which in turn aroused a sense of "self-awareness" in Olaf.

It turns out that I am a level seven transcendent...

I almost forgot.

He, who was at level seven, was eating at the same table with a local soldier. The other party was not timid or flattering at all when talking to him, and seemed very calm.

This is indeed quite fresh.

"Oh." Olaf nodded: "So where do my contribution points come from?"

"From this thing."

Olivier put a newspaper on the table.

The dwarf picked up the newspaper and found that the cover picture was a black shadow with a green background - he could vaguely make out that it was the silhouette of himself when he fell to the ground and fainted.

The title is: Guess Who He Is

It gave a detailed account of the life and origins of Olaf the Dragon Hunter. Although these were stories widely circulated in the dwarf world, the details between the lines were so real that he even doubted whether it was written by Ian Hodel himself.

Then turn to the second page and take a look!
Well, it’s really Ian!!!
The dwarf looked at the other side with a puzzled look on his face: "So the money allocated to me is..."

"Of course it's your dividend. He's the writer, and you're the protagonist and eyewitness of the story. The article category is 'personal biography', so a portion of the income should be shared with you. The final ratio depends on his adjustment, but don't worry, it's at least 20%. If you're not satisfied, you can go to the tavern owner Roger to complain, and he will submit an arbitration application to a higher level."

Olaf couldn't help but ask, "Even if I'm a 'prisoner', can I apply? And even with such a small number of contribution points, can I go through such a cumbersome process?"

"First of all, your status as a 'prisoner' has ended, and you are now a tourist. But if you continue to violate public order, I'm afraid you will become a prisoner again." Olivier smiled and said, "Secondly, this process is not complicated. Most of it is completed by the 'system'. I just went into detail to explain it to you clearly. And you can get answers on the notice board or from others. Your myKara can also answer them, provided that you know the reasonable inquiry spell."

"Spell?"

"It's just asking questions. Officially, it's called a 'command', but everyone is used to calling it a spell. Only if the spell is appropriate will myKara answer. Otherwise, it will say "The meaning is unknown and cannot be answered." "

Olaf was shocked.

Sure enough, it is better to ask others directly than to ask this little assistant behind closed doors.

This was very similar to what happened when he was a child studying totem magic.

"Does he also lack contribution points?" Olaf couldn't help asking, "He is the famous Ian Hoddle, and others can't even invite him to give lectures..."

Olivier spread his hands and said, "There is no one in McCalla who doesn't lack contribution points."

"I mean, given his status and relationship with your lord, can't he obtain some privately?"

Oliver smiled, a very mischievous smile: "To be honest, I don't know whether the lord is short of contribution points or not, but our staff Lord Heine, Lord Loulton, Dean Carl Ilan, Lord Linumu, Ms. Gray Moon and a series of other senior officials are said to be in great need of contribution points." The dwarf wanted to say that they must be talking nonsense.

But on second thought, if the daily limit exchange rule applies to everyone, and if there are no contribution points, everyone can only rely on daily donations of mental energy, then it seems that there will indeed be a shortage.

I don't understand.

Olaf shook his head. He couldn't understand Mackala's order.

"Are you from Nice?" he asked. "How did you get here?"

Olivier: "I was a prisoner three months ago."

"Are you a prisoner too?"

Olaf couldn't help but feel a sense of mutual understanding.

The two former captives ate and chatted, ranging from contribution points to the various uses of myKara, to citizenship, the popularization of runes, and so on.

Under a completely new set of rules, the two indigenous people, who should have had very different identities, put aside the alienation in the eyes of the world and communicated with each other in a completely new identity.

In this relationship, the weak Olivier is the "senior", while the powerful dragon hunter Olaf becomes the newbie.

One party explains with great pleasure, while the other party listens patiently and enthusiastically.

They all forgot the differences in identity that should have been ingrained in their bones.

When the conversation was over, Olaf suddenly had an idea.

——"Assistant, help me redeem an 'activation code'."

"'Activation code', can activate Macara citizenship, 100 contribution points, limited to one per person, trading allowed, do you confirm the purchase?"

--"yes!"

"The 'activation code' has been purchased. Do you want to activate your citizenship?"

--"yes!"

After two confirmations, it seemed that some changes had occurred, but it also seemed that nothing had happened.

Olaf tried to send a "friend request" to the Nice man in front of him.

The latter accepted it subconsciously, and then woke up as if from a dream, with a look of shock!
"you you you……"

The dwarf's eyes were full of smiles: "We are friends now, right?"

Olivier nodded with difficulty, as if he couldn't believe that this had happened.

Olaf the Dragon Hunter.

He had heard of this name when he was in the city of Vitel. Although it was not as well-known as the Sun Knight Gawain, it was also very famous.

He never thought that one day he would be able to establish such a connection with the other party...

Even if it’s just a tiny “friend spot”.

However, without applying for "Stranger Name Search", this means that he does have the authority to directly initiate communication with a level 7 expert...

The lives of these two people were not supposed to intersect.

And now...

It all seemed so dreamy.

...

Lord's Mansion.

Loulton's figure suddenly appeared: "Olaf is also a Macara now."

"Oh?"

Heine raised his head from the sea of ​​books and books with a look of ethereal beauty on his face.

"He bought the activation code? Where did the contribution points come from?"

"Ian wrote his biography for the newspaper and took 80% of the profits."

"I rely on..."

Heine couldn't help but swear.

80% is the maximum proportion Ian can get. How come Old Deng really splits it 28 with his friend?
"Then what did he do with all these contribution points?"

Loulton showed an extremely human expression of helplessness:
"He's in the dungeon."

(End of this chapter)