I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 117 Battle for Admission Tickets

A week later.

A nightmare bazaar somewhere.

The lone wolf and several other guild members, wearing hoods and cloaks, were scattered in the market, looking around anxiously.

Through the shadows, you can see that their faces are much straighter than before, as if they have been refined using photo editing software.

This is the work of the third prince Oli.

In order to be able to enter and leave the nightmare smoothly, they accepted Ollie's "treatment", which engrave magic marks on their bodies and gained a [Fax Humanoid] buff.

Although this buff will increase the minimum value of erosion, it will double their strength.

A meditation pattern of a painting brush appeared directly in his mind, and he was promoted to a first-level wizard apprentice.

The single wolf was secretly happy and relieved at the same time.

The progress I left behind during the closed beta was easily caught up in one go.

This is the protagonist’s lucky halo!
The single wolf couldn't help but feel a little proud. Thanks to the third prince's contribution, his position in the guild was consolidated in one fell swoop and he was no longer teetering on the edge of being expelled.

Now, all it takes is to get the prerequisite for triggering the hidden copy, the admission ticket to the oil painting exhibition.

Previously, a player accidentally encountered an unknown mysterious businessman in the Nightmare Market and found a ticket for trading items.

It's a pity that one admission ticket costs a full two hundred and five moon faces!

It’s simply a sky-high price!

What a trap! Can't afford it at all!
The player enthusiastically posted the news on the forum, which immediately caused an uproar.

The Gun of Odin Guild decided directly that the tickets must be obtained!
So, some of them went to kill monsters to gain moon faces, while others squatted in various markets, waiting for the mysterious businessman to appear.

Today is the last day.

In other words, in a few hours, the hidden copy will begin.

But Odin's Gun Guild spent a lot of manpower and material resources to get only three tickets.

For them, money is not an issue, and there are dedicated people working around the clock to kill monsters.

The key is.

They couldn't meet that mysterious businessman at all!
They are so elusive that they often get the news and rush over to take a look, only to find that the person has disappeared!
After several times, even the Odin Guild with sufficient manpower could not help but spit out a sigh of blood.

Isn’t this a joke?
The single wolf was very anxious, standing on tiptoes and looking around. From time to time, he was pushed by vendors or customers in disgust, and he dared not speak out in anger.

If he can't get the ticket, according to the order of guild contribution, he won't be able to get to the hidden dungeon this time.

At this moment, a tuft of gray-white hair suddenly came into the eyes of the single wolf from the end of the market.

The single wolf's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was extremely excited.

The iconic three wolf heads and a big heart are exactly the elusive and mysterious businessman!
Ha ha! I am indeed the chosen one!
The single wolf was overjoyed and hurriedly squeezed in. He was beaten several times by the bad-tempered nightmare creature along the way. By the time he squeezed in front of the mysterious businessman, half of his life points had been lost.

"Hello!" The single wolf panted, with an ugly smile on his embarrassed face, "You are a mysterious businessman, right? I have been waiting for you for several days. Do you have a ticket for the oil painting exhibition?"

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The three wolf heads looked down at the single wolf from top to bottom with different pupils, their noses twitched, the corners of their mouths turned downward, and their eyes were filled with contempt.

[You are as poor as you, and you still want to do business with us? Go home and beg! 】

【Hahaha! One-headed creatures are mean! 】

The two sisters on the left and right laughed loudly, their voices loud and sharp.

The single wolf blushed, gritted his teeth, took out a money bag from his arms, approached the mysterious businessman, covered it with one hand, and opened the money bag with the other.

When she saw the light yellow light emerging from inside, the lady in the middle raised her eyebrows, and finally glanced at the single wolf.

A cunning smile appeared on his long mouth:

[Admission ticket for oil painting, 500 moon face. 】

"What?!!"

Hearing this, the single wolf screamed out in surprise and stared at the three wolves with an expression of disbelief.

"Didn't I still have a moon-faced figure of 250 before? How could it have doubled!!!"

[It was before, but now the price has increased. Do you want it or not? 】 Mrs. Langtou lowered her head and admired her sharp long nails indifferently. The two sisters Wolftou on the left and right smiled with evil intentions.

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The single wolf was furious and clenched his fists.

Starting the price on the spot is clearly a scam.

But what can be done?
You only have one chance, why don’t you buy it?
At this time, other guild members squatting in the market also rushed over.

Everyone was surprised when they heard the price.

It's too high. Just flip it over and it'll be fine.

According to this price, the money they have now is only enough to buy two pieces. This is the result of many people's sleepless work.

"I'll send a message to ask the president," one of the members said. "If it doesn't work, don't buy it. Let the three elite players who are focused on training go."

Hearing this, the single wolf's eyes dimmed, he gritted his teeth and suddenly clapped:

"I bought it! Give me one!"

His tone was bold, quite like a rich guy spending a lot of money in a casino.

"What?!" The other guild members were shocked, "Are you crazy! How can you make a decision so quickly, before the president has spoken -"

Before he finished speaking, greedy light burst out from the eyes of the three wolves, as if they had finally waited for their prey to enter the trap. Without giving them time to regret, they quickly dug their claws out of their chests.

With a click, the ticket was photographed in the single wolf's arms.

Then, he swept his vertical pupils towards other players, opened his small fan, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of canine teeth:
[Do you have any opinions? 】

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Under the invisible pressure, the players did not dare to speak at all and could only glare at the single wolf.

This short-sighted idiot only thinks about himself!

Crackling.

They reported the situation at the scene to President Ganggnir in a timely manner.

[Gangnir: That’s it, use the remaining moon face to buy another ticket. Although the price is a bit higher, at least we are far ahead of other guilds. 】

[@ Single Wolf, you are a guild member and are not allowed to use guild resources privately. 】

[According to your contribution, you can go to this hidden copy. However, if you fail to get the corresponding rewards or even die in the dungeon, not only will your bonus be lost this month, but you will also be demoted to a peripheral member of the guild. 】

Most of the peripheral members are paid by the hour and do some repetitive work, such as part-time workers brushing materials, with little development prospects.

The single wolf confidently put away the ticket and assured: "I am now level 10, which is 2 levels higher than the minimum level required for the prophet camp mission. Absolutely no problem!"

While they were chatting, the lone wolf suddenly realized that his teammates were looking at him wrongly.

Why do you look so frightened?

At this time, he felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, he saw a shining silver sword thrust out from his heart!

"Pfft!"

The sharp sword was pulled out from behind, and the single wolf spit out a mouthful of blood.

Staring at his rapidly declining health, he touched the sword on his waist in vain, and finally fell down slowly.

He tried his best to turn around, and standing behind him was a thin man with two long scars on his face, looking down at him with a sinister smile.

"W-who are you?!"

The single wolf was frightened and angry.

"Second Scar, remember my name, weakling."

Erdaoscar said hoarsely, stretched out his big hard hand, and took away the ticket from the single wolf's pocket.

——What a mantis stalking the cicada, with the oriole behind!

(End of this chapter)