Game of Destiny: This player is different

To prove that she was not bragging, Safia decided to show off her skills.

She rubbed her lips and teeth together and chanted a spell.

She placed her hands on her chest and drew circles at a constant speed.

It was like holding an invisible ball and rubbing it back and forth.

The posture was a bit ugly,

but when two bottles of magic water and two magic muffins appeared on the table out of thin air, Sumali and Roman both showed admiration for "this is the wizard".

"Try it."

Safia shook her hands pretending to be relaxed, with a calm tone.

Admiration is admiration,

Many people still cannot accept genetically modified rice.

Is this food converted from magic elements really edible?

It doesn't matter if you have diarrhea, but what if it causes the spiritual energy in your body to run wild and crack on the spot.

Sumali and Roman looked at each other, and no one wanted to start.

Qin Nuo picked up the bottom pot and watched with wide eyes while scooping soup into his mouth.

Pure spectators.

After a moment of silence,

Noticing that Safia's face was gradually changing, Roman took a magic muffin and stuffed it into his mouth.

Opened his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

How to say it.

The taste was okay, but it had no taste.

It was like eating dumplings stuffed with cabbage, without onions, ginger, garlic, or seasoning.

It's okay to try it occasionally, but if it lasts for twenty days...

I'm sorry.

Roman swallowed the muffin forcefully, and at Safia's urging, he took two sips of the magic water.

The same thing.

Colorless and tasteless, it seemed like nothing after drinking it.

"How is it?

Although it's a bit plain, it's fine to fill your stomach."

Safia explained calmly: "Don't be too picky about food when you're on a mission.

If you like, each person will only be charged 1 game coin per meal. It's fair, isn't it?"

Three meals a day is 3 game coins, which is equivalent to more than 60,000 RMB or 10,000 US dollars.

Roman and Sumali laughed dryly twice and did not answer.

Slurp--

A sip broke the silence.

Qin Nuo slurped the last bit of soup, patted his belly and started to clean up.

His movements were a bit slow and a bit pretentious.

The dozens of emergency food packages spread on the ground could obviously be stuffed in at once.

But he picked up the packages one by one slowly, dusted off the dust, smoothed the wrinkles, and carefully stacked them solemnly.

It was like protecting a fragile work of art.

Cautious, careful, and elegant.

He looked like he was afraid that others didn't know that he had a lot of food stored.

Stealing business, right? You wait, kid.

Safia curled her lips and snorted coldly.

She put away the remaining pancakes and magic water, pretending to be busy and went to the second floor.

As for the sense of resonance between the two of them,

What is that thing? I have never heard of it.

"That, Brother Qin."

Seeing Safia leave, Roman whispered: "I see you have a lot of food, one person can't finish it..."

"Selling some to you, right?"

Qin Nuo put the pan into his bag and took it out.

The oil stains on it disappeared and returned to their original appearance.

It's like when playing a game, putting a blood-stained weapon into the bag and then taking it out, the weapon becomes brand new.

This instant cleaning function is a small benefit given by the system.

The premise is that the equipment props are not damaged.

"How much do you want?"

Qin Nuo got straight to the point, and Roman didn't continue to be polite.

"Friendly price, 1 game coin per bag."

"Deal."

The deal was done, Qin Nuo turned to look at Su Mali: "Boss, what about you?"

"Uh, not for now."

The latter thought for a moment, then added: "But leave two bags for me, the money will be included in the reward."

The matter about food came to an end for the time being.

After filling their stomachs and taking a short break, the players began to discuss the commissions they had received.

"We have two commissions on hand now,"

Su Mali spread out the notebook that Mia, the poster girl, used to record commissions, on the table:

"The first client is Nick Porter, who lives at 14 Sailor Street and is a professional fishing boat sailor.

His son suddenly became depressed and couldn't eat a few days ago. He always screamed when he slept at night, claiming that the devil was haunting him.

The doctor found no physical problems after the examination, and suspected that he was possessed by a demon.

Nick Porter couldn't afford the fees of the Knights and the Night Watch, so he found us with a lower price.

The price he offered was... 10 pounds, which is 200 shillings."

Su Mali flipped the paper, looked at the content and said: "The second client didn't leave a name, but there is a specific address. If we are willing to accept the commission, we can go to that place to find him."

"You didn't even leave a name, and your attitude is very arrogant."

Qin Nuo rubbed his chin and said seriously.

Do you want to teach people a lesson?Home?

Safia, who had "finished her work", stood by the desk, complaining in her heart.

Sumali did not respond, and continued: "This client claimed that in an abandoned apartment on Black Gold Street, there would be walking figures and strange communication sounds every evening.

After secretly observing from a distance, he found that these shadows would not disappear even when it was dark.

The client hopes to find out the truth."

"Where is Black Gold Street?"

Safia asked.

Sumali recalled the memory instilled by the system and thought for a while: "It is three blocks away from Sailor Street, where the main residents are factory workers and mobile professionals.

Oh, our poster girl Mia also lives there."

"Why didn't the client contact the Night Watch or the Knights?"

This time it was Roman who asked.

"Because the price is not high, those who are capable of handling it don't value this little money, and those who are willing to handle it don't have enough ability.

So after the commission was issued, it went around and around and finally fell into our hands."

Su Mali glanced at the last recorded number: "It's lower than the first commission, only 190 shillings."

Qin Nuo tilted his head and pretended to be angry:

"Boss, why are these crappy jobs that no one is willing to take over?

Only the commissions that others don't value are our turn to handle.

Is the Gray Pigeon Detective Agency a public toilet?

You just dump garbage here, right?"

Su Mali spread her hands helplessly: "According to the background setting, detectives are indeed a gray profession living at the bottom.

When you go out to execute a commission, it's okay to meet a night watchman.

If you meet the Crusader Knights, you have to walk around, otherwise they will cause trouble for disrespecting Irene.

And the Knights often act in a small team mode, and the support between teams is rapid,

so the record of detectives and the Knights is more losses than wins."

"Who is Irene?"

Qin Nuo caught a key word.

"The goddess worshipped by the church is similar to Jehovah, Mohammed, and Tathagata Buddha in the real world.

According to the church doctrine, Irene is the only true God who created the world and has the highest status."

Su Mali cleared her throat and continued: "The Pope is Irene's agent in the world, and the number of people who believe in Irene accounts for 99% of the total population of Rochester."

Safiya narrowed her eyes: "What about the remaining 1%?"

"That's us."

Su Mali smiled brightly.