Your type of online game is too fake, right?

"Look, that's it."

Dupin shrugged after the demonstration.

"Very simple."

"This……"

Seeing that the girl with a sword called the headmaster beside her also picked up a stack of gold small pens and tied them up, ready to throw them out, Artoria hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

It's all gold, golden gold, and it's just given to the poor for nothing... It's a crime!

"No, why did you commit a crime?"

Dupin was a little puzzled.

"These are the people's fat and people's anointing that the corrupt princes scraped from them, and now they are returned to their original owners. Is there any problem?"

"No, I mean..."

Artoria, who was about to refute something, suddenly froze.

It seems... is there really no problem?

It's really no problem, at least if it was changed to the time when she was the king, she would definitely do the same, and she would even punish those corrupt officials as punishment for bullying the common people-after all, whether it is a king, Still as a knight, protecting the people is what she should do, and this is also a matter full of honor.

But now, she still wants to keep the gold for herself.

Since when did she lose even this most basic virtue of benevolence?

"No, no."

Arturia couldn't help covering her head, she still felt that something was wrong.

"By the way! I remembered! You can't help them like this!"

Grasping the flash of inspiration in her mind, Artoria quickly raised her head.

"You throw money around like this, but the supplies on the market are still just those. Now that there is more money, it will only lead to rising prices! You can't help those ordinary people at all!"

"Huh? Can you think of rising prices?"

Dupin couldn't help but glanced at "Joan of Arc" beside him.

"Are you studying? It can't be fake, right?"

"I……"

Arturia, who was about to say something more, almost choked to death on this sentence.

What is reading?Before...or before that French village girl, was she just so brainless?

But just when Arturia wanted to refute something, she saw the devil from a foreign land shaking his head at her.

"Who told you I was here to help them?"

"……what?"

Arturia froze.

"Then you are..."

"Of course it's because I like it!"

Du Bin laughed loudly, and the Jin Xiaopan bundled into a pile flew one after another, and fell into every window with precision.

Yes, he is willing, this is the simplest reason, he has never thought that he can save anyone, he can take on any great responsibility, he is not that great, and he can't be that great—and the current throwing money, It's just that he wants to do it, it's just a drunkard's alone party in the middle of the night.

Having practiced martial arts, it would be a lie to say that I don’t want to be a hero. After all, I grew up reading martial arts novels, and there are a few who don’t want to experience the feeling of a hero. happy.

Of course, if he was sensible, Dubin would definitely not do this. After all, those heroes only exist in literary and artistic works, and their behavior would be untenable if they were a little realistic—but now It doesn't matter, he was in the game and drank again. As we all know, drunks can be irrational.

Maybe rationality is really important, and maybe there are better solutions, but some things, although stupid and irrational, at least when they are done, they are really happy.

"That's it, do what you want, simple happiness."

While laughing, Du Bin continued to toss Jin Xiaopan. At this moment, he was so happy that his thoughts became clear.

Drinking alcohol is not necessarily a mistake. Occasionally drinking some wine may also be a good choice.

"A simple pleasure...?"

Glancing at the bundle of Jin Xiaopan in his hands, Director Okita was silent for a moment.

She is just here to help, in fact, she can't feel any happiness from this incident, but the stranger has saved her and Kondo Isamu from Prince Chiren before, so she is willing to continue to help This stranger does something.

In the so-called samurai way, loyalty is important, but righteousness is also indispensable.

She doesn't know what the consequences of doing this will be, but in order to fulfill this life-saving grace, she is willing to try.

"Come!"

Following Du Bin's example, Director Okita also threw his arm, and threw the bundle of Jin Xiaopan into a family not far away.

"You are... crazy, all crazy."

Arturia had already started scratching her head, she couldn't understand at all that the girl swordsman known as the chief commander would follow such a crazy move without hesitation.

I really saw a ghost, did the devil in a foreign land give that woman some kind of ecstasy?

"Forget it! Lose them all! I'll lose them too!"

Shaking her head, Artoria simply chose to throw it badly. Since the two people around her started throwing money along the street, she simply followed suit.

It's just that in the process of losing money, she still hid a wad of gold Xiaopan on her body.

This is normal, she is also a poor person now, since she said that she would take the gold and throw it to the poor, why can't she, a poor ghost, get a share...

"Hey! I see it!"

Just when Arturia was putting Jin Xiaopan into her cuffs, the foreign devil's shout came from behind.

"You secretly hid money, right?"

"I……"

Glancing at the translucent cuffs, Artoria wanted to slap herself.

She was really dizzy, she forgot that her body was still wet with water, not to mention that the cuffs of the French shirt are so thin, how could it be possible to hide things?

"I'm just... trying a new throwing technique!"

Taking a deep breath, Arturia tried to get past it.

"Look, you only need to vote like this... eh?"

Before Artoria threw out the stack of golden small pens, she saw the stranger take out a big bag out of nowhere, and then slapped it on her hand.

The heavy weight, Artoria just touched it with her hands, and knew that it was full of gold coins.

"If you don't have money, don't take that. These are for you, and you can spend them all."

Dupin rubbed the messy blond hair of "Jean of Arc".

"It's been hard work for you during this time."

"you……"

Artoria, whose hair was disheveled, was a little angry, but her hands were occupied by the huge gold coin bag, and she couldn't spare her hands to beat her.

But when she finally put the bag of gold coins into her bag, and was about to take revenge for this frivolity, she saw the devil from a foreign land suddenly fell on his back.

"……Eh?"

Time was so slow at this moment, Arturia could even see the eyes of the foreign devil who suddenly lost his mind—the dull pupils, almost like a corpse.

And the posture that fell to the ground was as stiff as a corpse.

"Boom!"

Until the dull sound of smashing the ground, Artoria didn't recover.

Although she was hostile to the devil in this foreign land, and even wanted to put him to death for a while, but this way of death, no matter how you say it, is too...

"Whoosh-"

Just when Arturia was in a daze, a loud snoring sound brought her back to reality.

"..."

Glancing at the drunken man on the ground who was shattered by drunkenness, Arturia turned her head and left.

Not going up to make up a sword to vent her anger is already the greatest restraint she can show as a knight.

The swordsman wins and loses seven times, he changed Japan: Chapter 98, Chapter 95 Admiral A Bin of the Navy

By the time Dubin regained consciousness, it was already unknown how long.

There is still some pain in the brain, which is a sign of drinking bad alcohol. Dubin did not expect that even the headache caused by fusel alcohol can be reproduced so realistically in this game.

It's just a game, what's the point of being so realistic?

"...Wait a minute? Where am I?"

After regaining his senses, Dubin turned his head and looked around, but found that the place he was in was not the previous Japanese-style houses, but a Western-style building with more luxurious decoration—so Dubin almost touched himself immediately. side waist.

Fortunately, there was no wound, at least his waist was not removed.

It's just that my butt hurts a little, probably because I was hit by a stone when I fell to the ground before.

"There's more money!"

Dubin quickly looked at his backpack.

However, it was discovered that the huge sum of thousands of gold coins had long since disappeared.

The memory is a bit confused, one is because of the fragments, and the other is because the content is too outrageous - Dubin remembered that he should have drunk, and then copied a prince's mansion, and after that, he even took all the gold that he could find. The small judges took out all of them, and happily played a game of robbing the rich and helping the poor.

Of course, he didn't do this by himself. In my impression, Mr. Okita helped, and... Joan of Arc?

"How is it possible? Didn't I change the mission line?"

Dubin patted his head hard, trying to wake himself up.

Thinking about it carefully, the one who threw money for him before could not be Joan of Arc. Not only was she a little shorter, but her chest was flattened a lot—but no matter how she dressed, how she spoke, or what she wore on her body It feels, and it's almost the same.

"Maybe I got dizzy from drinking too much."