"I bought the things back, and according to my contacts, I also got some information about Blackheart Grande."

As he spoke, Firefox took out a blackboard prop and wrote, and the rest of the female players focused their attention on the small blackboard.

"First of all, I want to make it clear that all bosses in the game "Undead Alliance" can fight with it, in other words, all bosses can kill us, in view of the serious consequences of death punishment, so everyone must be careful in the game, do you hear?"

"I heard you!"

Firefox looked at the class-like scene in front of him and nodded.

"Let's talk about this boss again, let's call him 'Mr. Grande'.

According to the current observation, the scope of Grande's hatred is limited to the store, and it is not easy to know for sure that the store has been open for too short a time, especially since the store was not open two days ago, and we don't know anything about it.

The NPCs in the game "Undead League" have their own way of running AI, which means that something like 'a chef who can't drive is not a good barber' happens, so there must have been a plot during the time when Grandet closed the shop, but the players didn't get involved.

I boldly guessed here that it was related to the jewelry that [Guodian] handed over to him, but I checked the information and didn't figure it out, this [Linghu] Your strategy team needs to pay attention to it, and collect the corresponding information. ”

"Understood!"

An equally ugly female goblin replied.

The goblins in the room couldn't see any difference, almost out of a mold, and if the ID note on their heads was covered, they could only be distinguished according to the size and shape of a certain part.

"Bosses are so intelligent that they can even bargain with players on price, and we can't treat them like the rigid monsters of other games.

We don't know anything about levels, skills, and how to farm opinion, but as far as I can guess, Grande's preferences have something to do with money. ”

"Wouldn't you have to keep going to his shop to shop and be slaughtered?"

A goblin girl with a flat horse interjected.

Firefox stared at the interjecting player until the female player didn't dare to look at her, then continued:

"Now let's talk about the situation of this store, the items in the store cannot be stolen, this is something we have known for a long time, if the Undead Alliance allows this, I'm afraid every player will become a gentleman.

The store is located in the middle of the post station and the breakfast stall in the seventh block, and the NPCs involved in it are one of the Hades mounts, the other is the desert emperor, plus the unknown Mr. Grande, there must be some unknown inside story behind this, what kind of experience makes these big people turn into ordinary bosses and mix in the seventh block.

There are also how many such special bosses are in the ordinary NPCs of the Holy City, and the hidden meaning behind them. Everyone has to dig out the weapons and props involved, and the task of relying on the strategy group alone is heavy, so everyone must pay attention to it when doing daily work. ”

On this side, [Nine-Tails] was still in a meeting, and on the other side, Yuan Di slipped out through the back door again, but this time he went to the backyard of the post station next door to take a look at Old Duncan who was yelling outside just now.

As with entering the Hall couple's house, Yuan Di skillfully opened the back door of the post station.

"Old Dengtou! Old Dengtou! ”

As soon as he entered the door, Yuan Di unceremoniously called out to the lame postman.

"What about the soul? Stinky boy! ”

The old postman dragged a lame leg, held a pot of wine in his hand, threw away the red and white batons in his hand, and sat down on the ground without disgust.

Seeing his old neighbor, Yuan Di felt inexplicably more down-to-earth.

He casually pulled a chair, sat down with a big grin, took out a handful of fried soybeans from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

"Old man, exchange wine with you." Then he snatched the flask and drank it directly to his mouth.

"Why haven't I seen your old man on the street these days, didn't I just hear you scolding, I thought you died in some house, and the pretty widow's belly couldn't get down.

Vomit, what kind of wine is this, bitter and astringent. ”

Yuan Di patted his chest and spit out the wine he had just drunk.

Old Deng Tou didn't pay attention to Yuan Di, first snatched back his wine jug, put it to his ear and shook it.

"You little bunny doesn't drink, don't waste it." Old Deng Tou looked pained, "This is the best five-poison wine, the good things that flow out of the palace, I have such a pot left, you loser." ”

The old man stuck out his tongue and licked the wine beads hanging on the outside of the jug, then opened the lid of the jug and squinted into it.

Where are the ordinary five poisons in this?

"Let me see, the heart of the ancient green dragon, the crown of the leader of the nine-headed Chimera, the gall of the 10,000-year-old Ekittrin water snake, the venom gland of the human-faced spider queen, and the thousand-year-old finger bone of the old single dog of the Lord of Bones, hehe, it's okay, it's all there."

Yuan Di looked at the old man holding his wine jug with a distressed expression, and took out a handful of fried soybeans from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Here you go, look at your stinginess, these will make you pay for your crimes."

The old postman did not stretch out his hand to take it, but asked with a wary face:

"Something?"

Yuan Di replied with an innocent face:

"It's okay, it's okay to come and see you, I've been a neighbor for so many years, can't I care about you?"

Duncan Sr. rolled his eyes, ignoring the little skeleton in front of him.

"If it weren't for your Uncle Hall's cooking, you would have to eat and drink for nothing every day, and you could live a lifetime guarding your little broken house."

The old man took a sip of the bar and smashed his mouth: "Say, what's the matter with my old bones again?" ”

"It's not a big deal, I just came to see you, and by the way, I want you to do me a small favor, hehe." Di looked at the old man with a flattering smile.

The old man looked at Yuan Di with disdain: "A trivial matter? Will it be a trifle that you come to me? Come on. If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. ”

"Hey, hey, then I said it." Yuan Di stood up and rubbed his hands and said, "That's good, old man, you have been in the Holy City for so many years, you must know those weapons shops, tailor shops, or something, you see......"

The old man raised his eyelids: "What's the matter, you don't want to open that grocery store and want to change careers?" ”

"No, that's the case." Yuan Di squatted down and rubbed old Duncan's injured leg.

"You see, these outsiders who came to us are all here to fight, but they don't even have a decent weapon when they look poor, isn't this cannon fodder?"

Seeing that the old man didn't pick up, Yuan Di had no choice but to continue.

"I think I should vigorously promote the demeanor of our Holy City people and dedicate a piece of my love to these defenseless poor people!"

"Speak human words!"

The old man "sucked" a sip of wine.

"Hehe, I just thought that the weapons business must be easy to do in the past two days, our grocery store doesn't have these resources, your old man must have some connections for so many years, you always talk, give the kid such a way to make a fortune, don't let you do it in vain, give you a share!"

Old Duncan pointed to his other leg, and Yuan Di gently thrashed it with a very eyed look.

"Way, we have it, but why should people give it to you? At this time, people's business is too busy, and they push the gold coins sent to you? Are people stupid? ”

"Then what should I do, you can't ignore me, I haven't eaten the last meal, and you can't bear to see me starving?"

Yuan Di, who found that things were not so easy to handle, began to cheat.

"You kid." The old man put down the flask in his hand.

"So, I'll contact you with a retired old blacksmith, who doesn't have the skills, but his temper is a little stubborn. My old face still has a bit of face, and he shouldn't refuse me.

If you do a good job, you will sell it, and you will set the price, I am optimistic about your kid's shameless energy, and it will be done! ”

"Okay, that's it."

Yuan Di rubbed his left leg and knocked his right leg, pinched his left shoulder and pressed his right waist, and waited for old Duncan with a dog-like face.

After rubbing it for a while, Yuan Di saw that the old man was so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep, stopped what he was doing and pushed Lao Deng's head.

"Wake up, hey, wake up, old Dengtou, wake up."

"Well, what's wrong?" The old postman replied with a confused expression, and there was a little sleepiness in his voice.

"Go to work! Didn't you tell me to contact the blacksmith? What kind of sleep are you still sleeping here, time is money, you delayed me to earn money, old man! ”

Yuan Di picked up the old man.

"What, old man, I'll go first, you have a snack about the blacksmith!"

As he spoke, he picked up the flask on the table and walked out.

The sleepy-eyed old postman saw that his precious flask had been snatched away, and immediately got up with wide eyes and chased him out.

"Stinky boy stop me, put the flask down for me......"

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Yuan Di put down the wine jug and ran away.

The old postman picked up the wine jug placed on the ground, took a beautiful sip, looked at the back of Yuan Di who disappeared in front of him, and said to himself:

"This stinky boy, he runs fast, hey, I don't know if my old face is still useful, that old boy, his temper is the same as the stone in the thatched house, stinky and hard, hum."