"Observe. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info"[What are you observing?] "The same old thing, do you want to repeat it? Is there anyone following me?" ”

[Okay, then, observe the test: 85>60, fail.] Maybe it's because you're in an irritable mood, and you can't calm down and look quietly. After a cursory glance, you don't see a single figure on the silent street. 】

Brunei spat unhappily: "So you see, what's the use of asking you?"

[But you're really upset, little Bruneith.] And you don't have to walk down the street every time you see if anyone is following you, right? You're not tired, I'm tired. When did you get your victimization paranoia, and why did it become so serious all of a sudden?]

"Then the next time someone follows me, will you remind me like before?" Brunei smiled mockingly.

【...... That's impossible. I am your system, and now we are completely bound together, and only if you give the order, I can do it, I can see it, and I can know it. It's not that I don't want to remind you, but if you don't know, I won't know. 】

The corners of Brunei's mouth grinned, and he almost burst out laughing: "Look, so, it's safer to do this." ”

【...... You see that I am so miserable, and I am so restricted by you to death, can you give me a little more trust?]

"The devil believes in you. Brunei couldn't help but sneer, anyway, probably no one around saw him talking to himself.

The system didn't care, at least it seemed, maybe he was used to Brunei's deliberate alienation and suspicion, or maybe it was just for fun, as he expected. After two laughs, the system stopped talking, and based on past experience, Brunei thought he could get at least an hour or so of quiet time.

Unfortunately, it was interrupted three minutes later.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Take three steps back, yes, turn your head 120 degrees to the right -- you can't do it? Little Brunei, you're too weak, right, okay, take two more steps back, turn right. Well, that's good. 】

Brunei had the urge to hit the system, but unfortunately he didn't know what to do, so he had to concentrate on what was in front of him. He was greeted by a huge notice board that Brunei walked every month, so he knew that this board, commonly known as the "task board", was something that the leaders of the College City had opened up for students to use freely.

As the name suggests, basically this is actually a place where students help each other and communicate with each other, and there is no official guarantee, just a list released purely by reputation, so it is natural that it is all trivial chores, and the remuneration is pitiful. It's all commissions like helping to bring breakfast in the morning, and basically only students will be interested.

Brunei had also carefully studied this notice board during the period when he was about to starve to death, but the final conclusion was that if it did not take into account the short-term, medium-term, and long-term signs of finding a partner that were not clear to the gender of the poster, the other tasks as passers-by who had no classes to attend, and the food purchased by completing the rewards might not be enough to replenish the physical energy consumed by walking that long way.

In contrast, most of the notices to find a partner for a short period of time or a certain night have been removed and replaced with a new batch, while the others have not changed much. Brunei couldn't help but recall those hard days, and his stomach became a little hungry again.

"No, it's not time to eat yet. Brunei read in a low voice, roughly calmed his stomach, and then asked in his heart as if he was very dissatisfied, "So, what are you going to do?"

[The far right, forty-three centimeters down from the top, yes, that's where you're looking at it now.] 】

The system continued to call the shots, because what was to be done now was not so urgent, and Brunei looked over as he asked, and in that position was a portrait of a girl with a somewhat childish face, if he was still in the Empire, Brunei would have thought it was a wanted warrant, but now, he only thought it was probably a dating revelation - maybe the wholesale kind: "What's wrong with her?"

[What are you thinking?] How did you become so filthy inside! A few months ago, you were a pure teenager who stayed with girls and had nothing but hide and seek! Shame!]

"Less nonsense. "Brunei has long understood that every word of the system cannot be more true.

[Well, this girl, don't you think she's good-looking? The app is almost 85, isn't it? So far, she's the first female character to appear in such a good look, do you think we should have a heroine too?]

Brunei frowned: "Maybe she's pretty good-looking, but she may look smaller than Saar." You're disgusting, aren't you?"

[Hey!Who told you she's younger than your unlikable brother?]

“...... Well, well, a year older than Sal. Listening to the system, Brunei also took a closer look at the contents attached to this portrait, and unexpectedly, this is not a "friend" poster, but a missing person poster," Scarly Terry Miltrov, 14 years old, who provided the location clue was paid 3 units - in any case, you are still disgusting. ”

[Little Brunei, you're only 16 years old yourself, don't pretend to be mature for me here, okay!]

Brunei had already turned around and continued to walk towards the previously scheduled destination, because he didn't want to be entangled with the system about this issue anymore, he decided to take the initiative to change the topic: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked the system, how old are you?"

【...... Ahem, I'm your system, and my age should start counting after following you-]

"Don't be. Brunei Darussalam, who successfully changed the subject, snickered in his heart, "Do you remember the fact that you declared to me that you are the Sun King?"

【...... All right. Well, let me think about it - the Sun King was said to be 50,000 years ago?]

The system always likes to use some weird expressions, and after such a long time, Brunei has become more or less used to it, so he just nodded calmly and said in his heart: "Yes." ”

[Fifty thousand and twenty-one.] "What?" [Fifty thousand and twenty-one years old. 】

"Hah......" Brunei couldn't help but sigh, "so precise?"

The system did not answer anything.

As Brunei expected, the system usually doesn't like to talk about itself unless it takes the initiative to mention it, and what shows that it doesn't want to talk about the topic is undoubtedly that it will fall silent when it is always chattering. Brunei has always taken advantage of this carefully, mostly because it is less frequent, and the system has not expressed dissatisfaction with Brunei ending the topic in this way.

After another twenty minutes of walking, Brunei finally came to the place he had been coming to once a month recently. The double-storey stone house shows the owner's wealth - although it is said that he did not build it himself, the fact that it was a shop is indicated by the gate about three or four meters wide and the wooden sign on it.

The "Gerald Magic Supplies Shop" is basically the most expensive store of its kind in College City, although there is also a saying that the quality of the things sold here is higher, and the lowest quality magic paper and magic ink are not of much higher quality. Brunei is not buying here out of the one-hundredth-hundredth advantage that may exist, but-

Brunei grabbed the ring on the wooden door and lightly buckled it three times, and then walked inside.

Unlike the impression that it looks wide from the outside, when you walk inside, you will feel cramped at the first time. This is mostly due to the two large shelves that cling to both sides of the door and extend more than ten meters into it, as well as the clutter placed on them, and the dim and almost dim lights. More than one person has complained about this, but the owner is still stingy with only three oil lamps.

"Masked monster, oh, I thought you should be here. Deep in the passage formed by the two shelves, the source of the only light that illuminates the path, the man wrapped in a black robe said in a lazy and deep voice.

"The Masked Monster" is a much better nickname than "Crooked Mouth", and it's basically the common name of Brunei in College City - in fact, there are only a few people who would consider calling him anything. This is not because these people have a personal respect for Brunei, but mainly because they have never seen Brunei under the mask.

Brunei nodded, casually looking at the messy things on the shelves on both sides, he was not particularly familiar with the "magic supplies", and the light was too dim, he didn't recognize what he could do, and then, he just walked to the counter almost to his chest, and then opened his mouth and said, "Hmm." ”

"It's a treasure of words. The man, who never knew if he was a boss or a buddy, chuckled lowly, but did not expect Brunei's answer, but buried his head in the face of something, as if rummaging for something.

Brunei is not a man who likes to talk like gold, in fact, he is a person who likes to talk, but now he lives every day in the system's one-sided chatter, or quarrels, bickering, and unnutritious jokes with the system, which makes him have no energy to say superfluous words. Naturally, he wouldn't explain this to the man, so he just nodded.

The man did not see his nod, for it was a long time before the man finally raised his head, holding a small box in his right hand and a wad of yellowed paper in his left hand, and after placing it on the counter, he took out three more boxes of ink from underneath.

Brunei carefully took out a small piece of iron, or a small piece of iron, flattened and in the shape of a pentagram, faintly glowing, and he put it into the man's box.

"It's a nuisance. The man grumbled—he seemed to like it, and his voice was fitting to say, "Do you have to be an Imperial Mage? Get your magic emblem on the back of your hand, and you won't have to buy it from me for half the price of any other thing." The extra money may be able to improve your food. ”

Brunei shook his left hand with his right hand, and it did feel like he was holding a handful of bones. But he just smiled: "Pushing customers to other stores is not the right way to do business." ”

"A guest like you, who only buys five units of mental power a month, can only be regarded as a garbage customer. The man seemed dismissive.

[Little Bruneith, this bastard mocks you, okay, kill him?]

The system finally couldn't stand the loneliness and started talking nonsense again. No, maybe the system isn't talking nonsense, it's the kind of advice it makes endlessly, and in the past, when the blood drops were just picked up, Brunei always wanted to "kill" to solve the problem. The system may not have really controlled his mind, but it has undoubtedly been influencing Brunei's mindset.

The light on the iron piece had completely disappeared, and the man picked up the iron piece and threw it into Brunei's hand: "Okay, garbage customer." The thought that the next time I see you will be a month away makes me feel happy. ”

Brunei smiled again, put away the ink and paper, and was about to say something to refute when there was a "bang", and the wooden door behind him was simply pushed open.

The man whistled, not agitated, but more mocking, and said in his spiritless voice, "New guests, it's a rarity. Junk customer, he's much more arrogant than when you first came, maybe he'll be much better than you?"