Sylvia stood in front of the tent, which looked very ordinary, with a plain black exterior and some ornaments on top. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The door of the info tent was bustling with people, and Sylvia leaned over to ask what was going on.

Looking around, Sylvia didn't find anyone who looked reasonably normal. Basically, there were few people present who wore magic robes, but most of them wore strange armor, and some looked like alchemy dolls.

In front of her, Sylvia saw another guy in a red robe, holding a string of beads in his hand, and his head was bare. It seems that this kind of person should be a sect that cultivates a certain kind of exercise, and remembering that the person who was dressed like this just now had a very good temper, Sylvia decided to step forward and ask this person.

Sylvia stepped forward and asked, "Hello, I would like to ask if this place is a lottery?"

The person being questioned raised his head and replied with a smile: "Yes, this is the place where the lottery is drawn, and every time someone who completes a task has a chance to come here to draw a prize." It's just that you need to answer questions before the draw, and these questions are not the same, and the difficulty is completely immeasurable. The final result of the quiz will determine what prizes you will receive. ”

Sylvia isn't a money-grubber, but the things in this place are just too appealing. Especially when he looked at it all the way, it was said that the wisdom fruit that could increase his spiritual power by a hundredfold had learned the "God of War Catalog" that could directly occupy the sky and occupy a single punch and shatter the star, claiming to be the spiritual power that only new humans could grasp.

Anyway, there are a lot of magical things, but it's a pity that all the currency they want is the crystallization of faith, so Sylvia can only stare at it and can't afford anything.

And what worries Sylvia the most is that the old man said that this pass can only be used three times, and he has now accidentally used it for the first time.

In the case that he doesn't know when he can use it for the second time, he must increase the use value of this time to the maximum, since he can't buy things, then the lottery should be okay!

Sylvia didn't cut the line, so he stood at the back and waited with peace of mind, although following the rules is one of Sylvia's many advantages, but there is another very important reason why he didn't cut the line.

In the group of guys standing in front of him, all of them are very strong, even if there is no way to use the magic eye to reconnoitre, but the momentum on their bodies still can't hide Sylvia's perception, he doesn't want to waste time on disputes, and it won't take long to queue up with peace of mind.

One person went into the tent and stayed for a few minutes before coming out, and the people who came out shook their heads with a look of disappointment, and then walked away from the other side with a disappointed expression.

Sylvia looked at the bald head standing in front of her with some wonder and asked, "Is this lottery difficult, why do they all look so disappointed?"

The bald head nodded, and said in a very solemn tone: "This still depends on the donor's chance, but in any case, this lottery is indeed very difficult." At least the poor monk has drawn twenty times so far, but he has not won a single one. ”

Twenty times I didn't win the draw, so it seems that the success rate is really a bit low, but Sylvia is fearless if he just answers the question, after all, his knowledge reserve is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Soon, it was the turn of the bald head in front of Sylvia, and he walked in, and after Sylvia waited outside for about twenty minutes or so, the bald head came out of it. He smiled at Sylvia and said, "Donor, it's time for you to go in." ”

Seeing his smiling face, Sylvia naturally thought that he had won the lottery, so she asked, "Look at your success like this, right?"

Unexpectedly, the bald head shook his head, and said indifferently: "The poor monk didn't win, it seems that the chance is not enough!"

He didn't win the lottery, and he was still smiling like this, it seemed that he really didn't care much, Sylvia said goodbye to the bald head and walked towards the tent.

Inside, Sylvia found that the inside of the tent was as simple as the outside, and the only thing in the tent was a pair of wooden tables and chairs in the middle.

Sylvia walked over to the chair and sat down, but as soon as he sat down, a blank piece of paper and a quill appeared on the table.

These two things appeared extremely naturally, as if they had been here in the first place, and Sylvia had not seen them.

It's just that after seeing a lot of wonderful things just now, Sylvia is now a little numb, even if eight demon gods suddenly fall from the sky, he will not waver in the slightest.

He fixed his gaze on the blank paper, which contained only a simple sentence: 'What is your greatest wish?'

If it's just this kind of question, then it should be impossible for the first few people not to answer. But he was relieved when he remembered that the bald head said that everyone answered different questions every time they came in.

Although he didn't know how the lottery worked, Sylvia answered the questions with a very serious attitude, so he wrote his wish on a piece of paper, 'I want to resurrect Angelina Yvette Katie McDowell!'

As soon as he finished writing the answer, the entire page of the paper disappeared, and then a second question emerged: 'What price are you willing to pay to fulfill your wishes?'

After answering the second question, a third question came up. Sylvia answered until there were no more problems on the blank paper, then he stopped, and then he waited for a few more minutes, still with no results.

At this time, Sylvia was already a little irritable, he was inexplicably teleported to this place, saw a lot of inexplicable new things, and came across a lot of good things that he wanted to buy, but he didn't have the currency of this place.

Now sitting in this little dark room answering a whole bunch of inexplicable questions, and still waiting here for so long inexplicably, but to no avail. This made him, who had become violent because of the influence of the half-dragon, and he had begun to be a little angry at this time.

Sylvia was about to smash something to vent his anger, when the environment of the room suddenly changed. The table in front of him, including the chair he was sitting on, was gone. Fortunately, Sylvia reacted quickly enough to not end up with a butt.

At this time, in the far corner of the room, there was a small box in front of Sylvia. This box looks very ordinary, it should just be made of ordinary wood, and after a few steps forward, Sylvia directly reached out and opened the box.

Inside the chest was what looked like a glass marble, the size of Sylvia's thumb, and inside it was a colorful mist, and to the right of the marble was a note. (To be continued.) )