Section 7: The Insult of Gold (I

Townsend first persuaded Marcia at dinner, and by the way, assigned the stewards tasks for the next few days before starting to study the itinerary of the Dream Hall.

Preparation is important for anything, especially for high-stakes events like exploration. It must be meticulous and comprehensive enough, and you can't be careless just because the location is in the guild, and something will happen.

After receiving the promise of "absolutely behaving in the way, absolutely not messing around, and quitting immediately after failure", Marcia told Townsend all the rumors about the Dream Hall. In fact, there is very little such information, and even talking and explaining it will take more than ten minutes for Marcia.

Because most of the people who dared to enter the dream hall before were outstanding figures such as contemporary masters. These big people love face very much, they are not very easy to deal with, and no one will talk about failure.

Therefore, it is not easy for others to get some general descriptions from their mouths, and the reason why Marcia knows a little is mainly because of the relationship between the prominent family background.

The only good thing is that the Dream Hall is not a place where people want to die, and there are no vicious, ugly, invincible monsters in it, and no one can take off their shoes and dance on the red iron plate. All its difficulties and horrors are reflected in a series of unique questions.

It's the kind of problem that can't be let go of as long as it's seen by the people involved -- at most, it costs half a person's life.

Plainly, these fascinating questions point to more flashy, esoteric abilities. There are many "contemporary masters" in history who can't eat or sleep because of these problems, and even become insane.

Another bizarre phenomenon is that the Hall of Dreams does not restrict access to levels. This means that the questions in the hall should be about the nature and principles of abilities, not the ones that require brute force.

In fact, the biggest crowd in the Hall of Dreams were apprentices, and when these young, impulsive and free guys entered, most of them couldn't even open the inner door of the hall. After a few days, he was exhausted and was brought out, and he did not dare to act recklessly again.

Over time, no more apprentices entered the Dream Hall, and even more often than the Intermediate Adepts did not go - even if they tried their best to open the inner door, what awaited them was an even more desperate puzzle, and one puzzle after another.

The illustrious existence of the master of the ability also grew up as an apprentice, and when he was a teenager, he was fed up with the torment of the Dream Hall, and even fewer people were interested in entering—so many lessons from the past, they would rather spend their time and energy in areas where it is easier to produce results, rather than running here to find abuse.

Failure, how many of the masters can afford to lose this face?

As a result, the harbingers of the Golden Age of Abilities never appeared.

"Love a Psychic and send him to the Hall of Dreams because it's paradise, and hate a Psychiatrian and send him to the Hall of Dreams because it's hell ......" Townsend squinted his eyes slightly, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop, "What a weird place, it's confusing." ”

It wasn't dark yet, but the room was already lit up brightly, and the orange light shone on the burden in front of Townsend.

The baggage has been opened, and the various items inside are neatly arranged on the table, including scrolls, notes, gloves, props, and so on......

These were the things he had gotten from White Cat Joan when he first met the Mysterious Merchant, and they belonged to a burp for twenty years. Of course, Townsend wouldn't carry the Tripole Badge with him, and it would be very troublesome for that thing to be discovered, so he had already dug it and buried it, leaving only these things that didn't need to explain the way they came from.

Disorganized and undisciplined, abandoning the guild and going it alone, or even defecting to hostile forces, there are few of them, but they do exist. There are also a considerable number of ability items that are outcast, and if you have to explain the origin of each one, then you don't have to do anything.

Because of the level, props and notes are not used for the time being, so in comparison, Townsend values the identity of the "Black Night Stalker" more, this is a guy who is willing to do any bad thing, and it is very suitable to do bad things, and he is really without a trace.

The black-striped night owl is a cunning and swift bird, covered in inconspicuous gray feathers, but with a bright black stripe that runs from its head to its abdomen. The dark night is its hunting time, and its hunting grounds include forests, mountains, plains and swamps, and it likes to pounce on small and medium-sized carnivores, which are usually fatal with one hit.

The reason why the Tripolar Adeptus has this murderous nickname is mostly because his overalls are like this. It was dark gray from head to toe, and the whole face was concealed, and a very thin black line started from the forehead and passed through the face, xiong, abdomen and hem - a thread that seemed to have a different purpose, because the dead leaf balls liked to roll on this line.

Townsend had no habit of cleanliness, but at least he loved cleanliness, and of course he would not wear a dead man's robe, so he had already made a new set of overalls, removed the black thread and inlaid it, and it looked decent to wear. Then he opened his chest and equipped some gadgets in various parts, and it was uncertain how useful these improvised tools would be, but they were better than nothing.

Eight units of currency, ah, for Townsend this is a huge + passion for wealth and resources

In order for the Thorn Rose to grow quickly, Townsend must go to the Hall of Dreams and work hard. But after hearing about the legend of the Dream Hall, he definitely didn't want others to know that he had entered. The reason for this is very simple, people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and tigers are most afraid of shotguns...... Moreover, he could work hard for his goals, but he never expected himself to answer the questions in the dream hall.

His fundamental plan is: Even if the master digs a hole in the wall, he can make a thing, right?

As for the previous assurances to Marcia, in fact, such a thing as digging a wall and making a hole seemed to Townsend to be completely forbidden, and under the inspiration of a lofty goal, how could he be entangled in such a small detail, right? Townsend had two imitation dawn torches and a dozen grass rings in his pocket...... It can be said that the characters who despise the Psychic Master Guild so much in their hearts can't find a second one in the world

After packing up his things and putting on a black sè cloak outside, Townsend went out.

Marcia and the others were already waiting in the courtyard, and when they met, they got into the carriage, and three identical carriages exited the inn through the side door, each going in different directions.

Not to mention, there are really people following behind the three carriages...... It wasn't until they approached the Anomalous Master Guild that the rats reluctantly stopped.

Under the guise of borrowing books, Marcia led Townsend through another side door into the union.

Thankfully, the apprentices are still on duty at night as daytime guides. Taking advantage of his greeting with Marcia, Townsend saw the opportunity to hide in the huā bushes on the side of the road, twisting all the way through, "swishing" to the top of the dream hall.

It's amazing that there are basically no patrols on Townsend Road, and it seems that this side is unguarded.

The brave and fearless Townsend raised his head to the sky, laughed silently three times, and then ripped off his coat for camouflage, and glanced at the crescent-shaped crescent-shaped platform below, which was directly a somersault - a slight sound of breaking the air sounded, and the dark gray robe stretched out in the air, occasionally flashing a little black silky ghost, reflecting the starry Milky Way overhead.

He is like a ferocious bird in its prey

-- Yintao City, the Guild of Strangers, the Promotion Pyramid, and the Outer Hall of Dreams.

On the stone wall near the carved wooden door, two small and delicate glass lamps are hung, and in the faintly floating elegant fragrance, the soft but bright light completely envelops the small platform, and there is a figure crouching on the ground.

His entire body was wrapped in a cloak, and even his hands were gloved, so tightly that there were almost no gaps.

At this time, he lowered his head, leaned slightly sideways, but his waist was straight like a stubborn child, his left hand holding a stone wine glass was slightly raised, and his right hand was holding a chalk-like thing with three fingers, and he did not stop drawing some strange text symbols on the ground.

On the crescent-shaped platform, almost every inch of the ground was covered with this kind of symbols and lines, and arranged in a strange spiral, like a small stream flowing out of his hand......

Writing down a string of characters again, he turned the angle slightly, but the outline of the entire head was still hidden in the shadow of the brim. The staggered lights behind him stretched his shadow wide, and his head turned very slowly, as if reading what he had written earlier.

In fact, the characters were indeed flowing through his pupils......

The almost frozen posture, the focused demeanor, and the silent light all add up to loneliness.

Or, it's otaku.

With a "whew-" sound, something fell above his head, but the person squatting on the ground was unmoved, until a pair of big feet stepped onto the platform with a "snap", and then "squeaked" and wiped off three and a half words.

"Ahh The other hand stretched out, and the chalk pointed directly at the other string of words at the visitor's feet: "Don't move"

At the same time as he shouted these words, the person who fell was already somersaulting in mid-air - falling from a height of more than ten meters, and if he didn't do a few somersaults, he wouldn't be killed?

But when he finally heard this, the person who turned up his whole body stretched out his right palm downward and put a cushion in the empty space without characters, and then his body turned over and changed his toes to another pad in the blank space, and finally he turned over again with a "whew", and his feet fell steadily in front of each other - he didn't move at all

The man who was squatting on the ground raised his head, and the shadow on his face was finally dispelled by the light, but he still couldn't see his face, because he had an old mask with mottled faces, and there was only a set of fine holes in the two eyes, and he couldn't even see the face of his eyes.

The man who fell from the sky and stood in front of him was wearing a wide dark gray sè tunic with a hat and a méng face cloth, a black line that began on his forehead and continued to the hem. It's a strange shape, like a robe that has been cut open by some weapon and then sewn on...... In short, these two guys who are looking at each other are actually people in the suit.

And it's the kind of person who has been wrapped and never opened.

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Ming: Oh yes, I reached out and asked for a monthly pass recommendation, the reason, you know.

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