It's no secret that humans are using the phrase "rather...... I don't ...... the sentence structure, and the basic thing that follows is only "true fragrance".

Although Sir Dai kept saying that he was going to a duel, the maid Jane only brought him a few pieces that were basically equivalent to formal wear, and even if he won the target, he would at best add a sad buff of "being attacked by a perverted sneak attack".

There was no need to think about it at all, and he had only one path to choose from the beginning.

As for why there is still a ready-made account in the metaverse scene, and why this account seems to have brushed a lot of details such as a sense of presence in the "local", a real meta-duel - the abbreviation of the metaverse duel - experts will not delve into it.

Decentralization.

It is not controlled by any big forces or capital.

No one can interfere with the progress of the game, not even the mastermind of the game.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the initial infinite flow of what is the main god and the like is still a bit forced, but from the beginning of death, as soon as the setting of the "fifth-order gene lock Gu cultivation device" came out, it immediately broke the norm to a miserable level.

To be honest, the concept of the metaverse that was proposed in 2020 is still everywhere more than a hundred years later, which is a very strange thing in itself, okay?

The wig is a little heavy, the stockings are a little slippery, and if you step on stilts, you can't control the good men who have grown up in modern society.

Then, as long as you go out of the castle area, the medieval roads are potholes, either dirt or mud, and it is difficult to walk to death, not to mention the composition of mud, if you think about it a little carefully, even the dust is the same.

"So it's just a target that breaks the whole pot......" Slightly up, straightening the wig on his head for the fourteenth time, Lord Davide was in a rather bad mood.

Miss Jane, the maid beside her, was much more leisurely along the way, and a partner asked afterwards, and the answer seemed to be the result of adjusting the degree of reality to the lowest, "Masochism is a game, and abuse is also a game, and what the target does can be recognized by everyone, and even become a subtle benchmark, there must be a unique (have) reason." ”

"Oh, dear Jane~ Since you are so good at empathizing from the position of a stranger, why can't you think about it for the lord a little, even if there is no suitable carriage in the castle, you can go outside and hire one temporarily~"

"No, no, no, dear lord, there is nothing like hiking in high heels to show your strength and skill, and how can I bear to let you lose the extremely rare opportunity to show it publicly?"

Under the cover of wigs and turbans, the two pairs of eyes are almost eager to collide directly and spark each other.

“…… So there can really be a boar at the tea party outside the two intersections? ”

"According to the data, a quarter of the Pig Herders Alliance has metaverse users, and the rest are at least intelligent NPCs."

He doesn't listen well, she doesn't read well.

There has been no delay at the feet, although Master Dai later nagged to sign a horse, it was really not possible to come to a donkey, but the maid Jane immediately counterattacked whether he had to be equipped with a side saddle.

After two or three rounds of this, the private estate on the invitation is already in sight.

The area of the "garden" in front of me is a bit large, and the area within the field of vision alone is seven or eight times wider than Sir Day's castle area.

"Yes, yes, it's this kind of feeling that is very unhistorical, but very meta-universe!" Sir Davide gracefully held his wig and posed elegantly in the distance.

Even if the girl has no emotional intelligence, she can hear the overflowing envy, jealousy and hatred. But in order to take care of the middle-aged man's face and self-esteem, she rarely chose to be silent.

Or maybe they have entered the interactive scene and need to abide by their duties as a maid.

It's just that this silent posture has only lasted for a second or two, and the hem of the maid's skirt trembled violently, and Jane's whole person suddenly shifted to the front of Sir Dai.

The sleeves embellished with lace flickered,

When Lao Dai appeared in front of him again, a pebble the size of half a pigeon's egg appeared on the originally smooth fabric of the sleeve.

and a little bit of a stain that resembles brown dust.

"Someone! Escort!! ”

Sir Davide's reaction was not slow, and his voice was quite loud.

It's just a bit of a cross-word accident.

But after the stone landed on his right thigh lightly, the lord himself seemed to notice this.

"Thorny...... Yes...... Jane, danger, you have to be careful......"

The acting skills are exaggerated and the expressions are false.

I don't know who to show it perfunctory, because what Lao Dai shouted from beginning to end was in Chinese.

"The automatic translation system is turned on by default, and this tea party is not only attended by Dahua players." The maid did not put on a posture of faithful protection, but was as condescending as ever.

"Is there also a telepathy module? I obviously didn't say the sentence you complained about just now. Lao Dai thinks that he is playing a formal aristocrat, and it is natural that he is not good at it. As for the little thing like the maid who wants the female chin to look at people, including himself, it is purely for pleasure, and usually no one will interfere with it.

"It's just too lazy to perfunctory you."

"So is the psychic sensing module really successful?"

For about a minute or so, the two of them maintained a hesitant pause on the surface, and the private chat channel was in full swing.

Conversations are not audible to players or NPCs arriving at the manor, or even on the server side, and at least a few recent ads have focused on the privacy aspect of private conversations.

There were five or six people who came at a gallop, and in the middle came two tall attendants, who ran quickly behind a bush, and seemed to "invite" a half-sized boy with a long rope or something in his hand, and then returned to the "welcome" procession.

The leader was dressed as a housekeeper, and his wig was meticulously combed, much more professional than Sir Dai himself.

When there were still more than ten meters away, a more authentic London accent greeted me.

“may i help you sir？”

Knowingly, it's simple.

Davide Male (?) The Lord was very annoyed, and decided that he would not answer this sentence himself anyway, so he turned his eyes to the maid.

What I get, of course, is an "answer" that seems respectful, but in fact deliberately disregards.

"At least tell me why that sentence isn't translated?"

"Huh? Do we have this sentence in our primary school textbooks? The cut-off score of your undergraduate major is obviously higher than mine. ”