Later that day, Sherlock Hook and Tang Xiaobei were almost taken aback by the surge of players on the construction site when they landed.

"Holy shit, why are there so many people all of a sudden?"

The conscience old man in the distance walked over with a smile with his hands: "Two, it seems that the night walk of the hundred ghosts in the forum is ready to fire the first shot here for us." ”

Sherlock Hook was about to say something, and a player had already done his job and settled the reward early.

"Moving bricks is also an incident, but it's a bit unseemly."

He muttered that he had assigned attribute points to himself, and then found the foreman to receive the salary and came to the conscience of the old king, and said angrily: "Hey, old Wang, what is left?" ”

The conscience old king raised his eyebrows and looked back at a wooden box not far away: "Hmm...... An iron sword costs you a silver dollar and twenty copper plates, is there? ”

The player smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Well, then you can use the whole axe, and I will ask you for a silver dollar."

"No, I met a woodcutter NPC when I crossed the Eagle Stream before, and someone else's axe only costs me eighty copper plates?"

Hearing what the guest said, the conscience of the old king sighed: "Hey, you also know that it is in the Eagle Stream, why, are you willing to run the Eagle Stream again, just to save these twenty copper plates?" ”

The player stopped talking, looked Lao Wang up and down for a long time, gritted his teeth, and slapped a silver dollar in his hand into the palm of the conscience Lao Wang, Lao Wang immediately laughed, and went to the box to trade the axe to the other side.

Tang Xiaobei was a little stunned: "Lao Wang, are you getting rich in the game?" ”

The conscience of the old king raised a finger, made a booing motion, and carefully pulled Sherlock Hook and Tang Xiaobei over: "Two, I won't tell you anything, I'm not so much making money as market research, think about it, just these few internal beta players, or delete the internal beta, what kind of money can you make?" ”

"Then what do you mean ......"

The conscience of the old man coughed in a low voice: "Ahem, this, the most important thing at the moment, of course, is to find out what players will need after the open beta is opened, and when the time comes, make a big sum of money, that is to make a lot of money!" ”

He said with some excitement, as if he had seen the future mountains of gold and silver beckoning to him.

Sherlock Hook smiled bitterly and said, "Then what results did you find?" What sells well? ”

"Good question!"

The conscience of the old king patted Sherlock Hook on the shoulder, and lowered his voice with a serious expression: "The weapons I sell here are just a blank slate, just to make a difference, not the climate, I found that there is only one thing that these people care about the most!" ”

He raised a finger: "Skill! ”

Since there are no levels in the game, only attribute points, and attribute points are event rewards, the skills that can make attribute points work are naturally what everyone wants!

"Skills?"

Sherlock Hook scratched his head a little embarrassed: "I will learn a few comprehension skills automatically now, it's rare that there is an NPC who wants to teach me skills before, my attributes are not enough, I can't learn it......"

Before he finished speaking, Tang Xiaobei, who was standing aside, suddenly snapped his head and patted his head: "Skill!" I can do this! ”

"Can you?" Sherlock Hook was stunned.

"You stupid, didn't we follow that captain yesterday to join the inner gate of this Hanying Sect, won't we be able to learn skills if we go in?"

Tang Xiaobei's lips turned up, and he had a wise expression: "When the time comes, I will come out of the inner door to learn skills and teach them for a fee, isn't it simple?" ”

The conscience of the old king was stunned: "Can you do this, can you do this?" ”

"Why not!"

Tang Xiaobei patted the conscience of the old king on the back: "How much strength do you have now?" Are there two points? Come, I'll teach you a punch! ”

The conscientious Lao Wang has been exploring the way to do business throughout the whole process, and rarely takes the initiative to complete combat events, and he should not have understood punching.

"Yes, there are ......"

He rolled up his sleeves and followed Tang Xiaobei's example and took a horse step.

Tang Xiaobei held his breath and stared, and hit a straight punch with his right hand: "Ha!" ”

"Huh?"

The conscience of the old king tried to punch in a similar way, but the punch was not clear and weak, and there was no panel to remind him of what skills he had learned.

"It's useless, even if Lao Wang really knows how to practice more, it is also automatic to learn comprehension skills, in my opinion, the current training skills are much more useful, these skills must be learned by teachers and ways."

Sherlock Hook interrupted the two, clasped his hands on his cheeks, and analyzed carefully: "In my opinion, this game emphasizes reality everywhere, and we may really be able to find NPCs in the game to learn from them, and even plan activities such as robbing the Scripture Pavilion and stealing sacred scriptures in the future." ”

Tang Xiaobei was stunned: "What is it?" Canonical documents? ”

The conscience Lao Wang next to him was also confused, and Sherlock Hook sighed helplessly: "Neither of you have seen the latest regional PV character chronicles first?" ”

"What substance?"

Sherlock Hook pursed his lips, beckoned out the browsing panel, and pulled the two of them to sit down: "This is the leading character chronicle released this morning, didn't I watch our emperor and a lieutenant in Simeng last time, this time it is from West Asia, and my interpretation video was made immediately." ”

Tang Xiaobei hammered Sherlock Hook's shoulder: "You are really liver to death, do you paddle all the water at work?" ”

Sherlock Hook sneered, skipped the topic, and clicked directly on the PV.

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"Grand Duke Tilda, you are guilty."

At the beginning of the PV, a black and white marble floor is sprinkled with mottled and colorful stained glass reflections, and a pair of bright silver metal high-heeled board boots step on the floor, making a crisp and regular footstep sound.

This should be a church of the Catholic Church in the Principality of Western Asia, and the church visited by the Grand Duke must have a certain scale and rank.

As a male voice uttered the words, the man known as Archduke Tilda stopped.

"Am I guilty?"

The camera pans up, and the owner of the pair of board boots turns his slender and well-proportioned figure to look at the man who accuses him.

As Archduke Tilda turned, her silver hair rose in a beautiful arc in the air like a white waterfall, and then fell quickly and quietly.

"What am I guilty of, Father Alexander?" Her voice was cold and firm.

Standing in front of her was a middle-aged man dressed in a black monk's robe.

Man—Father Alexander wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, pale blonde hair combed back against his scalp, a silver cross necklace hanging from his chest, and his hands wrapped in a pair of white gloves.

"The Grand Duke is a model for the people, and all the people learn from you, but you are guilty of not believing in God sincerely."

The priest shook his wrists slightly, and the echo of metal breaking through the air resounded in the empty church.

Two swords appeared in the priest's hands, and he slowly raised his hands, the swords crossed in front of him in the shape of a cross.

Archduke Tilda's ice-sculptural face showed a look of mockery: "So what? You will do the will of Heaven on behalf of your god and kill me here? ”

She stepped forward towards the Alexander priest without any waves, the tapping of her heel echoing through the imminent silence.

Grand Duke Tilda raised her arm, and slowly but easily grasped it out of thin air, and a white and gold light lit up on her arm like a vine, and then spread into a dazzling beam of light in the palm of her hand.

"Huh!"

The air was cut open, and a silver spear appeared in Archduke Tilda's hand, the sharp tip of which was pointed at Father Alexander's throat, and the golden brilliance of the spear dissipated into patches of light that fell slowly like snow.

"Can you kill me?"

Archduke Tilda looked at Father Alexander with a cold look in his eyes.

"Your position, your strength, are all given to you by His Majesty the Pope!"

Alexander was not afraid, but he was a little fanatical in his righteousness.

"So what?"

Archduke Tilda's gun hand did not change in the slightest: "Pope, can you kill me?" ”

Alexander shook off the two swords in his hand, slashed at Archduke Tilda, and shouted: "Divine punishment will come, you can't escape!" ”

"Bell!"

The silver spear blocked the sword.

"Boom!"

Grand Duke Tilda raised his other hand and blasted Father Alexander to the altar in the air.

She turned her wrist half a circle, and the silver spear turned into golden light and dissipated out of thin air.

Tilda glanced indifferently at Alexander in the distance, turned as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the church door.

"You should be grateful, if it weren't for the next meeting with Simeng, I wouldn't have come to this place this year."

As the words echo, the picture darkens.

Two lines of text emerge as usual.

Grand Duke of the Principality of Western Asia, Tilda Dark.

Father of the Seventh Knights of the Anglican Church of the Principality of Western Asia, Alexander Grandy.