Chapter 234 233.Shouldn't this be the story of a steward?

While Lloyd was observing others, the other two 'readers' who were directly on the line were also secretly observing him, and at the same time quietly radiating inspiration, trying not to do the power fluctuations in the air.

The fourth-order investigator took the lead in making a connection:

This guy ...... Is it a super genius who has been praised by Lord Shandu? It looks really young, but there are no power fluctuations escaping from the body, which means that the rank is not very high, it should be below the third order, a little lower.

He may have great talent and must be very intelligent, but being young means that he lacks experience, and it is inevitable that there will be some little problems with arrogance, which is a very fatal weakness in our 'game'.

Even if it's a super genius, it can't be a genius in every field, right? Nothing to be afraid of.

However, this guy in the [Intellectual] system seems to be very difficult, and it just so happens that [Intellectual] is a system that specializes in the field of consciousness, and it has advantages that none of us have, so I am afraid it will be a very difficult opponent......

However, I'm an expert at cracking [the story]! With the unattainable talent of the two of them, and with the help of the [Law Order], I can find myself as quickly as possible.

So...... Can win!

After some thought, the investigator couldn't help but smile a little confidently.

And the fourth-order scholar also made deductions and judgments in his mind after some observations:

Is this young man Lloyd, whom Master Elfreddy called the 'Bright Star'? Well, he is indeed a talent, his rank is a little lower, and he has not been able to escape power fluctuations, which is one of his unique advantages.

If he had gained that power beyond his comprehension in the [story], he would probably have come to his senses, and I wonder if Lady Inisa had arranged such a 'plot'?

It's a pity that even if he can wake up quickly, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape the control of the 'plot', and the invincible [veto] system in the real world is not very useful in the [story], and if he wants to crack it, he will definitely have to go through a lot of trouble.

Probably it will take hours, right?

So he shouldn't be a big threat to me, and genius is not a big deal, who isn't a genius?

On the contrary, it is the investigator of the [Ritsuling] Department who may be my main competitor, and the [Ritsuling] Department has an absolute advantage in maintaining self-awareness......

What's more, this guy looks like he has experience, and he must be very tricky.

However, the power of the [Decree] is also difficult to exert in the [Story], and it will take a lot of effort for him to crack it in the end, and it will definitely take several hours.

I can still be dominant and proactive, and as long as I can regain my self-awareness in time, I can be sure that [the story] will be over in two hours, which is a speed that neither of them can achieve.

After all, this is the realm of mind and consciousness, the absolute home of our intellectual] system!

So...... Can win!

After some thought, the scholar nodded secretly, feeling a surge of confidence.

At this time, the three bigwigs also ended their not very polite greetings, and then the butler took the lead and repeated several rules of this 'gambling game'.

"You can't use holy relics, but you can use supernatural abilities and potions."

"The life of the 'reader' must not be threatened, and no revenge shall be taken afterwards, whether you win or lose."

"No collusion to cheat in advance, no ......"

"The final winner is determined by the time it takes to crack the [story], and whoever has the slowest and least [story] is cracked by the slowest and least person will be the final winner."

After restating the rules, this earth-shattering gamble involving three seventh-order powerhouses kicked off.

Everyone first entered the hotel, and then the three 'readers' went to the second floor to choose their own rooms, and then they would start their own [stories] here

The three bigwigs went to the third floor and sat in a simple conference room that had been converted from a makeshift bedroom, where they would host their own stories and supervise the actions of the other two.

"The old rules?"

The butler sat down at a log table, took out a standard six-sided die, and fastened a card with exquisite workmanship and intricate patterns on the table.

This card looks a bit like a greeting card or a postcard, which is the butler's [story]

"Ladies first."

The big guy named Olga also sat down next to him, and then took a notebook on the table, which was his [story]

"Heh~"

The big guy named Inisha grabbed the dice, threw the number casually, and then put his [story], a pop-up book in the style of a fairy tale, on the table.

Then, the three bigwigs took turns throwing the dice to determine whose [story] came first.

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Lloyd chose the room at the end of the corridor on the left, and was doing a simple tidying and inspection with one hand, then pushed open the window and breathed a sigh of relief.

The other hand, which is idle, holds the statue of the Sage in his pocket tightly.

In addition to the slightly rudimentary room, there are lines of text and numbers on the panels.

According to the rules, from the moment he enters this room, the game officially begins.

Until he cracked the [story] of today; Or when the time is over, you can only get out of the room after being rescued by the big guy.

So as soon as he entered the room, Lloyd left the panel open all the way based on his last experience.

Then he held his 'girl next door' tightly in his hand.

The 'girl next door' was naturally as gentle as ever, and in turn held his hand tightly, the palm warm and silky.

After inspecting the room in general, Lloyd suddenly saw the panel in front of him blur and shrink, and a narration came out of his ear:

"Your name is Tom, you're a folklorist with a love of travel and adventure, and you just came to this town yesterday for a lively celebration......"

"You are fascinated by the celebration, you will be completely immersed in the festive atmosphere, you will have a great time, and you will meet a passionate and beautiful girl, and you will firmly believe that this is the love you desire......"

"She's hiding in your bed right now, and her father is anxiously looking for her......"

As the narrator narrates, a bulging translucent tulle emerges out of thin air on the originally empty bed in the room, completely unable to hide the bumpy and fiery curves below.

A gorgeous blonde woman was lying on the bed, with the kind of sadness on her beautiful face, looking at Lloyd, and with a little crying:

"Honey, my dad is looking for me, but I don't want to go home, I just want to be with you forever."

As she spoke, she licked her rosy lips again, lowered her voice, and said in an extremely seductive tone:

"Shall we hurry up and do it again?"

Lloyd nodded and walked over to the bedside, as if he had completely assumed the role of 'Tom the Folklorist'.

"Hmmm......"

After looking down and carefully looking at the 'love of this life' in front of him, he continued:

"This shouldn't be the butler's story, otherwise he should know that what I like is a white-haired ......"

With that, he suddenly shouted again:

"In the name of veto!"

(End of chapter)