Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Every year, I suddenly found a perfect bargaining chip to threaten myself, and I also found what I really feared.

She sat up straight and said to Simil seriously and clearly:

"Next time I see the Imperial Master, I will definitely complete this task. However, I hope you can promise me one thing."

Simil looked at her in surprise, neither rejecting nor responding.

"I hope you can come here quietly like you did today, and then leave quietly after explaining the tasks. I don't want any rewards, and I don't ask for anything. I just hope you don't let other people know.

"

What do you know? Simir subconsciously wanted to ask.

But the next second he looked away, and found a reason for his soft-heartedness at that moment.

Is this an act of self-protection by this data personality? In order not to expose her secret of being a heterogeneous person, she chose this handling method that is more in line with people's hearts.

After all, when she is begged by those eyes that look like morning dew on the tips of leaves, even if they know that she is not a living person, the viewer can easily feel pity.

"Just do your thing, I'm not that bored." Simil turned his gaze back, his tone still calm, but also slightly warmer.

"I will do what I should do." When Simil responded, Nian Nian smiled happily.

"Thank you." Nian Nian lowered his head and said sincerely.

"You're welcome." After finishing the process of thanking him dryly, Simil suddenly had a question.

"What exactly were you looking for when you were looking for the altar?"

"I want to know..." Nian Nian thought for a while and confessed, "I just want to know who I am. No, actually I just want to know how I exist and why I interact with those players.

, it’s different from other NPCs.”

Compared to a player, she is more like a person living here; but compared to an NPC, she is like a stranger passing through.

"Actually, you are no different from NPCs. You should have lost some data..." When Simil said this, he couldn't help but pause, and the rest of his words were swallowed up by a strange sense of dissonance.

He felt that he still needed to do some more experiments.

"Don't waste time on things that don't mean anything to you. You also need to make your behavior more in line with the players' logic. The loophole of not being able to go offline is too big. You'd better not stay with the players too much."

For a long time, when you can be alone, try to be alone."

Simil changed his mind. Although he felt that this data personality should also understand these simple things, it seems that this person has a serious judgment error on the issue of belonging, so that she always likes to get together with the players.

Nod every year.

What Simiel said is correct, she is not suitable to stay with the players for too long, so after being in this game world for so long, she has no other friends except those who are the Christmas clowns.

Fortunately, the members of the Christmas Clowns, including Nick, also have their own special features, either in their weird personalities or in their appearance. Anyway, they are all very eye-catching weirdos. If you compare any one of them

When people are placed in a crowd, they will look out of place. Such a group will make this inconspicuous little special thing become ordinary.

It is also due to the closed and weird collective characteristics of the Christmas Clown Group. Although the members of this mercenary group do not get together very often, the world has been accustomed to "we mercenaries" for a long time.

The simple distinction between "the group" and "all of them" made her gradually forget that she actually did not belong to "us" either.

There is no "we", only "I".

And this serious misunderstanding of the sense of belonging made her unexpectedly have many friends after coming to the Huaxia District, and then she went further and further down the wrong path, until now she actually thinks that she is also an ordinary player.

Already.

Nod again every year.

Yes, this is wrong, the perception is wrong, the attribution is wrong, and everything that comes from it is wrong.

But she didn't want to correct it.

Nian Nian looked at Simil, maybe looking at the blank space behind him, and nodded firmly again:

"I'll be more careful."

.....................

As expected, Simil left quietly after explaining the matter.

Nian Nian stayed in the room for a while. Even though he was just staring blankly at the table, the four walls he saw out of the corner of his eye always seemed to be getting closer and closer, and the ceiling above his head kept falling, although the ground under his feet seemed to be infinite.

The sinking prevented her from being crushed, but the fresh air she could breathe seemed to be getting less and less.

Sighing softly, Nian Nian felt that he should go out and see a more spacious world.

Unfortunately, I have regretted it every year since I left home.

Although it looks more spacious, it is also more crowded.

Mixed in the crowd, Nian Nian began to walk aimlessly. At one moment she felt more friendly to the players and passers-by, and at the next she felt more friendly to the city gate guards. However, it didn't take long for her to realize that all the faces were actually strangers.

A dozen hours ago, she felt that she was free, could make choices freely, speak and act freely, but now that she thought about it, she just felt ridiculous.

In fact, the freedom she has is only this small area.

Nian Nian stopped, regardless of the impatience of the pedestrian who bumped into her shoulder, and quietly looked at the land under her feet, trying to calculate how much it would cost to build the land occupied by her feet, and if these numbers were

It has a solid body and can be put together into a large space.

In the end, she continued walking along with the flow of people.

His eyes lost focus, everything around him was blurred into a strange ocean, and the noisy sound of waves was coming from far away from the horizon.

Every year, I don’t feel like I’m a lone boat drifting with the current, or a sudden and lonely desert island.

A lonely boat or a deserted island still has some actual contact and relationship with the boundless ocean, but she herself may be more like a flying bird that can't find a place to stay.

The turbulent and boiling ocean gradually calmed down, and the gate of Chang'an City appeared in Nian Nian's eyes.

Unknowingly, she seemed to have walked near the South City Gate that connected to the Qinling Mountains. She originally wanted to find a quieter and more spacious corner, but unexpectedly she ended up in a place where the crowds were the loudest and most hurried.

Nian Nian walked out of the city gate and thought about the possibility of walking all the way to the Qinling Mountains.

Anyway, I am not suitable to live among the crowd, so why not just go into the mountains and become a savage? I feel a little self-defeating every year.

It seems that living with those flower demons and tree demons is not a bad idea. After all, these "companions" don't care about whether they are offline or not, and whether they are human or not.

She stopped on the side of the road every year, hesitating whether to hide alone so that she would not be affected even if her identity was exposed. She also thought that Nick and the others were coming soon, and she would be able to retreat to that safer little world.

She was here, but she was also thinking about the mission to assassinate the Imperial Preceptor, Song Qing's treacherous plan, and the safety of Shi Sui's people during the world mission.

She was thinking about what she would do if she were a player.

She was also thinking about what she would do if she were an NPC.

When I think about it, in the end, I haven't figured out what I should do every year, and it makes me even more confused about who I am.

For a moment, it seemed that even the name Nian Nian had become unfamiliar.

"Every year?"