Elf Archer of Life in Another World

I know this NPC named Simil is very different every year.

He will disguise himself as a player and mingle among the crowd, knowing some inside information that ordinary players don't know, but these behaviors and cognitions still do not deviate from the settings in the game.

But what was he talking about just now? Data export? Offline? Reality? This is obviously what someone who is very clear about the nature of this virtual world would say, for example, a player like Nian Nian.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong every year before. Looking back now, it seems that when we first met, the man who called himself Simil was very clear about his special position as an NPC. He also said something like "current players", as if

He also knows more than just this game.

At that time, it was only assumed that this was the setting, and there were many NPCs with high intelligence and understanding like him. Especially those NPCs who often came into contact with players, they knew their position very well, and would take advantage of it from time to time.

Let’s joke about the relationship between players and NPCs.

However, an NPC who speaks so clearly from the player's perspective...

Staring at Simir every year, and trying to befriend Simir at the same time, failed? Is it a mistake?

"Ahem," Simil concealed his embarrassment, regretting that he had said too much for a while, and tried to explain, "After all, I often hang out with the players. In order not to get involved, I usually listen to their conversations too much, so I know this.

More."

Nian Nian was silent for a moment and asked: "Would an NPC find such a blunt excuse to cover up his gaffe like you?"

Simil shut his mouth, he still understood that if you talk too much, you would be wrong.

Seeing that he didn't speak every year, he continued to ask seriously: "Who are you?"

Seeing Nian Nian's insistence, the person opposite could only sigh and said: "My name is Simil, and I am also the NPC who issued the mission to you."

Thinking of the mission, Niannian is a little unsure about Simil's identity. In the game, only NPCs can enter into and terminate mission contracts with players. Therefore, mission contracts are jokingly called "unilateral unequal treaties" by some players. Niannian feels it.

The mission contract he signed with Simil was no different from the mission contracts he had accepted in the past. Nian Nian then thought of another possibility.

"Are you gm?"

"no."

"What's your name?"

"Simir." Simil repeated patiently. He knew what Nian Nian wanted to ask.

"That's it? Just a first name, no surname?" Nian Nian asked persistently.

In this game, even the soldiers guarding the gates have complete names and backgrounds, and their family backgrounds can be traced, not to mention other NPCs. In an environment like Gaia where aristocratic families exist, it is difficult to know the last name of an NPC.

Even more important than knowing him or her personally.

Simil closed his eyes and replied: "Simirlak? It seems that I need a little luck."

He sighed heavily, as if he was blaming himself or condemning the relentless pursuit every year.

Nian Nian felt that the person in front of her had probably given up on struggling, and even made up a last name directly in front of her, without any attempt to hide it.

At this time, Simil gave her the feeling that something important had gone wrong and he was unable to remedy it, exuding an aura of irritability.

As I watched, Nian Nian gradually became a little embarrassed.

"Well... if you don't want to explain, forget it, I won't ask." She said softly, pulled out a lot of fruits from the storage crystal, and pushed it in the direction of Simil, "Do you want to eat something?

?”

Simil raised his head and looked at Nian Nian. His unusually bright emerald eyes were looking at him expectantly, like a child childishly trying to please an adult after making a mistake.

Simil, who was a little out of sorts, quickly calmed down his emotions. He picked up the fruit on the table with some reserve, opened his mouth and took a bite. Sure enough, he saw Nian Nian across from him looking relieved.

"Are you really not going to ask?" Seeing that Nian Nian turned his attention to her diary again, Simil, who was suddenly ignored, spoke unnaturally.

"Someone told me that forcing a person to say things he doesn't want to say is very unwise and rude at the same time." Nian Nian said in a low voice without raising his head.

Simil, who had been keeping his eyes on Nian Nian, noticed a little blush creeping from Nian Nian's bowed head to the tips of her ears. Just when he was wondering what happened to the little girl, he saw Nian Nian raising her head and blushing slightly.

She said to him sincerely: "I'm sorry. I was just a little surprised for a moment. I didn't think about it before I spoke. I didn't expect it would make you so distressed. I'm really, really sorry."

In the silence that seemed like time stood still, Simil stared at Nian Nian without blinking.

Suddenly a burst of laughter broke out, and Simil slapped the table while laughing, almost as if he would die laughing on the spot.

Nian Nian was stunned for a moment by his roaring laughter, and then looked at the person opposite who was laughing louder and louder, feeling a bit at a loss.

The man pointed at her and said: "Hahaha, you, you actually apologized to an NPC, hahahaha! And, and it's for this reason, hahahahaha!"

Nian Nian's expression returned to normal amidst his laughter, and then changed from normal to more and more ferocious. Finally, he slammed the table in shame and anger, stood up and shouted at Simil: "Shut up, shut up! Don't laugh.

Yes!!! I am being polite! Being polite!”

The laughter gradually stopped, and there was a sincere apology on Simil's face. He said: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I didn't laugh at you, I just thought, haha, why is this thing a bit absurd?"

She gave him a big eye roll every year. She didn't understand what was absurd in this. Isn't it normal to simply apologize when she made a mistake and caused trouble for others?

Simil didn't bother to explain to Nian Nian how valuable and unnecessary her behavior was in this virtual world. He calmed down the emotions that had just suddenly surged in his heart and felt at a loss as to what to do. He stood up and walked around the desk in a familiar manner and stood in front of Nian Nian.

Years behind.

When Nian Nian saw him coming, she quickly covered the diary she was writing in with her hand and looked at him warily.

"Do you still have a notebook like yours?" Simil pointed to the small notebook that was tightly blocked.

"There is another one, but it's not as thick as this one," Niannian replied, and then asked him: "Do you want it? Do you want to buy it?"

"I don't have money," Simil said meaningfully, "but I can exchange it for other things, such as answering some questions you want to know."

Nian Nian instantly understood what Simir meant and asked with surprise: "Any questions? Can you answer them all?"

Simil smiled faintly and said: "Of course it's not all, it depends on what you ask."

Nian Nian looked up at the man standing in front of her. She was a little confused by his sudden generous behavior, but she still tentatively asked the first question: "Where is the altar?"

Simil glanced at her, took a few steps back and leaned against the window sill, looking at Nian Nian and replied: "I don't know."

"How did you find this altar?"

"have no idea."

“Who set up the altar and for whom?”

"have no idea."

Grinding my teeth every year, "Then what do you know?"

"Think carefully about the questions you want to ask, and ask me what I can know." Simil replied, with a gentle tone, but also a sense of majesty.

Niannian obediently thought for a moment and asked again: "For now, in the game, including the Chinese region, have many people seen that altar?"

"There are not many in China for the time being."

“What is the harvest for those who have been to the altar?”

“Very rich and unique.”

"Is this uniqueness related to darkness or death?"

"thathow the story should end."

Nian Nian stared at him quietly for a while, looking at his black eyes that had quietly turned into vertical pupils at some point, and asked the last question:

"Are you really Simil?"

Simil smiled and replied: "It's true."