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Huh? There is such a saying? It seems that place is quite attractive?

Lloyd thought for a while and replied calmly:

"I do know that place."

The manager immediately showed a look of "money-seeking" and said quickly:

"Oh? Then let's go to the third floor to talk."

The third floor of this club can only be accessed by people who have paid for membership. Lloyd had only approached the staircase several times before, but was politely persuaded to leave. Today was the first time he went up.

The result was nothing big. It was just a meeting room and reception room, which were decorated quite luxuriously and looked like a real estate signing center.

The manager took Lloyd into one of the rooms and turned a set of clockwork devices on the wall a few times.

Lloyd immediately felt an invisible force spreading in the room, which should be a set of rituals.

"This is for soundproofing, to ensure that no one else can hear our next conversation. You only need to become our member to enjoy such confidentiality service..."

This guy is really omnipresent. Whenever there is a chance, he wants to trick Lloyd into becoming a member...

Then, he poured Lloyd a cup of tea, and the two sat down on the sofa. He took out the black envelopes and introduced the "high-level commissions" to Lloyd.

In short, someone is collecting intelligence about that place, and any intelligence is required, and money is paid according to the value.

Some people focus on collecting intelligence about various players and intelligence about the reward list.

Someone is "recruiting teammates" and wants to find someone to go in together to protect their safety and help them win the next victory.

Although the needs are very diverse, there is a common point that the asking price is very high, starting from tens of thousands of universal coins.

Among them, the highest bidder is to investigate the real name, residence, and power system of a player, and offers a reward of tens or even millions for this.

The sky-high price of opening the box belongs to it, it feels like there is some personal grudge?

It can be seen that the place called "Dream Casino" or "Dream Theater" is indeed very attractive to these rich people, and the confidentiality measures are indeed as strict as the waiter said.

Players may know each other through their voices and styles of behavior, but it is difficult to know each other's real information. It is a bit similar to the Internet on Earth. It is difficult for you to know what valuables the teammates who help the opponent raise their father on the road are.

But if Lloyd is greedy for money and accepts these commissions, he may expose his information.

This kind of money may burn your hands, so you must be cautious.

After weighing the pros and cons, Lloyd picked up one of the envelopes.

The commission above is "Describe the process of a victory", and the money will be paid according to the degree of detail. It is allowed to conceal some private information, but you cannot fabricate and deceive.

The manager then began to introduce:

"If you are interested in taking this commission, please write the information required above into a letter as soon as possible, seal it with wax, and put it in the mailbox specified above. Of course, please don't forget to leave your contact information..."

"But I think you might as well become our member, so that you can also have a private mailbox exclusive to members, which is convenient for you to handle such commissions."

"I'll think about it."

Lloyd said, writing down the information on the commission.

He would not rush to make such hot money, but he might as well pay attention to it as a channel.

But the manager still persuaded:

"Why are you still hesitating? Become our member, you can also issue special commissions like this and enjoy our..."

"I'm not talking about this consideration. You are a waste of talent as a manager here."

Lloyd said with a smile and tears, and then he got up and left, not giving the other party a chance to continue selling, and went to the basement he rented.

Then he took out the oil paper bag in his pocket and checked the two materials he won.

That ‘brain-shaped crystal block’ is transparent and hard, with a layer of brain-like wrinkles on the surface, but it is not big and is not the shape of a brain. I really don’t know why it is given such a curious name.

However, the spirituality emanating from it is really strange. After holding it in your hand for a long time, you will feel that the originally hard touch becomes softer and stickier, as if you are really holding a ball of brain.

Lloyd didn’t dare to play with it, it was disgusting, so he picked up a beaker, threw the strange crystal into it, and then wrapped it again with oil paper.

As for the ‘old wine that gave birth to madness’, it was actually a bottle as small as eye drops, with a kind of sticky gray-white liquid in it, and the texture looked a bit like...

Brain?

Lloyd didn’t open the bottle to smell it, and wrapped it again with oil paper.

Then he took the two materials and walked into the small lounge, opened a safe inside, and put the things in.

The two materials are not available for the time being, and it is impossible to carry them with you, let alone put them at home or in the office, so they can only be temporarily placed in this place.

He paid extra money to rent this safe, which is said to be the most high-end on the market. It looks very sturdy, and it should be difficult to open it by physical means.

But it is hard to say whether it can be opened by extraordinary means...

I should find a "space storage bag" or other equipment, otherwise it will be difficult to store things in the future. As a positive young man who travels through time, how can I not have this kind of graduation equipment for travelers?

Lloyd thought about it in his mind and locked the safe tightly.

Then he leaned on a recliner again, recalling and thinking about today's experience.

At first, he didn't quite understand the presiding judge's intention and why he would give him such a business card.

The transcendental materials you need can be purchased in the market, and you can afford them with your own income, so there is no need to go around in such a big circle.

But after actually experiencing it and seeing those commissions in the club, he somewhat guessed what the presiding judge was thinking.

The presiding judge must not only hope that I can obtain transcendental materials, otherwise, wouldn't it be better if he just gives me a bonus?

He obviously hopes that I can go out and see the world, accumulate some PVP experience, and expand some contacts.

These things may be what extraordinary people need more than materials.

He really made me cry to death...

If I were not an independent young man with backbone and integrity, I would probably have been "floating for half my life, never abandoning my duties"...

Lloyd made a mental note of the presiding judge's kindness to him, and then started to speculate about the origin and background of the 'Dream Theater'.

According to the waiter, it was an independent space created based on an ancient relic, a paradise. This statement was too vague.

How exactly does it work? How did you pull people in instantly? What are the sources of those materials? Who are the managers and owners?

And what kind of creature is that waiter who cannot be [explored]?

It's a complete mystery.

The biggest question is, since there are such powerful ancient relics that can be used as a separate space, why should they be used as a playground? Wouldn't it be nice to just do something else?

Lloyd knew a little bit about the past history of this world. Human ancestors should have been rich and had created a fairly developed civilization.

It was not until the emergence of monsters and the spread of mental pollution that the entire civilization was pushed to the edge. Then there was a tragic epic of resistance to fate. Until now, it has regained its footing and tried to rebuild the glory of the past.

Regarding the past history, there are only some brief mentions in the library, which are basically mentioned in one sentence.

Even the profession of archeology is strictly controlled. It seems that they don’t want people to excavate and explore that past history, and just let them be buried by time...

Therefore, Lloyd didn't know much. He only knew that there were extraordinary powers in that era, and they were called "magic" and "fighting spirit" with historical background.

Some researchers believe that the extraordinary systems currently used by humans are actually the continuation of these ancient powers; but more scholars are opposed to this speculation and believe that the current extraordinary systems are new paths opened up by humans in desperate situations.

Lloyd is just a time traveler and will not participate in this kind of siding.

He brought his thoughts back to the 'Dream Theater' and hesitated whether to go in and play in the future.

The rewards are indeed huge, but the risks are also very high. It is said to be playing games, but in the end, people are killed.

And judging from the club’s high-priced box-opening commission, it’s easy to make enemies for no apparent reason.

But for the [Distortion] material that I needed, there was no better, safer or more secret source for a while...

There are risks and rewards. How to choose is a difficult problem, and it cannot be decided in a short time.

Lloyd shook his head vigorously, throwing away those meaningless thoughts, and established a train of thought in his heart.

After all, it still requires strength. A high-ranking boss like the chief judge will not have so many worries and can even recommend others to join.

Just keep working hard and keep improving.

Then he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was already getting late, and it was almost time for his sister to go home.

And...he originally planned to 'launch' tonight, that is, to hold a seminar on the future of mankind.

I hope these people are okay?

Lloyd left the club and went to a street restaurant to pack a few dishes for home.

If your hand is injured today, don't cook by yourself.

Not long after, Everol returned home with a tired look on her face, her face filled with obvious excitement, and she gave Lloyd a magazine as soon as they met.

"Xiao Yi, this is the first issue that will be released tomorrow, and your copy is the first one in the first issue."

This made Lloyd a little flattered.

"Wow? You want to give such a memorable first book to me?"

"Of course, because Xiao Yi will always come first in my sister's mind."

Everol said, narrowing her eyes slightly and smiling sweetly.

Weird, why did the title of this chapter get swallowed up?