I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 201 200. Lost and found

"I'm very busy."

Lloyd said angrily, threw the list on the coffee table in front of him, and stopped looking at it.

But if he really has the opportunity to accumulate so many precious points in the future, he will probably exchange it for the [Almighty Spin Stick] worth 15 points. There is no special reason, just that the name sounds pleasant to his ears.

"According to the previous agreement, I will come often in the future, probably twice a week? This frequency should be considered regular, right?"

Lloyd continued to ask.

"Of course, we respect your choice."

The waiter replied respectfully, and then asked following the topic:

"By the way, I wonder how you feel about our new gameplay? Your opinion is very important to us."

"It's okay, but it would be nice if we could have a little more freedom to make everyone's cars look more individual and conspicuous; besides, I met two scammers before..."

Lloyd then conveniently reported the two liars. Regardless of whether the two people could recover from their final serious injuries, he would report them first.

"I understand. We will seriously consider your first opinion. As for the second one..."

The waiter said, paused, changed to an apologetic tone, and explained:

"We only care about the experience of players like you, and you finally solved this little trouble easily, right?"

What he said both inside and outside of the words conveyed that there would be no "anti-fish bombing" or "newcomer protection" here. When new players come in, they can only rely on their own abilities.

Lloyd shrugged and didn't continue the topic.

In fact, he didn't get much 'game experience' in the previous game. Those two guys were so bad. They just activated [Distorted Realm] and used a car to get past it. The game was over, and the game process hadn't even started yet. The long time it takes to customize a car is a waste of carefully crafted work of art.

It's like you have just filled up the six levels of divine equipment, and cast it directly on the other side. It's like you opened the dish yourself, so naturally you don't have much gaming experience...

But then again, the two orphans who came to deceive the newcomers were normal. Really powerful players would not do such a dishonest thing.

However, after Lloyd thought about it, he felt that the car in the game, or the 'halo' outside, was a really good thing, allowing the bucket attributes he had worked so hard to better transform into combat effectiveness.

I was hit by the opponent with full force at that time, and I was unscathed. I didn't feel any impact, just like scraping. This protective performance is so safe!

And your own offense will take advantage of the characteristics of your own system and easily eliminate the opponent.

It would be great if I could use this skill in the real world...

So Lloyd asked again:

"What principles are based on the ability to build those racing cars?"

The waiter gave a vague answer:

"Well... it's very complicated to explain, and it's difficult to understand it in your current state. But when you get closer to the 'greatness', you will naturally understand our unsophisticated tricks."

It seems that even if I am mistaken as a 'privileged player', the other party will not be willing to say anything, right?

Lloyd thought for a while and changed the question wisely:

"Then can you tell me how the truck outside got stuck?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, with a clear look of confusion on his face, as if his consciousness was no longer in his body. After about half a minute, he came back to his senses and explained with a smile:

"Although we are obliged to protect the privacy of all players, you are special after all, so I can give you some limited answers -

While driving in that truck, a player used a special invitation that gave him immediate access, which led to the unfortunate accident. "

"Special invitation?"

"Yes."

The waiter handed out another list, which listed various styles of invitations.

There are those that can instantly transport people to the 'Dream Theater', and they are divided into one-time and permanent ones, and the price is also the difference between five points and fifty thousand points.

I really don’t know what kind of scapegoat would buy a permanent one. It would take more than 10,000 uses to get the money back, even if it is used every day, it would take 28 years.

In addition, there are those who directly invite people to the second floor; those who invite people to the third floor; those who invite people to a specific game; and those who can force people to come in regardless of whether they are willing or not.

It is the most common invitation letter. You can exchange it for only five points, which is not expensive.

Lloyd replaced Wei Ya with one on the spot, leaving 48 points.

There is nothing else to redeem for now, so I will continue to save it.

Then he took advantage of the consumption he had just finished and asked while the iron was hot:

"Can you tell me who used this special invitation? Where are they?"

He wanted to follow the clues and find out the 'conspirator'.

Unfortunately, the waiter shook his head without hesitation and explained:

"We're sorry, but we have an obligation to keep players secret."

After that, he was probably afraid that Lloyd would continue to ask questions, so he changed his words and said:

"By the way, the truck you are looking for is already parked outside the door. You will see it after you leave."

Lloyd quickly stood up, turned around and left.

As his vision blurred again, he returned to the familiar empty room, and happened to see the little milk cat pulling at the door frame and meowing, as if to remind him of something.

Lloyd picked up the kitten and walked downstairs quickly.

Suddenly, he heard a rapid panting sound.

Turning his head, he saw the guy who seemed to never wake up, leaning on the counter, his face pale, panting, as if he had just finished some heavy physical work.

As soon as he saw Lloyd coming down, he immediately cursed angrily:

"You...you little bastard...did you fuck me on purpose?"

Lloyd was scolded inexplicably, and hurriedly looked outside the door.

There was indeed a heavy truck parked there, and there were a few figures lying around beside it.

"You...you...do you know...how heavy this thing is? How...troublesome it is to get it out? Cough cough cough..."

The guy was still panting, expressing his inner dissatisfaction, and then he coughed violently again.

Lloyd didn't expect that he was the one who got this truck out?

What level is this guy? He can actually get something out of the so-called "edge outside the world"?

In an instant, Lloyd understood why he had shown some hostility to him before, but he seemed to be disdainful.

So he quickly complimented him:

"You actually fished it out? You must have worked so hard. Please allow me to express my sincere gratitude to you on behalf of the Radiant Order..."

"Heh~"

The guy snorted unhappily and went back behind the counter, panting and lying down.

But he heard Lloyd still saying:

"So... can you please send this car to the Eighteenth District of the Holy Tribunal?"

The guy didn't even raise his head and asked weakly:

"Do you believe I can beat you to death?"

Considering that this guy might really beat him to death, Lloyd didn't dare to provoke him and hurriedly walked out of the antique shop.

And the moment he stepped out of the antique shop, he felt some movement behind him. He turned around and found that the entire antique shop and the small building where it was located had disappeared out of thin air?

All that was left was a pile of tattered ruins and a charred ruin, which looked like a fire scene.

But it was unclear whether it had just been burned like this, or had been like this for a long time?

Lloyd was stunned for several seconds, and quickly took out two invitations from his pocket.

One was for himself, and the other was for Weiya.

The one that belonged to him, originally a somewhat tacky pure gold color, had been optimized to a more advanced and more connotative platinum.

The address left on it was changed to another place.

Lloyd looked carefully, wasn't that the second-hand book market opposite the club?

In order to make it convenient for him to go there frequently, they even changed the entrance?

In addition, they probably had "opened the box" for themselves, so they could choose such a place, and he was unaware of it...

Looking at Weiya's one, it was still the original pure gold color, and there was no address left on it.

Maybe every player has a unique "entrance", right?

The more you come into contact with this ‘Dream Theater’, the more you can feel its mystery…

Lloyd didn’t have time to think about it at this moment, so he put away the invitation letter and ran quickly to the side of the truck.

Many passers-by had noticed the sudden appearance of the truck and saw the person lying on the ground, and they were kind enough to help.

“Don’t touch it!”

Lloyd shouted hurriedly.

These were just retrieved from the space rift, and no one knew if there would be anything left on them…

“Don’t get close! Call the police!”

Lloyd continued to shout.

His uniform came in handy again at this time, very deterrent, helping him to effectively control the situation.

Soon, a large group of police, plus some judges, priests, and Holy Grace Hunters arrived from multiple directions and took over the situation.

Among them were Judge Riggs and King, who had just met Lloyd.

The two men probably came here by the subway. They were coughing while checking the situation at the scene and counting the goods in the carriage. Then they ran to Lloyd and patted his shoulders on the left and right.

"You actually found the people and the goods. Those fourteen brothers did not sacrifice in vain..."

"Well done, Lloyd! We have brought the people back and identified the real culprit. At least we can give an explanation to their families."

The faces of the two men were not excited or happy about the recovery. Instead, they were full of solemnity and sadness.

The dozen priests lying on the ground could never get up again...

And the one who was missing was the captain of the escort team, a judge named Frick.