The Righteous Player(s)

　　 "Do you know the nightmare fragments?"

　　 Salvatore also held a cup of black tea and sat opposite Annan.

He was always sleepy, his eyes with thick eye bags caused by staying up late opened slightly, and he whispered: "It is said, it is only said that...Foreign trade activities in Frozen Water Port are prohibited, most likely not because of contradictions with the Principality of Winter in the North. Reasons for intensification.

　　 "It's because the frozen water port is cursed."

　　 "...to be specific."

　　Annan's heart jumped and asked, "What kind of curse? Who put it on?"

　　 If a certain place was cursed, he would naturally not believe it before. But he had already known before that the supernatural powers of this world were all made up of curses, and he had even witnessed the fate of those who had been cursed back.

　　 Then, if one area is cursed, it’s not impossible...

　　 "Is a false god," Salvatore also lowered his voice, as if worried about something disturbed, "the real god..."

　　 "God..."

　　 Annan repeated the word, and his heart jumped.

　　 Although I don't know the difference between the false gods and the righteous gods, or what the difference is, but I have not yet entered the ranks, I am involved in this kind of boss, and he always feels a little flustered.

　　 Damn, why!

　　 I just found a waistcoat for a transition, so it was involved in such a troublesome thing?

　　 "Specifically, as long as someone chants or silently recites the name of the false **** within the area where the frozen water port can be seen, they will be dragged into a nightmare."

　　 Salvatore said slowly: "I don't tell you his priesthood, just because you're worried that you will think of this name unconsciously, but you can't restrain yourself and read it subconsciously.

　　"This is a set of puzzles composed of multiple nightmare fragments, and its interlocking characteristic is ‘reenactment’. In other words, if you die from this nightmare, you will lose all the memories in the nightmare and start from the beginning.

"The nightmare at the shallow level is fine. But if you fall into the deep nightmare unconsciously, the mortality rate will rise suddenly...After all, you don’t know how many times you have repeated the same mistake. It will be easy It's trapped in a cycle of infinite death. Until you are completely eroded by the curse and become a monster out of control."

　　 The young mayor took a deep breath.

　　His expression is very serious: "Silver's church sent people here to purify the nightmare here.

"Because this nightmare cannot accommodate many people. No matter how many people the church sends, there will only be one person in their nightmare. In order to prevent someone from dying in the nightmare and becoming the nourishment of the nightmare, the church only sent one person. come.

　　"He is Priest Louis. Although he is just an ordinary priest, not even a priest. But he is actually a substitute from the Silver Hand and has a wealth of experience in purifying nightmares.

"He has to perform at least three hundred effective purifications in the nightmare to weaken the whole nightmare and cut the chain. So his main purpose here is not to encourage trade here or to treat people's injuries. His duty , Is to keep entering the shallow nightmare, and to escape immediately after completing the purification... it is very dangerous work."

Salvatore said here, yawned, took a sip of black tea while holding the cup, and emphasized: "And I will come here to control this secret not to be spread. On the one hand, it is for people's lives. Responsible for safety; on the other hand, it is also to prevent Priest Louis from desperately purifying for a period of time, only to find that the nightmare here is getting stronger..."

　　...In other words, was Priest Louis sent to make copies?

　　 Salvatore didn't see it, Annan's expression became a little weird.

　　 He was still worried about this before.

　　 If the players come to Frozen Water Harbor, but there is no copy for them, will the energetic players make any trouble...

　　 After all, there are really few people here, and there are no monsters outside to kill them. And Annan was not sure whether the NPC could give the player some tasks or something.

　　 If players are allowed to enter the game, but they can only do some farm work, catch fish, build houses, etc., then this Mist Continent might as well be renamed the "Yearing Life Simulator".

　　 It's all right now.

　　Annan planned that if the players are energetic, they will be thrown away directly.

　　 Shake M can be developed...

　　 But Annan is very curious about another thing, even wary:

　　 "...Senior, then why did you tell me?"

"Because Frozen Water Port does not need two mayors. It is Priest Louis who is mainly responsible for purifying nightmares. I don’t have the light and can’t use spells in nightmares. What can I do if I go in. It’s not good to say, mine. The duty is to write a letter to the capital asking for support after the priest Louis loses control or dies."

　　 Salvatore said with a smile, and he could see that he was in a good mood: "In other words, Lord Lord, after you take over this job...I will return to the Black Tower and advance to Silver."

　　Annan suddenly felt a little in his heart.

　　...You **** don't mean to slip, right?

　　 Comparing heart to heart, Annan suddenly began to wonder if Salvatore had discovered any great danger, so he looked for a chance to run away...

Seeing that Annan seemed a little unhappy, Salvatore immediately said, “I’m not leaving right away. Before I leave, you can come and read my book at any time... If you don’t understand, you can follow along at any time. I said. After all, I was the chief back then, and I was also a prefect. It should be fine to teach you."

　　 This is almost the same.

　　 Hearing this, Annan's face has improved a lot.

　　 He is not the real Don Juan Gerante anyway. If there is really a big problem that cannot be solved, and if it doesn’t work, just run away...

　　 Compared with the risks in the future, the benefits that can be obtained now are the most tangible.

　　The most important thing is that he can finally see some books-I hope to make up for the common sense of the world here in Salvatore.

　　 Just relying on acting to communicate with people, Annan is also very tired. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 So Annan quickly responded.

　　 "Do you have any plans for the future?"

　　Annan asked again afterwards.

　　 Looking at Annan's expectant and enthusiastic gaze, Salvatore coughed slightly and turned his head away somewhat unnaturally.

　　 "I should stay in the black tower for a long time...I want to work directly in the black tower, as a professor and teach, and I can do some research when I have time. It's very comfortable."

　　 Having said that, he glanced at Annan and sighed softly: "Of course, if the situation in the royal capital continues to be chaotic, I don't think the black tower will be at ease for long.

　　 "Once the war breaks out..."

　　 He didn't say anything afterwards, but Annan didn't follow up.

　　 The royal family’s inheritance rights, the problems of the senior officials in the Principality of Winter, and the false **** who has been eyeing the frozen water port...

　　 These things are all intertwined. The more Annan goes deeper, the more he feels that he is weak.

　　 "The next step-up ceremony may have to trouble you, senior."

　　Annan stood up and said to Salvatore seriously.

　　 Salvatore nodded slowly.

His tired eyes opened slightly, and he warned: "You go to read the book first and adjust your state. The advanced ritual needs to be carried out in a nightmare. I will first go to Louis to ask for some information and give you a summary of the nightmare. Points.

　　 "Remember, don't do unnecessary things. In case you fall into a deep nightmare, no one can save you—understand?"

"no problem."

　　Annan nodded, and replied very surely: "I'm definitely not cheap."

　　 Others say that he is as robust as a defensive tower, presumably he should be a very stable person.

　　 Annan's evaluation of himself has always been very close.