It seems that there is no need to try the missionary's incomplete real name. The effect of this cursed object obviously follows certain rules meticulously.

There is no way to exploit loopholes.

Cheng Shen thought for a while and just revealed the other person's name.

…

Black Wind Valley.

The missionary, who looked much thinner than before, looked at the building that was rising in front of him.

The gloomy eyes finally regained some energy.

"There is still a chance! There is still a chance to make a comeback!"

He said bitterly.

The geographical advantage has allowed him to maintain a comfortable development state.

Guarding this valley that was easy to defend but difficult to attack, and through advanced strategies in the early stages, he successfully activated a seed path and obtained a growing main tower, making him invest far less in defense than others.

This means he has more resources available for development.

In fact.

Missionaries did exactly that.

What is different from Cheng Shen's choice is that he fully supports the forging industry.

Missionaries have technical support.

Full of confidence.

In the early stages, the community’s resistance was not taken seriously at all.

He is preparing to take advantage of the equipment trading market that will skyrocket after the opening of the level 10 dungeon and regain control of his voice.

But don't want to.

The pace at which he took off was like being blasted down by Cheng Shen with a super-fast missile...

Almost all the profits he made from relying on intelligence in the early stage were lost on the equipment he built. However, the equipment Cheng Shen sold was not only better than his, but also cheaper. He lost money and couldn't even recoup his capital even in a big sale!

The missionary still hasn't figured out how Cheng Shen managed to throw out so much equipment at once!

A misjudgment directly caused his financial situation to hit rock bottom, and he also lost the ability to compete with the society for the right to speak.

certainly.

Even then.

In fact, the missionary still has the ability to drag Cheng Shen to death together.

But as Cheng Shen had judged earlier, he relied too much on the advantage of intelligence and had placed himself in a superior perspective from the beginning. How could he be willing to sacrifice his noble life to be buried with a group of untouchables?

then.

Mistake after mistake.

The missionary's final struggle was also defeated by his misjudgment of the situation in the camp war.

This directly caused him to throw away an extremely powerful cursed object.

The key is,

That cursed object is not his yet!!

The missionary has been living in fear these days. On the one hand, he is afraid of Cheng Shen's revenge, and on the other hand, he is worried about what punishment the big boss in the organization will inflict on him when he learns that he has lost his treasure!

Looking at the transmission channel that is gradually taking shape in front of me.

Missionaries know.

This is probably his only chance to make a comeback.

He squeezed the token in his hand. This was the second trump card he got after communicating with the big boss.

Using this token, he can 100% encounter a trade caravan with extremely high prosperity and full friendship value when the trade market opens for the first time!

He did not expect to have a long-term cooperative relationship with this caravan.

As long as he can get even a little bit of advanced technical information between their fingers, it will be enough for him to achieve overtaking in development!

"Sir, everything is ready!"

A short man walked up to him and said with a low eyebrow.

The missionary looked at him, and the indifference on his face flashed away, replaced by a false smile, "Very good, I have seen everything you have done recently. You are better and more capable than the other person.

Very good.

After this incident, I will apply to the organization for promotion and you will officially join us."

"Thank you, sir!"

Packing the watermelon, he immediately said excitedly.

Creak...

A soft sound came from the formed passage, and the missionary's expression paused slightly. When he heard the prompt in his ears, the look on his face became brighter with the naked eye, "Okay, you come with me to welcome the caravan first!"

Creak...

Creak...

The strange sound gradually became clearer in the transmission channel, accompanied by bursts of heavy horse hooves.

A tall horse covered in golden armor first appeared in the passage. This horse had a pure white horn on its head and a pair of wings. Its four hooves were shrouded in a halo, which was extraordinary.

Astride the horse was a tall knight wearing holy white armor. He held the reins and lifted his smooth mask. His golden curly hair fell down on both sides of his face, revealing a resolute and handsome face.

“Welcome!”

The missionary smiled and stepped forward with open arms.

The knight glanced at him, feeling the aura of the same origin coming from the missionary's body, and his face softened slightly, "I didn't expect to find the inheritance of the Templars outside. Do you have enough food here?"

"Yes! Of course! I have prepared a banquet and await the arrival of all distinguished guests!"

The missionary nodded eagerly.

"That's good."

The knight led the horse forward for a certain distance. In the passage, three brave knights with the same costumes and mounts walked out, and then followed by a golden carriage surrounded by holy light led by eight flying horses.

There seemed to be countless petite angels flying around the carriage.

Hymns echoed.

The melodious and sacred breath makes everything around you seem to have been blessed by the gods, and the surface is coated with a layer of holy brilliance.

The missionary even felt the source of power within his body being faintly touched!

"A great man has arrived!"

He was shocked inside.

At this time, the knight from before walked to the carriage and whispered: "My Lady, let's rest here for the night."

"Um."

There was a lazy response from inside the car. It was obviously in such a solemn and solemn environment, but it made people feel an inexplicable impulse to spurt blood.

The missionary's face flushed unnaturally.

My heart was agitated under strong pressure.

He quickly ordered the absent-minded man on the side to pack the watermelon, "Hurry and lead the way for the guests' convoy!"

"Oh...oh! Okay!"

I packed the watermelon and immediately rushed forward in a hurry.

The four knights glanced at him warily just as he was about to walk in front of the motorcade.

One of the knights suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Stop!"

"Um?"

Packing Watermelon raised his head blankly, and the next second, he suddenly felt that his consciousness became hazy, and the scene in front of him began to blur. He vaguely heard an old voice calling him in his ear.

"Li Xiangmu..."

"Who?"

He responded involuntarily.

Stab!

Phew!

The moment the old man with corpse-stained face appeared beside him, an extremely bright holy sword light fell almost at the same time, and one of the arms packing the watermelons suddenly broke and flew out, pulling out the smelly organs!

At the same time, a glowing golden mark spread straight from the center of his forehead to his lower body.
To be continued...