Later that day, when Sherlock Hook and Tang Xiaobei landed, they were almost startled by the surge in the number of players at the construction site.

"Fuck, why are there so many people suddenly?"

The conscience-stricken Lao Wang who was in the distance came over with a smile on his hands: "You two, it seems that the Hundred Ghost Night Parade in the forum is preparing to fire the first shot here."

Just as Sherlock Hook was about to say something, a player had already finished his work and settled the reward in advance.

"Moving bricks is considered an incident, but it's a bit disgraceful."

He muttered and assigned attribute points to himself, then asked the foreman to collect his wages and came to the side of Conscience Lao Wang, and said angrily: "Hey, Lao Wang, what's left?"

The conscience-stricken Lao Wang raised his eyebrows and looked back at a wooden box not far away: "Well...the iron sword will cost you one silver dollar and twenty copper plates, do you have it?"

The player smacked his lips and shook his head.

"Hey, then you can use the axe. All it takes is one silver dollar."

"No, I met the Woodcutter NPC when I was passing through Tianying Stream. I only need eighty coppers for an axe?"

Hearing what the guest said, Conscience Lao Wang sighed: "Hey, you also know that it is in Tianying Stream. Why, are you willing to go to Tianying Stream again just to save these twenty coppers?"

The player was speechless. He looked at Lao Wang up and down for a long time, gritted his teeth, and slapped a silver dollar into the palm of Conscience Lao Wang's hand. Lao Wang suddenly laughed, went to the box and traded the ax to the other player.

Tang Xiaobei looked a little dazed: "Old Wang, have you become rich in the game?"

The conscience-stricken Lao Wang raised a finger, made a hissing gesture, and carefully pulled Sherlock Hook and Tang Xiaobei over: "You two, to tell you the truth, I am not so much making money.

Market research, think about it, how much money can you make with just these few closed beta players, or by deleting files for closed beta testing?"

"Then what do you mean..."

The conscience-stricken Lao Wang coughed in a low voice and said: "Ahem, this, the most important thing right now is of course to find out what the players will need after the open beta of the server is launched. When the time comes, make a big sum, and that will make a lot of money!"

He spoke a little excitedly, as if he had seen the future gold and silver mountains waving to him.

Sherlock Hook smiled bitterly and said, "Then what are the results of your research? What can sell well?"

"good question!"

The conscience-stricken old man patted Sherlock Hook on the shoulder and lowered his voice with a serious look: "The weapons I sell here are nothing more than blank slates. I just make a small profit, but they won't make a difference. I found that there is only one thing these people care about most!

"

He raised a finger: "Skills!"

Since the game has no levels, only attribute points, and attribute points are event rewards, then naturally everyone wants skills that can make the attribute points work!

"Skill?"

Sherlock Hook scratched his head in embarrassment: "I now know a few comprehension skills that I learned automatically. It's rare that an NPC wanted to teach me skills before. My attributes are not enough, so I can't learn them..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Xiaobei, who was standing aside, suddenly slapped his head: "Skills! I can do this!"

"Can you?" Sherlock Hook was stunned.

"You're stupid. Didn't we follow the captain yesterday to join the inner sect of Hanying Sect? Can't we learn skills after joining?"

Tang Xiaobei's lips curled up, with a wise expression on his face: "When the time comes, I will learn skills from the inner sect and teach them for a fee. Isn't this simple?"

The conscience-stricken Lao Wang was stunned: "Yes, can you do this?"

"Why not!"

Tang Xiaobei patted Conscience Lao Wang on the back: "How much strength do you have now? Do you have two points? Come, I will teach you a punching move!"

The conscientious Laowang spent the entire process exploring ways to do business, and rarely took the initiative to complete combat-type events. He probably had never learned how to punch.

"Yes, there is..."

He rolled up his sleeves and followed Tang Xiaobei's example in doing a horse stance.

Tang Xiaobei held his breath and concentrated, and punched straight with his right hand: "Ha!"

"ha?"

Conscience Lao Wang tried to punch in the same way, but the punch path was unclear and weak, and there was no panel to remind him of any new skills he had learned.

"It's useless. Even if Lao Wang really masters it after practicing too much, he has automatically learned and understood the skills. In my opinion, training skills now are much more useful. These skills must be learned by someone who has a teacher and a way."

Sherlock Hook interrupted the two of them, put his hands on his chin, and analyzed in detail: "From my point of view, this game emphasizes reality everywhere. We may really be able to find NPCs in the game to learn from them, and even in the future

Planning activities such as robbing the Scripture Pavilion and stealing sacred documents."

Tang Xiaobei was stunned: "What is this? A sacred document?"

The conscientious Lao Wang next to him also looked confused. Sherlock Hook sighed helplessly: "You two haven't read the latest regional first arrival PV character magazine?"

"What substance?"

Sherlock Hook curled his lips, beckoned to bring up the browsing panel, and pulled the two of them to sit down: "This is the pilot biography released this morning. Didn't you see our Emperor of Simeng and a certain subordinate last time? This

The second one was from West Asia, and my interpretation video was immediately produced.”

Tang Xiaobei punched Sherlock Hook on the shoulder: "You are so mad, you can't even get to work, right?"

Sherlock Hook sneered, ignored the topic, and clicked on pv directly.

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"Grand Duke Tilda, you are guilty."

At the beginning of the pv, a black and white marble floor was dotted with colorful stained glass reflections. A pair of bright silver metal high-heeled boots stepped on the floor, making crisp and regular footsteps.

This should be a Catholic church in a West Asian principality. The church where the Grand Duke visited must be of a certain size and level.

As a male voice spoke these words, the footsteps of someone called Grand Duke Tilda stopped.

"I'm guilty?"

The camera moved up, and the owner of the pair of wooden boots turned his slender and well-proportioned figure to look at the man who accused him.

As Grand Duke Tilda turned around, her silver hair rose up in the air in a beautiful arc like a white waterfall, and then fell down quickly and quietly.

"What sin do I have, Father Alexander?" Her voice was cold and firm.

Standing in front of her was a middle-aged man wearing a black monk's robe.

The man, Father Alexander, wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, his pale golden hair was combed back close to his scalp, a silver cross necklace hung on his chest, and his hands were wrapped in a pair of white gloves.

"The Grand Duke is a role model for the people, and the people all learn from you. Under such premise, you do not sincerely believe in God. You are guilty."

The priest shook his hands and wrists slightly, and a clear echo of metal piercing the air resounded in the empty church.

Two blunderbuss swords appeared in the priest's hands. He slowly raised his hands, and the blunderbuss swords were crossed in front of him to form a cross shape.

Grand Duke Tilda's ice sculpture-like face revealed a mocking look: "So? You want to act on behalf of your god and kill me here?"

Her tone was calm as she walked towards Father Alexander, the tapping sound of her heels echoing in the impending silence.

Grand Duke Tilda raised her arm and grasped it slowly and easily. A white-gold light lit up her arm like a vine, and then spread into a dazzling beam of light in her palm.

"Whoa!"

The air was split open, and a silver gun appeared in the hands of Grand Duke Tilda. The sharp tip of the gun was pointed at Father Alexander's throat. The golden light wrapped around the gun's body dispersed into pieces of light that fell slowly, like snow.

"Can you kill me?"

Grand Duke Tilda looked at Father Alexander with extremely cold eyes.

"Your status and your power are all given to you by His Majesty the Pope!"

Alexander was not afraid, but his words were a little fanatical.

"so what?"

Grand Duke Tilda's hand holding the gun did not change at all: "Pope, can you kill me?"

Alexander shook open the two blunderbuss swords in his hands with a "swish", and slashed towards Grand Duke Tilda up and down, shouting: "God's punishment will surely come, you can't escape!"

"clang!"

The silver gun deflected the gun sword.

"boom!"

Grand Duke Tilda raised her other hand lightly, and sent Father Alexander flying to the altar from a distance.

She turned her wrist half a circle, and the silver gun turned into golden light and disappeared out of thin air.

Tilda glanced at Alexander in the distance indifferently, turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the church door.

"You should be grateful. If it hadn't been for the next meeting with Simeng, I wouldn't have come to this crappy place this year."

As the words echoed, the screen faded to black.

Two lines of text appeared as usual.

Grand Duke of West Asia, Tilda Dark.
Chapter completed!