"Don't be fooled by him. I'm really a novice. Brother Huifeng. You introduced my wife to Fuyun..., Los..."
The communicator and offline functions were disabled the moment he set foot on the island, and the pretty boy could only yell these things to prove his identity.
"You should have heard that the helmets in the Forgotten Realm can extract players' memories. If this is considered evidence, I can't finish talking about it for several days." Seeing that the will of the three of them was about to waver again, Sherlock hurriedly said
He gave his own basis for judgment: "Do you remember the state obtained after drinking the girl's potion? I guess this is the basis for the system to distinguish the true from the false."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately checked the BUFFs on their teammates. Everyone else was the same as before, except that the BUFF on the little boy's body that originally increased strength was changed to increase agility.
"How is it possible? It's obviously Sherlock who got the power. How could it be me and you? By the way, I know, you are all fake. Go ahead, why am I so unlucky that I fell into a wolf pit?"
Even at this time, the pretty boys are still continuing to act. I have to say that the professional ethics of these monsters is commendable.
Now that it was confirmed, Sherlock didn't waste any more time. He slashed the opponent's neck with his sword twice and eliminated the monster.
As for the real pretty boy, it’s unknown what his current situation is. Anyway, the team information shows that he is still online, so he shouldn’t be dead.
After the traitor was eliminated, the atmosphere in the team finally returned to normal. Ross immediately became unruly, "Do you think his mind will be deceived by those monsters?"
Everyone looked at each other and laughed in the end. Don't tell me, it's really possible.
After waiting for a while, they still didn't see the pretty boy coming out of the thick fog, so they gave up and continued waiting, leaving a mark and continuing to move forward.
After walking through a small forest without incident, an endless garden appeared in front of everyone.
At the gate of the garden, an old griffon was lying on a boulder and snoring.
He seemed to hear the footsteps of someone approaching. His body trembled and his eyes opened a crack with difficulty.
"I haven't seen any adventurers coming for more than a hundred years." The griffon said in its old voice: "My name is Koyech, and I welcome you."
"Hello, dear elder, we are adventurers who follow the guidance of destiny. I don't know what is special about the garden behind you." It was Sherlock who came to talk, expressing respect and also showing his own.
position.
"Destiny is determined throughout life, and destiny is determined by the moment. Since Taiji's death, there has been no talk of destiny. How could something that didn't exist in the first place lead you here?" Koyech almost narrowed his eyes to a slit.
His eyes looked straight over, as if he wanted to see right through you.
This griffon is obviously the same as the previous girl. It is an NPC that exists to guide the player. Based on previous experience, the other party should decide whether to give hints based on whether they are satisfied with the player's answer.
Last time, Sherlock got through by playing rogue, but he couldn't continue this problem this time, so he could only rack his brains to think about it.
"Fate is innate, and luck changes over time and space..." He thought for a long time before he could say these two sentences.
The key is that it is always very difficult for a pragmatist like him who has been working hard all his life to explain fatalism, because it completely goes against his three views.
Moreover, it seems that this question is not suitable to be answered with fatalism. On the contrary, it is much easier to explain it with its opposite theory, voluntarism.
Sherlock immediately changed the topic and said firmly: "The combination of fate and luck is nothing more than the process of a specific object transforming in time and space. The goddess of fate can change everything in the process at will, but the only thing that cannot be changed is
The will of this object, and this will is the controller and guide of destiny."
The theory of will has a more popular and easy-to-understand explanation, that is, the theory that man is determined to conquer nature, which has always been the driving force that inspired him to move forward.
"I want to get the treasure of Pirate King Rogge, so I am here. This is my destiny."
"This explanation is somewhat interesting." Ke Yeqi finally opened his eyes completely, looked at the druid in front of him and said, "It is exactly the same as what that boy Rogge said back then."
"Have you met Roger?"
As soon as Sherlock said the words, he knew that his question was a bit silly. Rogge had hidden his treasure on this island, how could he not see this griffon, so he immediately asked again: "What did he say back then?
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"Speaking of Rogge, I still remember the heroic words that the red-haired boy said to me under the sunset..." Ke Yeqi said and fell into memories.
From the memories of this griffon, everyone also learned about a side of Rogge that no one knew about.
This happened a hundred years ago, and the truth has long been deviated from the truth through constant exaggeration and rumors.
It's true that Rogge is a pirate, but his goal has never been wealth or power, but freedom, complete freedom.
He risked his life to rob Sambia's treasure ship in order to get a treasure in it that would free him from being bound by fate.
"Does this treasure still exist?"
"Of course it is, and it's in the labyrinth behind me. As long as you can find it, it belongs to you." After speaking, Koyech stepped away, revealing a deep passage.
It seemed that he had passed the test. Sherlock bowed to express his gratitude and led the people into this so-called maze.
Walking along this passage to the end, when you look back, you can no longer see the entrance, and all you can see is green.
At the end of the passage, two forked roads suddenly branched out. After randomly choosing the path on the left, not long after walking, a three-way intersection appeared in front of everyone.
"We've been walking for so long and haven't seen a single monster. How about we split up." Lose suddenly suggested.
Sherlock felt a little nervous when he thought about the amount of work required to explore the entire maze. It would indeed be the best choice for the four of them to separate.
"Yes, yes..." Hui Feng agreed, and then expressed his concerns: "But what if those monsters that can turn into us appear again? We cannot rule out the possibility that they appear in the same state as us.
sex."
"The appearance and even the memory of these monsters can be copied, but some random things seem to be impossible to completely control. I have something here that should be able to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy." Sherlock said and took out 30 bottles of potions.
