"Here." Scott strode forward. He was a young man with red hair, about twenty-four or five years old. He had a confident expression on his face and a very high-end and awesome smile at the corner of his mouth. He said
: "You press this, right?"
"Not bad, you seem to be very confident." The clerk smiled and said, "You must have good grades?"
"Of course!" Scott put his hand on the test stone, and then slowly closed his eyes...
Suddenly, everyone in the audience breathed rapidly!
What level can this confident young man reach with his strength? Nineteenth level? Twentieth level? Or even higher?!
Soon, Scott’s level breakthrough index appeared on the test stone tablet in the trial tower.
"This..." The clerk's eyes widened suddenly, and then he yelled excitedly: "Scott, Fighting Falcon, twenty-four years old, trial tower level, twenty-second level, thirty-fourth time
Pass the level and be directly promoted to the orange-level peripheral nobles! Directly promoted!"
"Hahahaha!" Scott raised his head and laughed: "I just said that I am very awesome, hahaha!"
It's no wonder that he was so proud. Being able to achieve such a result is indeed very rare among his peers. Even the people watching in the stands stood up and paid tribute, and the audience gave him extremely warm applause.
"Tsk, tsk, he passed the 22nd floor trial tower in 34 attempts. It's really amazing. With this talent, I'm afraid he won't be able to go directly to the yellow-level peripheral nobles on the day of the promotion assessment on December 1st?"
"No wonder you are so confident. Such people do have the capital to be confident!"
"No, let me tell you, this time he must be considered one of several super geniuses, right?"
"That's necessary. Except for the monster who broke through thirty floors in a row, he probably ranks among the others!"
Listening to the bursts of applause and envy coming from around him, the smile on Scott's face became a little more vanity. This is a temptation that many people can't resist. Otherwise, why do you think he practices so hard?
"Congratulations, Mr. Scott." The clerk quickly bowed and said, "You will be my superior from now on."
"Hahaha, easy to talk to," Scott said proudly, "I will take more care of you if I have the opportunity in the future."
As he said this, he turned around and looked at the people behind him who came for the test: "Sigh. There is no beautiful woman here asking me to hook up. What a pity." But soon he became happy again: "But wait until I get approved.
The trench coat of an orange-level peripheral aristocrat. Haha, it feels so good just to think about it!"
Once he becomes a peripheral noble, it means supreme power, money and status. It is no exaggeration to say that from this moment on, the entire main city of Shinra needs only a few hundred people to sell face.
Just people.
"Sir, please come over here quickly!" Now that the superior has appeared, why don't you hurry up and get close to the clerk? He nodded and bowed: "Someone will take you over here to go through the relevant procedures, and then it will depend on your results. If
If you can pass the 24th floor, you can directly advance to the yellow-level peripheral nobles!"
"Haha, easy to say, easy to say," Scott patted the clerk on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Well done, hahahaha!"
Then he walked away.
After Scott left, the clerk curled his lips disdainfully: "What are you dragging? Is the mysterious man, the number one genius in our galaxy, strong? He even broke through to the 30th floor, and he didn't even say that he dragged you to such a low level.
Wan, cut..."
…
Outer Nobility Finalist Office.
When Scott entered the office door, a clerk had already come forward to hand out all related materials belonging to the orange-level peripheral nobles. These included exclusive cloaks for peripheral nobles, 10 million Galaxy Coin start-up funds, and various armor gem cores.
Several.
"Mr. Scott," the clerk said respectfully: "You are now a distinguished orange-level peripheral noble. Please name the name on this cloak yourself."
"Oh? I named it myself?" Scott touched his chin: "It deserves a louder name."
Naming is a big deal, and this name will follow him for a lifetime. He thought about it for a long time, and finally signed the name very solemnly.
"!"
"Hahaha, this is a good name!" Scott was very satisfied with the name he chose: "The fact that I can become an orange-level peripheral noble is in compliance with God's will, hahahahaha!"
"Okay, dear orange-level peripheral nobleman Tianyi, your relevant procedures will be completed later." The clerk saluted respectfully, and at the same time thought to himself: "This bastard is really crazy, God, his grandma, can you
To become a peripheral noble is to comply with God's will? Do you represent God?"
Of course, I think so, but I don't dare to say it, after all, people are not one or two levels higher than him.
"Yeah, not bad, hahaha!" Scott swaggered out of the office door: "I'm going shopping, haha!"
…
Interstellar Harbor, Level 11.
In front of the store where Hong Dali bought it, there were already three or five pedestrians standing at the door of the store, looking at the armor inlaid with gems displayed inside, and talking about it.
One person asked: "Hey, man, what's going on in this store? Why is there a piece of armor in it? It seems to be inlaid with gems, and it only costs one thousand yuan? Is it real or fake?"
Another person said: "How do I know? You see that the door of this store is locked, and you don't know what is going on. But if you can buy this armor, it is a very good deal. Not to mention the value of the armor itself, just the value of it.
Those three gems must be worth a lot of money!"
The third person said: "Yes, the attribute gems on this armor, even if the lowest attribute is plus one, if you add up the three pieces plus the armor itself, you will definitely be able to earn more than a thousand yuan."
The first two people nodded sharply: "Yes, yes, let's wait and see. I don't know when this store will open, but for more than a thousand yuan, it's a good deal to wait!"
So, with this in mind, everyone began to guard outside the store. Some of them had a bright idea and asked the store owner next to them: "Hey, boss, can this store be opened? Whose store is it? Why?
Selling a piece of armor? Or one with gems inlaid, are you planning to lose money and make a profit?" The shop owner said: "It is an industry opened by a peripheral nobleman. God knows what he thinks. We don't understand the wisdom of gods.
"
Just like that, an endless queue started outside the store.
At first, there were three or five people waiting outside the door, and then slowly, there were more than a dozen people, all of whom stretched their necks to look inside the store.
Just like that, there were more and more people, and in just over an hour, there were twenty or thirty people waiting outside the door.
At this time, some people were a little impatient. After all, they had been waiting for so long, which meant they were waiting for a piece of armor that was worth more than a thousand yuan. Many people were hesitant to continue waiting.
As a result, at this moment, the awesome Mr. Gate walked over from the store!
"There are actually so many people?" The awesome Mr. Gate looked at the crowd outside, opened the store door completely indifferently, and said: "Are you all planning to buy that armor?"
"Yes, yes, I sincerely buy it!" "It has to be, otherwise why are we waiting here for so long?" "Sir, how are you going to sell this armor? Is it really only for one thousand?"
Uncle Gate looked at the crowd, then at the armor, and nodded: "Just sell it for one thousand."
It really only costs a thousand! The crowd immediately became excited. The twenty or thirty people waiting here looked at each other and started to rush in. There was a person with good legs and feet who rushed to the counter first and went to the counter.
He slapped a thousand Galaxy coins on the counter and said loudly: "I'm the fastest! This armor is mine! It's mine, hahaha!"
He was the first to rush to the place, while many people on the other side rushed to the armor. After all, the value of the armor is all on those three gems. So the level of these gems is very important.
Already.
As for the armor, Hong Dali just hung it up on an armor stand without any protective measures, so what everyone really wanted to see could still be touched.
So soon, everyone was shocked...
"This... this is..." After touching it, one person rushed to the counter without saying a word, and smashed a thousand Galaxy coins on the counter: "Boss, I want this armor, sell it to me, sell it to me!"
At this moment, the man in front stopped: "I came here first, and I gave you the money first, why should I sell you?"
"Why? I just want to buy it and you ask me why?" The second person was not to be outdone: "Why don't you go out and practice?!"
Those are three inlaid gems with an eight-point strength attribute! To Hong Dali, this is completely rubbish, and it still takes up too much space in the space watch. But to these people, it is the real best.
Especially since this thing only costs a thousand yuan...
Those who are anxious to throw money around: "I want it! I want it! Sell me, sell me!"
Of course, there are those who are good at flattering: "Master, I see that your heaven is full of squares. I can tell at a glance that you are not an ordinary person. You are so powerful. Do you think you can sell this armor to me?"
There are also bright-minded people: "I'll pay you five thousand, five thousand galaxy coins! I'm the highest bidder, sell it to me!"
There are also threats of force: "Get the hell out of my way, otherwise my fists will not be sharp!"
The entire store instantly became a mess.
To say that Hong Dali hired the awesome Mr. Gate to look after the store for 120,000 Galaxy coins a month, plus the relationship between the two, is definitely not a joke!
"Don't your fists have eyes?" Uncle Gate chuckled ferociously. He was already extremely tall, but when he put his big head close to him, it looked like a big bucket. It was so terrifying that the man whose fists didn't have eyes made him retreat in fear.
Three steps!
"I know my fists don't have eyes." Uncle Gate picked up the man's clothes and threw them out the door like a chicken. Everyone was quiet at this moment. (To be continued...)
