Chapter 111 When the player negotiates with the NPC
After finding the room the guard mentioned, the last dragonborn took out the metal plate and approached the miniature magic circle on the side of the door.
The magic value automatically decreased a little, a faint light flashed from the surface of the metal plate, and the door opened on its own.
The indoor space is about ten square meters, and the floor is paved with white perlite tiles.
An earth-colored single bed is placed in the center, with a wooden bedside table placed on one side of the bed, and a wooden single-door wardrobe placed on the wall on the other side. It seems to be a room for servants.
After briefly glancing at the furnishings in the room, the elf closed the door and habitually checked the items in the drawers of the bedside table and the wardrobe.
The bedside table was empty, and there were a few ordinary spare outfits for waiters and bartenders in the closet.
They are all gray quality and worthless.
After finally knocking on the bed board and checking whether there was a hidden compartment, the Last Dragonborn sat on the bedside, quickly slid up the panel, and clicked on items in the inventory.
As he moved, a pile of items appeared out of thin air and fell onto the bed.
Looking at the various props in front of him, the corners of the Last Dragonborn's mouth curved slightly.
[Night Dress], exquisite, charm +5
[Elf gauze long skirt], excellent quality, charm +6
"Then now, [Lurker Light Armor] and [Dark Night Pants], unequip them!"
Although it is said that, as a holographic virtual game, the system will not do the process of changing equipment for players, and they still need to wear it manually.
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five minutes later……
"You...you are..."
Looking at the last dragonborn walking out of the room, the guard's voice had a subtle tremor.
The elf in front of her has a blushing face, her long light green hair is spread freely, and she is wearing an exquisite black hollow dress, and underneath is a light green gauze dress that exudes a natural atmosphere.
A simple and exquisite necklace is dotted between the delicate white clavicle. Under a pair of pointed ears, moonlight-like gemstone earrings sway back and forth, attracting attention.
As he walked closer, a vague and elegant fragrance hit his face. Through the slit in the helmet, the guard couldn't help but instinctively sniffed twice, and then he was shocked by his actions.
The strange dress of the elf in front of him actually gave him a strange feeling...
This outfit on him...seems...to have a strange sense of beauty...every move he makes looks damn charming.
She looks...much better than her previous attire in black.
The elf didn't say anything, but gave him what he thought was the most friendly smile.
"..."
Feelings of intimacy and self-loathing rose up in his heart at the same time. The guard in heavy knight armor suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a serious mistake just now!
- He shouldn't have allowed this damn elf to change his clothes!
But it was too late at this moment. Under the strange and trembling gaze of the guard, the last dragonborn Shi Shiran entered the room.
The space inside the door is very vast, and the painted dome looks more than ten meters high.
A large pearlwood writing desk is placed in the center of the room, with a floating armchair behind it. Two rows of gorgeous bookshelves guard both sides of the room, filled with precious books.
In the corner on the left side of the study, there is an independent small spiral staircase, which is covered with a gold embroidered carpet.
Through this staircase, the owner of the room can reach here conveniently and discreetly.
At this time, a pale aristocratic boy with short light blond hair was sitting on a suspended chair, facing the main door of the room, and was reading a dark green classic attentively.
Wearing a pure white dress like the silver moon, a mercury-like monocle covered his left eye. A short cloak with a black background and gold edges was draped over his shoulders. The pure black texture was as soft and deep as the night.
The mysterious castle coat of arms shines brightly on one side of the cloak, and a faint stream of magic flashes from time to time on the surface, adding a mysterious and noble temperament to the young man.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Anvis closed the "Old Secret Book" in his hand, turned the floating chair to the front, and looked at the elf who had just entered the door.
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"You came?"
Looking at his elf followers with unique paintings, Anvis' eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
I was originally going to say a few words of encouragement according to the routine, but now I was choked back by this shocking scene.
After a moment of silence, Anvis raised his left hand wearing a white glove, placed it on his right forearm, and pressed down the right hand he had raised instinctively to prevent him from accidentally harming the eye-catching thing in front of him.
As a former player, Avis can understand the purpose of the Last Dragonborn's outfit.
After all, once upon a time, he actually harmed NPCs like this...
It was a wandering alien businessman in the wild. Among his products at that time was a flawless and huge rough storm crystal stone that he obtained from unknown sources.
This high-energy magic crystal will only form in extreme thunderstorm environments, and will naturally attract lightning strikes after forming. It is the core material of high-quality evocation staffs and is very rare.
Anvis was happy to see that he was hunting, and he quickly stepped forward to make a purchase, but found with some embarrassment that the funds he currently carried were not enough.
Unwilling to give up, he tried to negotiate with the merchant, but the merchant refused to let go no matter what he said.
In a rage, considering that there was no one around him, Anvis immediately ran to the nearby woods and changed his clothes.
When he ran back to negotiate the price of goods with the NPC merchant, the merchant's expression and eyes became very strange and difficult to describe.
Now that I think about it, my current expression should be similar.
Finally, the businessman agreed to lower the price for him.
Anvis left happily at that time, not caring about the strange reaction of the NPC.
Now, after becoming a real 'NPC', he suddenly understood the feelings behind the complex expression of the 'NPC businessman'.
'He is still useful...cannot be wasted...it is still useful...cannot be wasted...'
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and end the memory.
Anvis slowed down for a moment, opened his blue eyes again, and at the same time raised his right hand, and tapped the last dragonborn in front of him with his index finger.
A slender black evening gown materialized out of thin air, covering the elf's charming blind suit.
The white wavy scarf embedded with oval lapis lazuli blocked the elf's collar, covering the elf's exposed collarbone and necklace.
At the same time, the cold magic effect swept across, instantly eliminating the elf's slight drunken buff.
An invisible thin force field covers the air around the elves, preventing the last dragonborn from using any charming perfume.
Anvis expresses gratitude for the smell of perfume originating from male creatures