Chapter 93

Niu Qi Chong Tian was startled, thinking, "These two are a bit too sensitive. It's just a few words, is it really that serious?" While he was stunned, Heishan Xiaoyao and Caisangren had already walked to the other side of the street and disappeared into the crowd.

"Did you see his reaction just now?" Heishan Xiaoyao couldn't hold back his laughter after a while, "He was so scared, was it really that bad~"

Caisangren's mood also improved. He straightened the armband on his left arm and said with a smile, "Stop laughing, keep an eye on the entrance, that guy should be coming out soon."

The two of them wandered around the street for a while, each buying four or five small white board accessories and two sets of decorative long dresses, and finally saw the person they were waiting for. The back door of the Viscount's residence opened a small crack, and a figure in a full cloak darted out, quickly running into a small alley by the roadside. Heishan Xiaoyao and Caisangren immediately followed, one in front and one behind, quickly catching up.

The figure in the cloak didn't run far, but came to a small tavern not far from the Viscount's residence. To avoid drawing attention, Heishan Xiaoyao, who looked more common, followed alone into the tavern, while Caisangren waited nearby at the entrance.

Not long after, a robust young man with a terrifying scar on his left cheek came out of the tavern, looking extremely fierce. The scar-faced man cautiously looked around and then turned left. A few seconds later, Heishan Xiaoyao also followed out.

"That cloak guy was meeting him," Heishan Xiaoyao pointed to the back of the scar-faced man who had just walked out, excitedly saying, "Even though they pretended not to know each other, I saw that guy give him a note!"

Caisangren looked back at the scar-faced man's back, which was about to turn the corner. To avoid arousing suspicion, he quickly instructed Heishan Xiaoyao, "You go and follow the cloak guy, I'll follow him!" He then hurried a few steps and followed the scar-faced man who had turned into the alley.

The scar-faced man was extremely cautious, turning left and right on the street. If it weren't for the dense crowd, Caisangren would have almost been discovered several times. Fortunately, there was no danger. After walking onto a bustling street, Caisangren frowned, realizing this was the main street in front of the Viscount's residence.

Just as he was wondering what the other person was up to, Caisangren turned the corner and saw something even stranger: the scar-faced man confidently walked up to the main gate of the Viscount's residence, knocked, and then walked in.

After sending a message to Heishan Xiaoyao, Caisangren stayed in place, keeping an eye on the Viscount's residence, patiently waiting by the roadside. After about twenty minutes, Heishan Xiaoyao finally ran over from a distance.

"That guy is from the Night Mask!" Heishan Xiaoyao panted, but couldn't hide his excitement.

"Don't rush," Caisangren was also excited to hear the name of the Night Mask, "Where did that person go?"

Heishan Xiaoyao caught his breath after a few deep breaths. He had sprinted all the way back, which had quickly drained his energy. "It's the abandoned warehouse on the west side of the port," Heishan Xiaoyao straightened up and combed his messy hair, "The cloak guy went straight in there, and I saw the guards at the entrance knew him."

The Night Mask was a large and well-organized organization, and even Turner couldn't figure out where the headquarters of the assassin guild that controlled the underground world of the West Gate was. However, Turner had provided the two with several possible locations where the Night Mask might appear, and the abandoned warehouse Heishan Xiaoyao mentioned was one of them.

"Why did that person go back to the Viscount's residence?" The main gate of the Viscount's residence remained quiet, and Caisangren frowned, sensing something fishy.

In Turner's small杂货店.

"Does he have a scar on his face?" Turner still had his wooden pipe, which was polished to a shine, and the white smoke filled the room, making Caisangren and Heishan Xiaoyao cry. They opened all the windows in the room. Fortunately, the three of them were now on the second floor, so they didn't have to worry about the Night Mask thieves discovering them.

"That's probably Bill from the Viscount's residence. He's a bit of a troublemaker, but because his mother is a servant at the Viscount's residence, Bill also got a job under the Viscount," Turner frowned, as if he was thinking of something, "Come to think of it, something seems to have happened at the Viscount's residence recently. I'll go and find out tonight."

"As for you two, don't act rashly. The Night Mask's strength in the West Gate is far beyond your imagination," Turner warned them seriously, "Wait until I gather more information."

After leaving Turner's shoe nail store, Heishan Xiaoyao stretched and said to Caisangren, "We've been tailing him for so long, I'm exhausted~ I heard there's a 'God of War' memorial competition this afternoon, and many skilled players are coming. Do you want to go and watch?"

"Sure~" Caisangren looked at the time and, while walking with Heishan Xiaoyao to the nearest inn, replied, "There's not much to do in the game at night, so it would be good to learn from the experts."

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Due to reaching the maximum online time, Fang Yi was kicked offline after getting on the carriage, but he had already come to terms with it—being attacked by bandits twice in a row, he couldn't really complain.

Lying in bed for a long time, he felt weak and tired. Although he knew that reducing his online time could alleviate this, Fang Yi knew it was only a thought. Time was precious, and he couldn't afford to waste it. He could only do more exercise during his rest time to relieve the fatigue.

Opening the refrigerator with an empty stomach, Fang Yi awkwardly found that the refrigerator was even cleaner than his stomach. He decided to indulge himself this time.

He ordered a plate of fish-flavored pork, a bowl of rice, and a bottle of beer at a small restaurant downstairs. Fang Yi started eating hurriedly, thinking about the game while eating: as high-level equipment gradually increased, the adventure elements would certainly become richer, and the advantages of magic classes would gradually become apparent.

For example, the knowledge skill would be essential in both dungeons and outdoor ruins, and it would be necessary to use the knowledge skill in the game. A sufficiently high skill level could sometimes make the player's adventure more efficient.

Fang Yi, holding chopsticks in his right hand, began to calculate with his left hand: magic knowledge, he only used scrolls, so it wasn't necessary; physical knowledge was for building fortresses and warships, which he didn't need for a guild; geography and natural knowledge were unclear in their content, but from the names, they seemed to have a narrow application, and as a thief, he didn't need to learn them; as for religion, history, and mystical knowledge...

How to choose? Each had its own use, but learning all three would be 55 times 3, which equals... how much? Oh my, where to get so many skill points? His main skills were almost complete, and if he added more miscellaneous knowledge...

This was the sorrow of not having a team, having to consider every aspect. Fang Yi stuffed a mouthful of rice, thinking that after changing his class, he needed to plan a fixed team. He started counting on his fingers: himself, a few old acquaintances, Caisangren, Heishan Xiaoyao...

Fang Yi was struggling with his math teacher when his phone rang.

"Brother Fang," Xiao Lei's sweet voice came from the other end of the phone, "What are you doing?"

"..." Fang Yi's mouth was full of fish-flavored pork and rice. In a hurry, he only swallowed, choking himself, and quickly drank a mouthful of beer to clear his throat.

"Brother Fang, are you eating?" Xiao Lei looked at the clock on the wall, 3:35 PM, which was indeed Fang Yi's mealtime—except for the regular times, all other times were Fang Yi's eating times.

"Uh, yeah, the fridge was empty, so I came out to eat," Fang Yi leaned back in his chair and chuckled, "Why did you call?"

"Like this, I heard that there's a 'God of War' memorial competition in the city, with many skilled players. Do you want to come and watch?" Xiao Lei knew that Fang Yi usually had a regular schedule, but since 'Miracle' had only been running for a short time, professional players were trying to catch up and not fall behind.

"Is there a prize?" Fang Yi's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked.

'God of War' had declined since 'Miracle' was released, but people are nostalgic. The old players of 'God of War' and even the official often organized competitive matches, mostly for nostalgia. However, Fang Yi had been preparing for 'Miracle' for the past few months and hadn't been to such events for a long time.

"Hehe, of course, I only told you because there's a prize~" Xiao Lei laughed, "It starts at 5 PM. I'll sign you up first. Come over after you finish eating. The address is..."

"Follow the usual rules, sign up with your name." After instructing Xiao Lei, Fang Yi quickly finished his meal and headed out, getting on a bus to the destination.

Fang Yi had never liked living in the city center, not when he had money, and now that he didn't, the suburban house prices suited him well. This was also a common issue among professional players, who preferred quiet places.

The place Xiao Lei mentioned was also in the suburbs. After more than forty minutes, Fang Yi arrived at the destination. The banner outside the hall surprised him: 'God of War' Official Annual Competitive Tournament.

Is this a final farewell? Fang Yi looked up at the giant banner hanging on the glass curtain wall, feeling quite emotional. 'God of War' had been running for three years, carrying the youth of many people. Fang Yi had truly become a top professional player and earned his first significant income in this game.

"Brother Fang," a clear voice interrupted Fang Yi's thoughts. Xiao Lei, holding her phone, ran out of the hall, "Here, here~"

"You seem to have lost weight~" Xiao Lei looked at Fang Yi, who was smiling, and frowned.

Seeing Xiao Lei pouting, Fang Yi's mind flashed back to the image of Xiao Lei when she was a child. "Can't help it, every time a new game starts, you have to work hard for a while," Fang Yi scratched his nose and grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, "Alright, let's go in. My prize, if I win, I'll buy a microwave to use. I waste a lot of food that I can't finish..."

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