This time, it was Scarlet's turn to remain silent.
…
Just like what she had said before, 1000 game points was already a very generous offer. The remaining half of the sword was useless to her anyway. If she really could not get the other half back, she would have no problem selling her part of the sword.
In fact, if it weren't for the approaching proxy war, she might have accepted the offer.
But now … Scarlet was a little unwilling to give up.
Zhang Heng had made it clear that he didn't want to trade because he lacked sword-type items, and he didn't seem to be worried about game points.
Scarlet hesitated for a full half a minute before she finally typed out a reply.
[I'll think about it.]
[Okay.]
Zhang Heng replied politely, not rushing her.
Scarlet couldn't help but ask again.
[Where did you learn your swordsmanship? Who is your master?]
But this time, Zhang Heng didn't speak again. Zhang Heng's attitude made it clear that he didn't intend to answer her question. Scarlet also realized that she had crossed the line.
Then she saw a prompt in the upper right corner of the screen. Saturn 5 had exited the chat room.
The first contact between the two ended in such a way.
Scarlet closed the Surface on her knees and breathed a sigh of relief. This guy with the ID Saturn 5 was obviously not the same as a lunatic like Mr. Coffee. He was rational and easy to communicate with. On the other hand, once he set his mind on something, it would be difficult to change his mind.
And he didn't seem to be short of game points.
On the other hand, Scarlet had used up almost all of her assets to scrape together 1,000 game points. She had no choice but to use a Mission Failure Exemption Card, and just in case, she had to save another 800 game points to purchase a new Mission Failure Exemption Card.
Of course, if possible, she wouldn't mind using some other means to take back the upper half of the Mikazuki Munechika. After all, Zhang Heng was the one who snatched this thing from her. She didn't feel any psychological burden, but she had to admit that she didn't have any advantage over Zhang Heng. Although she didn't like Mr. Coffee, she had to admit that the latter was as powerful as a human-shaped nuclear-powered armor.
Until now, Scarlet didn't know how Mr. Coffee lost, but one thing was for sure: Zhang Heng was indeed terrifyingly strong. If she wanted to get the Mikazuki Munechika back, she would have to rely on a trade.
While Scarlet continued to weigh the chips in her hand, Zhang Heng was in the lecture hall, attending an elective course on Western culture and history.
This semester, Zhang Heng was no longer as casual as before. In addition to things that interested him, he also consciously chose courses that would help him play the game. In order to free up some of his time, he also chose courses like Elementary French, which would give others a headache but would not require much time for him.
That was why he had earned a lot of credits this semester. However, he was not as busy as last semester, not to mention that he had an extra 24 hours a day.
Other than that, as usual, he brought the pen he got at the end of the seventh round to the bartender lady for identification. However, the results were somewhat unexpected.
This was the first time that the identification of a game point failed. Afterward, the bartender lady refunded him the four-point processing fee, and for the first time ever, she even provided him with a free suggestion.
"This kind of situation is rare, but it's not like it hasn't happened before. After all, at the auction, even the system panel was fooled. So, in theory, no matter what happens, I won't be surprised. You can tell me how you obtained this pen. Maybe I can help you find out the reason."
Zhang Heng remembered the meaningful words that Conan Doyle said to him before they parted. So far, Zhang Heng was sure that the old man in the Tang suit, suspected to be Kronos, approached him for an ulterior motive. His game qualifications and game points were all provided by the other party, so Zhang Heng wasn't sure what role the bartender lady played in this.
So after hesitating for a while, he finally chose to hide his encounter with Conan Doyle in the quest and took back the pen. However, Zhang Heng consulted the bartender about the proxy war.
"Proxy war? Oh, you mean the proxy war? The organizing committee is about to send out the notice, "the bartender lady said." So it's okay to tell you first. Anyway, many people should know about it by now. After playing so many rounds of the game, I think you should know what the purpose of the game is. Now, most of the agents have been confirmed, and only a few have yet to place their bets. However, the final list of agents will be released in another month. By then, the game will enter the next stage. "
"The next stage?"
"Yes, the qualifiers are coming to an end. The main course will be served to the dining table, and the game will become more and more exciting. It seems that you have already obtained the ticket to the next round, so I wish you a good result in advance."
"What about the other ordinary players?" Zhang Heng frowned. "What will happen to them after the proxy war starts?"
"They can freely choose their faction, join the corresponding agent, and become an apostle. War is never a one-man affair. Of course, if you are really strong enough to kill everyone, I can only take the lead in applauding you," the bartender lady said.
Zhang Heng did not know if it was an illusion, but when he talked about this matter, he seemed to see a flash of fanaticism and excitement in the bartender lady's eyes.
The latter then added, "You should wait for the organizing committee's notice for the specific details. I have to continue working. Last month, I couldn't help but chop off my hand. I have to pay it back this month."
…
That was all the information Zhang Heng had now. To be cautious, he sent a WeChat message to Fan Meinan. Usually, Fan Meinan would reply to his messages within seconds, making people wonder if she had nothing to do all day long. All she did was browse Weibo with her phone. However, this time, she waited for a long time before replying with two words.
[Busy.]
After that, there was no more movement. Anyway, there was still about a month before the so-called proxy war. Zhang Heng was not too anxious. It seemed that Fan Meinan had something important to do. However, when he thought about the person behind her, he did not know who was going to be in trouble again.
It just so happened that Zhang Heng had something to deal with. He had not been on the player forum for about a week, and when he logged in again, he saw a piece of explosive news.
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