Sheyan gracefully smiled as he listened to his introduction of the shop, but it went in one ear and out the other, treating the old slut's words as a fart. He suddenly shouted towards the street.
"David! Come over, lend me 2 pounds sterling! " “
"Wait!" Mole Waller suddenly shouted out, his gloomy face unhappily saying. "Fine, I want to buy your gold coins, name a price." “
Sheyan very decisively replied.
"12 pounds sterling, because I want to buy your holy tree branch, 10 pounds sterling is enough." “
Sheyan now knew that he had been tricked by Chris. This guy only told him the mission process, but neglected the fact that he still had to purchase Mauwo 'er's items, and raise his goodwill level. Of course, this didn't exclude the possibility of people with high charm directly completing the mission. Chris's motive for doing this was very simple, of course it was to let Sheyan meet a wall in the middle of the mission process, and at the same time to reap some benefits. In this nightmare realm, benefits were naturally paramount. Most of the time, everyone was motivated by their own interests.
The reason why Sheyan wanted to bargain with Mole Waller and not directly gift him the gold coins, was because he knew his own charm wasn't high, directly gifting him a gift would result in twice the effort for half the results. Furthermore, this old man was obviously an insatiably greedy profiteer. A profiteer's nature was to not engage in business that suffered a loss. Once he gifted the gold coins and still failed to fulfill the mission requirement, then wouldn't he be completely stuck here? Finally, he would have to endure Chris's exploitation.
Hearing the words "10 pounds sterling", the old man was like a mad dog jumping up, his spittle flying as he shouted. "No! At most 6 pounds sterling! "
Probably because he realised his previous act had no effect, Mole Waller decided to launch a shameless attack, grabbing onto the gold coins and not letting go. Sheyan used both soft and hard methods but still had no way to deal with him. Because that continuous mission still had to fall on this slut's head, he could only reluctantly accept the deal. At this moment, when he mentioned that Miss Tatasha, the old man finally opened his mouth.
"Tatasha ….. this woman actually still remembers me."
Sheyan's ears were almost perked up, but ….. but there was nothing else! The old b * tch began to mutter to herself.
"Sigh, it's been a long time since I talked so much with someone. I'm so thirsty. I wonder if the Golden Rum from the Iron Hoop Bar next door has arrived."
Sheyan held back his anger and went to the bar next door to inquire. He was told that there was, but it was a pound for a small bucket (roughly the weight of a bottle of beer). Helpless, he could only spend money to pay his respects to the old man. After tasting the fine wine, Mole Waller was satisfied and finally told the whole story in full detail.
It turned out that this old man was a fallen aristocrat in India. When he was young, he provoked someone he shouldn't have, so he came out to be a sailor and followed the ship of the East India Company to Europe. When he was in dire straits, he met a group of gypsies. Due to his poverty, Mole Waller went to steal and was discovered by another gypsy. In the end, he accidentally killed him.
The gypsies were a nomadic race, like the nomads of the grasslands, they did not have a fixed residence. Nomads chased after water and grasslands, they sat in caravans and constantly migrated from one town to another. Hence, their status was very low, and the law had very little protection for them. Under such circumstances, the murderer Mole Waller escaped. But from then on, he would have nightmares every day, and the content of the nightmares was the process of him killing someone.
After a month of this, Mole Waller who was on the verge of a mental breakdown took the initiative to return to the gypsy tribe. Only then did he know that the person who cursed him was the fiancee of the person he killed – Tatasha. Because Tatasha's marriage wasn't her own choice, her hatred towards Mole Waller wasn't deep. She only wanted Mole Waller to be her servant for 3 years, and then set him free.
After drinking a mouthful of Golden Rum, Mole Waller sighed and said.
"Speak, what is her message?"
Sheyan stared into Mole Waller's eyes, and said the most crucial phrase of this hidden mission.
"The living nurtures the dead, solitude kills passionately, 9 wild ducks fly over a ferocious tiger."
After Mole Waller heard this completely bizarre phrase, the wrinkles on his face deepened. After a long while he shook his head, returning to his room and retrieving a sparkling and translucent shard, he passed it to Sheyan. Sheyan immediately received a notification.
"You received a mission item: Gypsy prophecy crystal shard." Use: It will illuminate the path of your life, allowing you to step into the right fork in life. "
Now that the mission had progressed to this stage, it no longer had anything to do with that old man Mole Waller. Sheyan heaved a sigh of relief as he walked to the seaside. Using his hand to hold onto the crystal shard, he placed it into the sea. The crystal shard instantly emitted a faint glow, and then melted away. Following that, the glow slowly condensed, forming a line of words on the sea surface. After a long while, it disappeared.
"When the clock strikes midnight, the whimpers of the undead will be restored to reality. The dust of history will be erased, and the truth will be revealed." “
Sheyan stood up and sighed with satisfaction. Now that the mission had reached this point, there was only one last step left. He just had to be here at midnight. Although Chris was treacherous, he was only playing a little trick because he knew that if he went too far, the two of them would have a falling out and he would be at a disadvantage.
At this moment, Sheyan stood up, preparing to head to the port to scout for information. Since he still had some money on him, he wanted to drink a few cups of rum to raise his' drunkard 'milestone. But to his surprise, his' drunkard 'milestone had risen to 72100! His milestone had mysteriously risen by 50 points! He thought carefully, and immediately recalled that he had accompanied Mole Waller to drink a few mouthfuls of the golden rum. Could it be that a mouthful of this golden rum was equivalent to 10 cups of ordinary rum?
Thinking of this, Sheyan immediately headed to the Iron Hoop bar, requesting to purchase 2 more barrels of golden rum! But he was mercilessly informed that it was sold out, no amount of money was of any use. Helplessly, he could only return to look for Mole Waller. Who knew that from afar, he could see that old man was obviously drunk, sleeping soundly on the counter. Beside him were 2 small wooden barrels scattered by the side, obviously the amount of golden rum left behind could only be described as' drip 'units. Helplessly, he could only come in high spirits, but return in disappointment.
Looking at the remaining 28 cups, Sheyan calculated that there were roughly 6 or 7 bottles of beer left. To him, this wasn't a difficult task to accept, he simply sat down and started drinking. Instead, the surrounding people in the bar were all dumbstruck. Most of the people who came to the bar were here to pass the time, even those with good alcohol tolerance would drink in a leisurely manner. Not like Sheyan who was pouring cup after cup of rum into his mouth, drinking the rum as though it was water!
Sheyan acted as though there was no one around, finishing the remaining 28 cups in one breath. His eyes flashed, receiving a series of notifications from his nightmare imprint.
"You have completed your first milestone as a contestant."
"Your achievement points + 1." "(The next achievement point will be accumulated by completing 10 milestones)"
"You have received a title: Drunkard."
"Drunkard: After drinking alcoholic beverages, your accuracy will decrease by 3%, explosive strike rate will increase by 4%, duration of 60 minutes."
"Only one title can be activated at a time, do you wish to equip the title Drunkard?"
"Advanced milestone: Drunkard unlocked."
"Drunkard's condition: Drink all types of rum, the following types are:"
"Mulan Pond: Produced by the Viaclara Santa Fe Rum Company."
"Ronrico: rum produced by Plutarico."
"Lambs potato rum: Exclusive to the British navy."
"Cockspum: Manufactured by the West Indies company, Kerouac."
"Lemonhart rum: supplied by Harto & Co., sugar and rum traders."
Sheyan was rather satisfied with this title of 'Drunkard'. Because to him who was proficient in close combat, he didn't require precision like long range shooting. Once there was a slight error, the difference would be huge. The 3% reduction in accuracy wasn't serious, but the additional 4% explosive strike rate was extremely enticing. In other words, even if he had to exchange 3% accuracy for 2% explosive strike rate, Sheyan wouldn't hesitate.
More importantly, don't forget Sheyan's predicament in the present world. Right now, he could possibly face the dual pursuit of the government and the gangs! Even if he obtained any formidable equipment in the realm, it couldn't be brought into the present world. It wouldn't be of any help to his current predicament. But a title was the same as his basic attributes, it belonged to an abstract concept, and wouldn't be restricted by this! Like this, it would undoubtedly ease his predicament in the present world.
At this moment, a random thought floated into Sheyan's mind … … .those famous drunken fist masters in China's history, shouldn't they be contestants like him who had obtained a milestone related to alcohol right?! Therefore, without alcohol, they wouldn't be able to activate their title, and their strength would naturally be greatly reduced.
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