Feng Bujue did not know when and how the ghost postman would reply to his letter. He was not even sure if the postman would reply.
Regarding this information, the 'fat' NPCs said that they could not answer him, so Brother Jue could only play it by ear.
"So … now it's time to deliver the tenth letter …" After leaving the mailbox, Feng Bujue returned to the bicycle and said, "I should go replenish my Stamina Points first."
When he got on the bicycle, he checked the game menu again. Now, his Life Points had slowly recovered to 54 percent, but his Stamina Points were only at 4524800.
This was the difficulty of 'calculating Stamina Points based on the character's physical body'. In some of the Nightmare scenarios that Brother Jue had experienced before, he had encountered this kind of setting several times. Seeking Poison in the Wild was a good example.
No matter how high the player's level was, how many items and skills could increase Stamina Points, in this kind of Nightmare scenario, the player would have as much Stamina Points as the character that they were playing. If the player used the Stamina Points recklessly, the effect would be self-explanatory.
"Hmm … I should think of a way to get some supplies first …" Feng Bujue thought about it and made a decision. "Before Brother Specter replies to me, it will be extremely difficult for me to decipher the 'command code' on my own. After all, the information that I have collected from the 'recipients' is enough. There is no need to use my last bit of Stamina to do something that will not benefit me. "
After deciding on the next step of the plan, he took out the mini map of the small town from his pocket. After looking at it for a few seconds, he set off.
At noon, Feng Bujue arrived at the only bar in town.
The name of the bar was' Otaku '. It was about one hundred square meters in size, smaller than the post office.
The reason Brother Jue came here was simple. According to the illustration on the mini map, this western style bar had a door that could not be closed. Instead of calling it a door, it was more like two movable wooden planks.
"Hmph … It's impossible that I can't get in now, right?" Feng Bujue pushed the door open with a smile and walked into Otaku Bar.
"We haven't opened for business yet, sir." Brother Jue was greeted with this sentence.
Feng Bujue raised his eyes to look at the speaker.
It was a bald man about two meters tall. He was about forty years old and was dressed as a bartender. When Brother Jue entered, he was standing behind the bar, quietly wiping glasses.
"I won't be here for too long." Feng Bujue ignored the man's advice and walked straight to the bar counter.
During this process, he had already scanned the environment of the entire bar: cheap linen wallpaper, cheap wooden floor, cheap bar counter, cheap tables and chairs, cheap sofa, cheap billiard table … Beside the billiard table, there was a bearded man dressed as a cowboy, playing billiard alone.
"I'm sorry, it's not a matter of how long I stay." Seeing Brother Jue sit down as if nothing happened, the bald bartender's expression changed slightly, "We don't receive any guests outside of business hours, please come back after five o 'clock in the evening …"
"Okay, Yang, let him sit for a while." Suddenly, the bearded cowboy at the billiard table interrupted, "This gentleman doesn't look like a troublemaker …" While speaking, he took a shot, straightened up, and looked at Brother Jue, "Am I right? Sir? "
"Oh … Of course." Feng Bujue smiled at the bearded man, then turned his head and looked at the bartender, "Can I have something to drink? Water is fine. "
The bald bartender looked at Brother Jue for two seconds, then took out a clean cup and poured a glass of cold water.
"Excuse me … Is there anything to eat? Anything is fine. "Feng Bujue said again.
This time, the bald bartender looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure you have enough money to pay, sir?" When he said this sentence, he deliberately emphasized the word "sir."
"Yes …" Feng Bujue only wanted to eat and drink, so his attitude was very polite. As he spoke, he reached for his wallet, "If you need, I can …"
"Oh, no, no, no, young man, don't be like this." At this time, the bearded man loudly stopped Brother Jue's actions and quickly walked over.
When he reached the bar, the bearded man looked at the bartender and said, "Yang, how can you talk to a customer like this? Do you think this gentleman doesn't even have money to buy a glass of water? "
"No, boss." The bald bartender replied, "I'm just worried that he'll be like those drunkards and homeless people, coming in to eat and drink without any money."
"Oh … So this cowboy uncle is the boss …" Feng Bujue heard this and thought to himself. In fact, at the beginning of the conversation between the two, he was already vaguely aware of this. Now that "Yang" directly called out the word "boss," his guess was confirmed.
"Ah, Yang, you worry too much." The bearded man patted Brother Jue's shoulder, "Looking at this gentleman's complexion and clothes, I know he's not that kind of person." He snapped his fingers and gave Yang a look, "Come, give me some snacks, I'm hungry too."
"Alright … Since you've said so …" The bald bartender shrugged his shoulders and replied.
A few seconds later, he took out two small bamboo bowls lined with paper towels from the bar. Both bowls were filled with fried snacks.
"Thank you, buddy," Feng Bujue said to Yang, then looked at the bearded man and said, "Thank you too, boss."
Then, Brother Jue grabbed a bunch of snacks and stuffed them into his mouth like he was stuffing a duck.
He was indeed hungry, and he was very hungry. This hunger was no doubt simulated by the scenario. It was similar to muscle fatigue, and it had to be alleviated or else it would not disappear on its own.
"Hahaha …" The bearded man looked at Brother Jue's table manners and laughed. "Young man, you can't treat this as a meal."
"I know, but all the restaurants in town are closed." Feng Bujue puffed out his cheeks and replied with a muffled voice.
This seemingly casual answer was actually a test. Brother Jue had stayed in town for so long, and he finally met two relatively normal looking NPCs. He did not want to miss this opportunity to get more information. Therefore, without batting an eyelid, he mentioned a strange but objective fact to see the two NPCs' reaction.
"Hahaha …" To his surprise, the bearded man laughed heartily and replied, "You sure know how to joke, young man. It's broad daylight, and it's Christmas, so why would the shops be closed? Look … "He raised his hand to point at the entrance of the bar." Isn't the restaurant across the street open? "
"Across the street?" Feng Bujue was stunned. He looked in the direction that the man was pointing at, and all he could see was a white fog. He could not even see several meters away from the entrance of the shop, much less the scenery on the other side of the street.
"Ha … ha ha …" Brother Jue laughed drily. "You're right …" He had no idea whether the NPC was telling the truth or not, but he did not want to argue with him.
"Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself …" The bearded man did not continue the topic of the restaurant. He took off his cowboy hat and extended his hand to Brother Jue. "I'm the owner here. They all call me 'Sagittarius.'"
"Nice to meet you," Feng Bujue replied politely. "I'm Dave." He wiped his hand on his jacket before shaking the man's hand.
"This is my bartender, Yang." Then, Sagittarius raised his hand to signal the bald bartender. "Rumor has it that he used to be a mafia member, but later he …"
"Hey!" Yang immediately shouted, interrupting his boss.
Sagittarius shrugged and laughed. "Ha ha ha … Okay, he's a decent man. I didn't say anything."
"Nice to meet you, Yang." Feng Bujue pretended not to hear anything and greeted Yang calmly.
Yang only nodded at him, and the expression on his face was still serious and cold.
"Who are these two …" Feng Bujue finished one bowl of snacks in less than a minute and moved on to the second bowl. "One is overly friendly, and the other is overly cold. And based on their appearance and their names … if 'Sagittarius' can be counted as a name … they both look like mafia members … "A thought came to him." Could it be … there's a side quest here? "
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