Chapter 73: Beauty Trap
The days in the game are still long. After Miaobishenghua separated from his friends, he did not rush to log off. Instead, he ran to the steps at the entrance of the Travelers ' Guild and squatted, observing with his sharp eyes the senior NPC sitting in the newly opened guild hall: the assassin mentor Hal Maxwell.
Hal, the one with the biggest mood swings among the three mentors of the Walker Guild and the one who is most easily angered by players, looks like a mixed race of Latin Americans and Slavs, with chestnut hair, not too rough skin, smooth facial contours, but deep facial features. He is estimated to be around 35 years old, with a neatly trimmed mustache, and is a bit sloppy, and sometimes you can see food residue on his clothes.
More than 60% of the players in the team that Miaobishenghua and his team formed became Walkers. Those who didn't like playing with bows and loved the thrill of critical hits with their swords all increased their reputation with Hal.
The one who got the critical hit dagger gave me medicine. I once hesitated whether to switch to brushing Hal's reputation, but I really couldn't bear to give up the hours of work I had spent on Pansy, so I gave up.
"Since it is Hal's inner demon, the monster in the inner demon should be directly related to Hal, his mentor. Can we get some information from Hal?" Miaobishenghua stroked his chin and pondered.
Miaobishenghua knew very well that the combination of Vanilla (Qin Guan) and the warrior girl who took medicine to win over could definitely not be compared with the Sandwich Gummy (Tang Jia) & Yang Ying who had been playing together since the launch of the server.
In other words… Although she didn’t say it directly to dampen her friends’ morale, she knew very well that their progress in opening up the dungeon would definitely not be as good as Entropy Buzao’s…
This made Miaobishenghua very unwilling.
It’s not that they have a problem with the lack of entropy, but they just don’t want to lose.
Thinking that women are not competitive is the biggest form of sexism.
There are definitely no fewer competitive girls than men, but women's competitiveness has not been respected or taken seriously since ancient times. It has even been looked down upon and despised. Although they are equally competitive, men are ambitious and have lofty aspirations, while women are easily labeled as "opinionated and ignorant".
Although it cannot be seen from her usual words and deeds, Miaobishenghua is indeed a strong and competitive person at heart. She usually doesn't care about harmless things, but when it comes to serious matters, she is actually the most competitive one.
She wanted to win, not just to preserve her friend Qin Guan's territory reputation advantage, nor just to prove herself, she just wanted her friend to win, it was that simple.
Hal was "going to work" as usual, and after about ten minutes he noticed the undead who had been staring at him.
Hal frowned, but didn't care much... He had wisely given up thinking about the logic of these undead's behavior. Instead of wondering what these crazy undead who came from some unknown dimension were thinking, he might as well think about how to spend the long night tonight.
"We have to stay indoors for three consecutive nights every once in a while. This new rule is ridiculous. Yang must think we have it too easy, so he keeps torturing us in various ways."
After sending away the undead who accepted the task, Hal complained to Pansy who was not far away from him.
The guild hall was very simple, a large one-story building less than 60 square meters in size. In addition to the small compartments for rest, the three instructors were each given a set of work desks and chairs, a large cabinet for storing task tools, and a set of wooden long sofas and coffee tables were placed under the wall facing the door - in fact, it was a plywood coffee table with a reclining chair with a backrest that is commonly seen in parks. Yang Qiu bought it from Xianyu.
Not having to stand outside in the sun and rain is certainly an improvement in treatment for former thieves, but the optimization of the work environment also requires the cost of taking care of a group of half-blind women and being under "curfew" every ten days or so, which is enough to make Hal have something to say.
Pansy said nothing. She looked Hal up and down with a strange look, then turned to look at Tuttle, who was still entangled with the undead in handing over the task, with an indescribable subtle expression.
"Hey, Pansy, what are you doing?" Hal felt uncomfortable.
"...Nothing." Pansy said in a tone that showed she was saying one thing and thinking another.
Hal looked at him with disapproval.
Pansy hesitated for a moment, then stood up and left her workstation. She walked to Hal's desk and leaned down slightly. "Hal, do you really... feel there is nothing unusual?"
Hal was affected by his serious attitude and sat up straight unconsciously, saying impatiently: "Just say what you want to say, don't waste your time."
Pansy hesitated to speak, and finally shook her head: "Forget it, maybe I'm just being overly sensitive."
Hal looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "Hey, Pansy, don't scare me...Have you had any hallucinations recently?"
"Of course not." Pansy said unhappily, "Believe me, I have no problem. My perception is not as good as yours and Tuttle's."
"That's true." Hal relaxed again and waved his hand, "Don't think too much, old friend. You once advised me to do that."
Pansy shook her head and turned back to her seat.
When Pansy pulled out the chair, he heard a sweet, crisp, curious girl's voice behind him: "Hello, Hal, have you ever thought too much?"
Pansy turned her head suddenly...
Of course, it is impossible to see young girls in Exile Town.
The person standing in front of Hal's desk and saying that was, unsurprisingly, a... skeleton.
Pansy: “…”
Hal, who was asked this question, was also confused.
"Would you like to chat with your undead friends, Hal?" Miaobishenghua tilted his head, trying to be cute, "I heard what you said, and I'm very interested."
Hal: "...Get out!!"
...five minutes later.
"Damn, it's a big loss that I can't bring my beautiful beauty into the game!"
Miaobishenghua, who was kicked out of the Traveler Guild Hall, ran to the Warrior Construction Site in a rage to find Qin Guan, and then dragged Qin Guan to the Traveler Construction Site and lent me the Fraud Orb to take medicine.
"What are you doing, Huahua?" Qin Guan was confused.
"Put it on." Miaobishenghua pushed the Orb of Deception against Qin Guan's face and pointed to the hall of the Walker Guild. "Come with me in a while, just stand next to me and smile. Don't speak, let me do it."
Qin Guan's brain was very flexible, and he immediately turned the situation around: "Honey trap? You want to get information from Hal? Wait, calm down. This deception orb was sent by Pansy. Now the three mentor NPCs of the Traveler's Guild are all in the same room. You can't fool them!"
"How do you know if you don't try?" The writing brush waved its claws, "You can't fool Pansy, but maybe you can fool Hal? The assassin mentor is just a jerk!"
Qin Guan: “…”
The guy who was carrying bricks gave me medicine: "..."
Well... not brushing up Hal's reputation isn't a big loss. This assassin mentor is pretty stupid...
A few minutes later, Miaobishenghua and Qin Guan, who was wearing top-grade beauty leather and a formal ball gown, walked into the hall of the Players' Guild with dignity.
Seeing the beautiful woman with a radiant look walking next to Miaobishenghua, Pansy sprayed out the water that had just entered her mouth.
It was he who sent out the Orb of Deception, and he was extremely impressed by this illusion - after the undead with a male voice appeared in front of his tent, he was in a Schrodinger's cat state about the gender of these undead for a long time.
For Hal & Tuttle, who had never seen this phantom, the lethality was very great... The moment Qin Guan stepped into the door, the two guys who took advantage of the fact that there were no players coming to the door to chat together, their eyes widened.
Miaobishenghua saw that there was hope and poked Qin Guan with his finger.
Qin Guan quickly put on a "dignified" smile...
Well... after all, he is a popular anchor with a good image in real life. His facial expressions are well managed. His already radiant beauty looks like a holy light when he smiles...
Miaobishenghua pulled Qin Guan to Hal's desk and continued to speak sweetly in her natural girlish voice: "Hal, would you like to talk to your undead friend?"
Qin Guan cast his gaze on the dazed Hal, lowered his head slightly, and smiled shyly.
Hal was stunned for a moment, then suddenly jumped up, walked around the table, pulled a chair and placed it next to Qin Guan, and then pulled another chair and pushed it to Miaobishenghua, and said hurriedly: "Of course, of course , please take a seat, is there anything I can help you with?"
This is very realistic...
"Wait, Hal, this person, is actually..." Pansy pointed at Qin Guan, wanting to expose the fact that this guy was not actually the Undead Lady.
Qin Guan turned his head and gave Pan Xi a touching smile.
Pansy was stunned.
He hadn't seen a young woman for at least two or three years.
If he hadn't known that this lady was not only a ghost but her gender was also uncertain, he might have even thought of a name for his child just from this smile.
Miao Bi Sheng Hua secretly gave Qin Guan a thumbs up… Although he said no, his body was still very honest and played the role of a charmer, and he acted it so well - it turns out that only men understand men best!
While the three high-level NPCs were dazzled by Qin Guan's beauty, he quickly seized the opportunity and used her beautiful girlish voice to extract information: "Hal, I hear your accent sounds like a northerner, are you from the north?"
"Yes." Hal quickly pulled his eyes away from Qin Guan, pretending to be relaxed and interested in a long chat, and said in high spirits, "I am from the Kenya Empire like Anthony. When Anthony was a tailor apprentice in the imperial capital, I was studying in an important industrial city in the north."
If a person is willing to talk about his past, it proves that he has a strong desire to talk; if he intentionally or unintentionally exaggerates himself in his words, it shows that in addition to the desire to talk, he also has a strong desire to show off.
In order to write good dialogues for online articles, I watched a lot of interview videos to learn and understand the conversation habits of people of all ages and identities. I am not particularly familiar with the routines of reporters to stimulate the interviewees' desire to talk, but at least I know how to do it...
According to Hal's own account, he was a somewhat rebellious city boy with a wide range of friends. His family was well-off. His uncle ran an airship club. His father liked to raise expensive Kenyan hounds . His mother loved ornaments made of exotic animal skins from other continents... and so on.
This guy was bragging, but the two players only thought: "He's just an NPC in a novice village, but his background setting is quite complicated!"
