Green grass is everywhere, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. At this time, the carriage has walked out of the mountain road and is driving on the wide road in the wilderness. In the distance within sight, people riding in the carriage can see cattle and sheep running freely in the wilderness through the windows on the side of the carriage, as well as other groups of animals that occasionally appear.
Such beautiful and non-aggressive nature is the peaceful scene that most players want to see.
Perhaps affected by the relaxing environment around him, or perhaps still immersed in the joy of what he experienced last night and unable to extricate himself, Mengzhu, who was lying by the window, couldn't help humming an unknown tune. , enjoying the scenery along the way.
Ever since the old man who called himself Gustan appeared in front of them, the old man had shown great kindness to the people in the convoy. And other people in the convoy, including those stingy businessmen, also showed great enthusiasm for the old man who wanted to hitchhike to the nearest town. This was not only because he had just saved the people in the convoy, but also because he had just saved the people in the convoy. Not only because of their property, but also because of the occupation that the old man introduced himself to.
As the captain of the escort, Kidd was one of the people who actively welcomed the old man. He even prepared the best seats and the safest services in the convoy for this old man who seemed to be unable to see. But he had never heard of the name Gustan, so Kidd was not familiar with this dying old man at all.
However, he had heard of the profession of Destiny Weaver.
After constant entanglement with Kidd, Duan Qing learned from him that the so-called destiny weavers were a very small group of people on the Free Continent. They are male or female, old or young, but every time someone sees them in the mountains, forests, wilderness, or in the busy city, they always appear dressed as travelers and tell the world some inexplicable philosophical stories. Strange words, then turned and left, disappearing before their eyes. In short, the impression this group of people left on the world, apart from being mysterious, was only those who showed their power inadvertently.
However, according to rumors from some people who know the inside story, one of the most obvious abilities of the Destiny Weaver profession is to change destiny. It is said that their abilities can even change a person's old physique, making a weak person strong, or making a strong person have the ability to cast spells.
It turns out that the cleansing method circulating on the Internet is looking for you... Hearing this, Duan Qing opened his mouth wide, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Any role-playing game that contains attributes usually has an indispensable system: washing points. Let some people who have added wrong attribute points before, or who don't want to continue playing with this attribute, have a chance to change their ways. But in the free world, this system was discovered very late, and as mentioned above, you need luck to encounter NPCs who can wash points. Not to mention that the aboriginal people in the Free Continent are so powerful. Whether they are willing to help you is still a question. The name Destiny Weavers, you will know that they are very powerful. If you want them to help players change their "destiny", it will probably cost a lot of money. Big price.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many people like Hearts of Iron who delete their accounts and practice again.
It's a pity that the people on Duan Qing's side are all players who have just come out of the Novice Village and do not need such services at all. It would be great if these hidden masters who traveled far and wide could teach players one and a half moves like in ordinary novel games. But not to mention these people, even those from the Warrior House and the Mage Association, have not taught players a single move, otherwise this game would not maintain the record of having the least skills in the history of virtual games.
Of course, although you can't try a "wash point" service, from Duan Qing's perspective, other rumors are relatively true.
After the mutual introduction that night, the blind old man was invited to the team by Kidd and received the highest level of treatment they could provide. However, the old man did not express too much gratitude for such hospitality. It seemed that he had become accustomed to the attitude of the world towards him. And under this invisible status difference, when he looked around with his eyes covered by cloth, the people he "saw" had a feeling of fear when they were seen.
Duan Qing and Mengzhu didn't feel this way, because when they were looked at by those blind eyes, their feelings were no different than usual. The little girl was even confused about the strange old man who kept looking here. She didn't know why he was always looking at the player's crowd among the flattery of those over there.
The old people in this game are indeed very strange... Mengzhu judged this in his heart.
But after that, her attitude towards this strange old man changed greatly. Because the old man seemed to have opened his eyes and understood their current difficulties.
"Fate tells me that you want to form an adventure group, right?"
This is what happens after everyone sets up camp to rest and have dinner. While several players on Duan Qing's side were sitting together and passing the time in boredom, the old man holding a wooden stick walked over quietly.
Then he asked this surprising question.
Several players stopped talking and looked at the old man who could read minds with surprised eyes - the mountain wind at night was blowing his white hair, he was leaning on the wooden stick with both hands, and his eyes covered with cloth didn't care about anything else. People's eyes were "looking" at them motionlessly.
To be precise, he was looking at Duan Qing.
In the depressing atmosphere, everyone focused their attention on Duan Qing and the man named Gustan. After a long time, Duan Qing seemed to finally react, and replied somewhat slowly: "Yes, yes. Excuse me..."
"If possible..." The calm old man said what he meant straightforwardly: "I can help you."
He leaned on his wooden staff and bowed slightly, causing the merchants who were peeking behind to scream. The few players didn't feel flattered. Duan Qing squinted slightly and said nothing, as if he wanted to find out the true purpose of this old man who suddenly appeared.
"I am quite famous within the principality." Seeing the other party showing no expression, the old man's tone remained unchanged, his voice old and steady: "If you go to Fenghua Town and meet Rama... Reporting my name should have some effect."
Duan Qing held his chin and lowered his head, seeming to be hesitant. The uncle named Smiling Butcher sat aside and remained silent, while the other Baili Duyou showed a look of disdain.
"Thank you for your kindness, but..." After a period of consideration, Duan Qing still decided to refuse this pie falling from the sky. In his opinion, the identity of the old man in front of him was too mysterious. There might be some conspiracy behind the favor he sold to him. And based on his understanding of the Destiny Weavers, people who dance with destiny seem to have no good end in the end. If they are related to them...
But the most fundamental thing is Duan Qing's confidence in his own strength - in his opinion, those words before Baili Youyou are still a bit bluffing. He feels that those tests, trials and so on are not unreasonable. There are many obstacles to overcome, so if you seriously apply for an adventure group to play, it shouldn't be difficult.
However, before he could say anything, he was grabbed by Mengzhu on the side. The little girl exerted so much force that she almost knocked him over.
"Hey! Don't let such a good opportunity pass by..." Mengzhu said in Duan Qing's ear. Although his voice was not loud, his eyes were full of anxiety: "I don't know why, but such an opportunity was presented to me..."
"Pie never falls from the sky..."
"Oh, if you can save a little, just save a little..."
This can be saved... Duan Qing finally understood what the little girl meant, so he had to smile bitterly.
"Right...if the establishment of the adventure group goes smoothly, how much money can we save...uh, no, how much trouble."
"...."
"The sooner we can establish an adventure group, the sooner we can find ways to make money..."
"..." Duan Qing's expression became very strange.
"The number of people is not a problem! I have already thought about it. I just need to find some free people to join me. The remaining problem is..."
"Okay, okay, I know, I know." Seeing that Mengzhu was about to start home mode, Duan Qing quickly stopped her imagination and agreed.
The two people returned to Gustan. Ignoring the vague smile hanging on the corner of the old man's mouth, Duan Qing said calmly: "Ahem, we discussed it... It is our honor to get your help."
The old man finally pulled up the corners of his mouth completely - in the eyes of the players in front of him, this was an ugly smile.
He reached into his arms, groped for a while, and then took out something. A few people took a closer look and saw that it seemed to be a bracelet woven with red and black ropes. The two red and black threads were twisted together in a spiral. Although the material looked ordinary, it also revealed a hint of weirdness. .
"Choice determines destiny, and destiny weaves the future." The old man said this, and then handed the bracelet in his hand to Mengzhu: "I guess you need some tokens."
The little girl nodded in understanding, then took the bracelet.
The old man smiled with satisfaction again, then slowly turned around and left slowly under the complicated eyes of others. Duan Qing covered his head and ran away with a headache. Mengzhu held the bracelet and stared at it with blurred eyes for a long time, then nodded happily and put it directly on his wrist.
So on the road the next day, the little girl kept waving her right hand with the bracelet on and chattering in the carriage, which not only attracted the attention of the coachman, but also attracted the dissatisfaction of the other two players traveling with her.
Especially Baili Youyou, since what happened last night, his eyes towards Duan Qing and the others have become even more unfriendly.
Isn't it just stealing your limelight... Duan Qing ignored the strange looks from the person sitting across from him, and chatted with the excited little girl from time to time, letting her look forward to a bright future. With.
When the little girl occasionally fell into a trance, Duan Qing would look out of the car boredly. At noon, the increasingly hot sunshine fell on their heads, and the road in the wilderness had an unobstructed view. Therefore, while enjoying the endless scenery, the passengers could also clearly see the situation before and after the road.
Duan Qing stretched out his head and looked at the front of the motorcade - the carriage was traveling very slowly, and even on a road that was not wide, there was no risk of encountering the same danger as a car accident. Duan Qing set his sights on a certain carriage in front of him. In that carriage, which was obviously much better in quality than other carriages, the old man was riding in it.
After a night, Duan Qing still didn't understand what reason would make an old man who was respected by the world rush to help two adventurers who met by chance. No, how did he know about Duan Qing and Mengzhu's future plans before that? Is there really a way to read minds in this world, or are there people with super powers? Although it seems normal for these characters to appear in a world of swords and magic, this is the free world...
Duan Qing really didn't like this feeling of being out of control.
A cold snort came from the opposite side of the carriage again, and Duan Qing knew without looking that it was probably the one who traveled alone for hundreds of miles again. The man with long hair was probably looking at this side with disdain. Maybe he felt a little unhappy when he saw that he was doing nothing but being confident. But how does he know that this kind of unknown benefit... hmm?
At the front of the convoy, the leading carriage seemed to have stopped.
"There's a situation!"
There was a shout from ahead.
The carriage gradually slowed down and then stopped. Duan Qing looked away from the front, and then began to look further away - on the not-wide road, there seemed to be some strange black shadows, vaguely appearing on the road.
"What is that, a tree root? A wheel? Or..." Due to the distance, Duan Qing couldn't see clearly.
"Anything is possible, it's just an obstacle anyway." The coachman sitting in front answered Duan Qing's question as if he was talking to himself.
"obstacle?"
"Yes." The coachman jumped out of the car, and then took out a long knife from under the shaft seat.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Several players finally noticed something was wrong.
"Don't worry, this situation is very common for us." The coachman did not look back, but his forward steps were close to the edge of the carriage: "It should be a bandit."
"What..." Duan Qing couldn't believe his ears: "There are still bandits here?"
"Of course." The driver, who was about to walk out of the sight of several people, looked back: "We often deal with them, so... don't worry."
He shook off the knife in his hand and walked to the front of the convoy.
"We...were attacked?"
Only then did a few people come out of the carriage. The little girl rubbed her hands and asked Duan Qing next to her, and received a positive reply from him.
"Yeah." Duan Qing smiled bitterly.
"It seems like we were... robbed."
