This time the Crimson Sword was silent.
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As she said before, the offer of 1,000 game points was already very generous. The remaining half of the knife was useless to her. If she really couldn't get the other half back, she would sell her part. Not a problem.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that a proxy war was approaching, she might have accepted the offer.
But now... The Crimson Sword is indeed a bit unwilling.
Zhang Heng has made it clear that he is unwilling to exchange because he also lacks knife-like props, and he himself does not seem to be worried about points.
Crimson Sword hesitated for half a minute before finally typing.
--I will think about it.
--OK.
Zhang Heng replied politely and did not rush.
At the end, Crimson Sword couldn't help but ask again.
——Where did you learn your sword skills, and who did you learn from them?
But this time, the other person did not speak again. Zhang Heng's attitude made it clear that he did not intend to answer this question. The Crimson Sword also realized that he had crossed the line.
Then she saw a prompt in the upper right corner of the screen that Saturn 5 had exited the chat room.
The first contact between the two ended in this way.
Closing the Surface Crimson Sword on his knees, he breathed a sigh of relief. This guy with the ID name Saturn 5 is obviously not the same type of lunatic as the coffee man. The other person is very rational and easy to communicate with, but once he gets it right, he Things are also hard to shake.
And he doesn't seem to be short of points either.
On the other hand, Crimson Sword spent almost all of her wealth to collect 1,000 game points. The leaker copy abstained and she had no choice but to use a mission failure exemption card, just in case. She had to save another 800 points to purchase a new mission failure exemption card.
Of course, if possible, she wouldn't mind using other means to take back the upper part of Mikazuki Munechika, because Zhang Heng had snatched this thing from her hands, and she had no psychological burden, but she and Zhang Heng had fought before and didn't get any advantage. Although she didn't like the coffee man, she had to admit the latter's strength. That guy was like a humanoid self-propelled nuclear-powered armor.
Until now, Crimson Sword still doesn’t know how Coffee Man lost, but one thing is for sure, that is, Zhang Heng’s strength is indeed terrifying, so she still needs to rely on transactions to get Mikazuki Munechika back.
While the Crimson Sword continued to weigh the chips in his hand, Zhang Heng was in the lecture theater, taking a course on the history of Western culture.
This semester, Zhang Heng's course selection is no longer as random as before. In addition to what he is interested in, he is also consciously choosing some courses that are helpful to his game. In addition, in order to free up some time, he also He picked some courses, such as Basic French, which others might sound like a big headache, but he didn’t need to spend much time on them.
So he took a lot of credits this semester, but actually he was less busy than last semester, not to mention that Zhang Heng still had an extra 24 hours a day.
In addition, as usual, after finishing the seventh round of the game, he took the pen he got at the end to the bartender for appraisal, but the result was somewhat unexpected.
This was the first time that the game point failed to authenticate. Afterwards, the bartender refunded the four-point processing fee and also provided him with a free suggestion for the first time.
"This kind of situation is rare, but it's not unheard of. After all, even the system panel has been deceived at the auction venue before, so in theory I won't be surprised no matter what happens. You can tell me The process by which you obtained this pen, maybe I can help you find out why.”
Zhang Heng remembered the meaningful words Conan Doyle said to him before leaving. By now, Zhang Heng was sure that the old man in Tang suit who was suspected of being Cronos approached him for another purpose. His gaming qualifications and gaming The points were all provided by the other party, so even Zhang Heng didn't know what role the bartender played in it.
So he hesitated and finally chose to conceal his encounter with Conan Doyle in the copy and took back the pen directly. However, Zhang Heng consulted the bartender about the proxy war.
"Proxy war? Oh, you're talking about a proxy war. The organizing committee is about to send out notices," the bartender said, "so there's no problem in telling you first. Anyway, there will probably be a lot of them at this time." Few people know it. After playing so many rounds of the game, you must also know what the purpose of the game is. Now most of the agents have been confirmed, and only a few people have not yet placed their bets, but it is estimated that it will be final in another month. The big list will be released, and then the game will enter the next stage."
"Next stage?"
"Yes, the qualifiers are about to end, the dinner will be served on the table, and the games will become more and more exciting. It seems that you have got the tickets for the next round, so I wish you good results 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 camp, join the corresponding agent, and become an apostle. War is never a matter of one person. Of course, if you are really strong enough to kill everyone in one go, then I can only take the lead in applauding you." The bartender lady said.
Zhang Heng didn't know if it was his imagination. When he mentioned this matter, he seemed to see a faint flash of enthusiasm and excitement in the bartender's eyes.
The latter later added, "You should wait for the notification from the organizing committee for the specific content. I have to continue working. I couldn't help but cut off my hands last month. I have to pay back the hard work this month."
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The above is the information that Zhang Heng has at hand now. To be cautious, he also sent a WeChat message to Fan Meinan. Normally, Fan Meinan usually replies in seconds, which makes people wonder if she is doing it all day long. There was nothing serious, so she was just scrolling through Weibo Moments with her cell phone. However, this time, for the first time, she waited for a long time before replying with two words.
--Busy.
There was no movement after that, but anyway, there was still about a month left before the so-called proxy war. Zhang Heng was not too anxious. It seemed that Fan Meinan rarely had anything serious to do. She just considered the person behind her. Existence, I don’t know who is going to be unlucky again.
It just so happened that Zhang Heng also had something to deal with. He didn't go to the player forum for about a week, but when he went up again, he saw an explosive news.
