"As well-informed as I am, I should have known that Young Hero was coming back. To express my welcome, I left a precious message for Young Hero. Do you want to hear it?"
I don’t know how many times Lin Shuo said this sentence.
Looking at the waiter's clothes and the towel on his shoulders, Lin Shuo let out a long sigh.
Thirty years.
It has been thirty years since he traveled here.
All this originated from a Malatang incident.
That day, Lin Shuo was eating Malatang while drawing pictures in Fantasy Westward Journey.
When the treasure map was being sold, there happened to be the last one left, so he planned to dig it out himself.
It didn't matter when he dug, but he unexpectedly dug out something good. This made Lin Shuo, who has always been in the 50s, so excited that he accidentally knocked over the bowl of takeaway Malatang.
The hot Malatang soup was poured on the computer.
The computer screen instantly goes black.
Then, the whole room went dark.
A deep black hole appeared from the computer screen and sucked him in.
Just like that, he traveled through time.
He became the nominal second master of Datang players.
An NPC in Fantasy Westward Journey, a shop waiter.
"It will be maintained tomorrow. What do you think Xiaoqi will cut again?"
"The devil knows! After cutting down the pasture and catching ghosts, now the escort can only run fifteen times. Where can I get the reserve? It won't affect normal players every time, damn it!"
"Alas! This... profit-making studio is like a moth sucking up the essence of this game. There is nothing the official can do about it."
Lin Shuo took the one hundred taels of silver left by the two men and threw them to the coordinates of the two thief kings. Looking at their backs, he became a little excited.
Finally, the day has come!
Tuesday is maintenance day.
It's also his day off.
Subject to certain rules, everyone must stick to their posts.
However, this rule disappears every Tuesday.
Tuesday is a day off for everyone in the fantasy world.
As the saying goes, a day in heaven is a year on earth.
It seems like only a few hours, but in the world of Fantasy Westward Journey, it is stretched countless times.
Lin Shuo leaned on the railing boredly and waited quietly for everyone to leave.
As the maintenance time came, figures disappeared into the world.
Soon, only two people were left in the originally crowded inn.
One is a fat middle-aged man wearing yellow clothes and an earth-colored hat.
This fat middle-aged man also has a name, restaurant owner.
The other one is him, Lin Shuo.
In other words, waiter.
Lin Shuo walked up to the restaurant owner and stretched, "Boss, I have to go out for something. I will definitely come back within half a year."
The restaurant owner lay lazily on the table, enjoying the rare peace.
He is already exhausted from shaking his fat body and greeting all the guests with a smile every day.
The restaurant owner waved his hand impatiently and said:
"I know, go early and come back early. Don't run around if you have nothing to do. The right way is to go to Yue Lao at the door to ask for a match. The king of the village next to us, Ergou, got married and had children last year. You can't imitate the fish seller next door and fight for the rest of your life. Are you a bachelor?"
Lin Shuo has long been used to the restaurant owner's casual thoughts, "I know, I know, those who don't know think you are my father. By the way, give me some wages in advance."
The restaurant owner impatiently threw out a few thousand-tael silver notes, "Take it, take it, get out of here, don't delay my rest, come back to me if you don't have enough."
As the richest person in Chang'an City, the restaurant owner didn't look down upon a mere few thousand taels of silver.
Although the restaurant looks shabby, it is no exaggeration to say that this is actually the richest place in the entire Chang'an City.
In fact, even the Chang'an Imperial Palace is much worse than here.
From time to time, the palace would have to pay for high-level World of Warcraft secrets.
If you are unlucky and throw out a piece of fantasy, the palace will be shaken.
The restaurant is different. It is purely about making money, and it is a huge profit.
Players in Wukai have to go to the hotel every now and then.
Datang players even live here every day and keep sending money to play maps.
Players can make money by going to the palace.
It costs money to come to a restaurant.
As time goes by, the gap appears.
Lin Shuo put the banknotes in his pocket and walked out of the restaurant with a jug of good wine.
Looking at the long-lost sun and the prosperous city of Chang'an, Lin Shuo suddenly felt like he was in another world.
The first time he called up his panel.
As a time traveler, the biggest difference between him and other NPCs is probably that he has a panel.
[Name: Lin Shuo (waiter)]
[Identity: Elder of the Tang Dynasty government. 】
[Qi and blood: 9999999]
[Magic: 9999999]
[Hit: 999999]
[Damage: 999999]
[Defense: 999999]
【Speed: 999999】
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[Main mission: Find the invaders from another world who are trying to destroy Fantasy Westward Journey and defeat them. After success, you can return to the original world. 】
[Note: Please be careful not to let the intruders notice your difference, otherwise, you will be erased. 】
[The intruder is attached to an ordinary character in the original dream world. 】
[Branch 1: Sister Egg, who is located in the wilds of Jiangnan, seems to have encountered some trouble. Let's go and have a look. 】
[Branch 2: Xiao Taohong from Liuxiang Pavilion has been depressed recently, hoping to find someone to talk to. 】
[Branch 3: Zhao Meiren seems to have something to discuss, please go as soon as possible. 】
Lin Shuo swore that he was definitely a gentleman.
This must be a misunderstanding of him by the system panel.
The tasks given by this damn system are so misleading that he still doesn't dare to take a look.
Although, these three are all very iconic beauties.
Especially Zhao Meiren, who is also Li Shimin's wife.
But if something happened between Lin Shuo and the woman in Fantasy Westward Journey, there was still a barrier in his heart.
After thinking about it, Lin Shuo still planned to go back to the sect to take a look according to the original plan.
This is also an old habit. The first thing to do during the holidays is to go back to the sect to visit.
In order not to attract attention, he did not use the Thousand Miles of Magic Movement, but quietly chose to take some remote paths.
Although Qianli Shenxing seemed to have returned to the sect in an instant, the changes in it were inevitably noticed by those who were interested.
With his current ghost-like movement, even if he took a small road, he returned to the Tang Dynasty government office quietly without delaying for too long.
Lin Shuo held the wine bottle in his hand and shouted to the house:
"Old Cheng! I'm back to see you."
I saw a middle-aged man with a beard and a golden armor rushing out and grabbing Lin Shuo's right hand excitedly, "God of Wealth! Bah! No! Junior Brother, are you back?"
Lin Shuo looked at Cheng Yaojin with black lines on his face.
Why are you telling the truth?
"Yes, I'm back. I came to see you during this rare break. By the way, where is my sister-in-law?"
After hearing Lin Shuo's words, Cheng Yaojin put down his wine and looked at Lin Shuo warily, "Junior brother, um, don't drink in a hurry. Although, you are not young anymore. But! You better not think about your sister-in-law, cough cough !”
Looking at the vigilant Cheng Yao, the black line on Jin Linshuo's face became a little heavier, "Old Cheng, that's my sister-in-law, what are you thinking about? How did you change from such an upright and rough guy to this? "
Cheng Yaojin took a closer look at Lin Shuo and found that he really didn't mean that, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "That...that, junior brother, misunderstanding, mainly because the other disciples have been chatting about Lao Wang next door all day long, this is not... Ahem, by the way, don’t mention this anymore, drink! Drink!”
