nycdaug Chapter 741 The Template for Cultivation Games
Chapter 741 The Template for Cultivation Games
"Don't look so gloomy. Our photos will be on our future resumes. How can we not leave behind a dazzling picture?"
Xu Ning flashed a big smile at the camera, and then, while taking a side profile photo, she spoke to Kong, who looked sullen beside her.
With a sigh, after Xu Ning stepped out of the frame, he went in himself and let Miss Maretti take his picture.
"Brother, you'll lose my trust if you keep doing this. Sigh, this is another lesson for me. I will never eat anything that isn't mine again. Actually, I should have realized this when I drank that adulterated Fonda at the De Bo Grand Hotel last time."
"Don't talk while we're taking pictures!" Miss Maretti, holding the phonograph, looked at the three extremely relaxed prisoners with annoyance.
Paimon had no sense of being a prisoner, and when he heard Sora say that he would not eat other people's food from now on, he became a little anxious.
"How can that be? I finally managed to get that drunkard to agree to let Qingyi make me a few more servings of honey-glazed ham, and I've already..."
"cough!"
Hearing that Paimon was about to reveal that they possessed magical treasures from hidden caves, Kong quickly coughed loudly.
"Paimon, it's your turn to take the picture."
No wonder Paimon didn't feel the need to go to jail. The day before yesterday, when he was forced to become a prisoner due to someone's framing, firstly, Xu Ning promised to help Kong bring the Chen Ge Pot into Mello Petersburg without anyone noticing; secondly, he promised to have Qingyi prepare more delicious food for Paimon; and thirdly, Navilette promised to record this imprisonment as an "official assignment" and give the two of them the highest allowance for legal civil servants.
The living conditions regarding food and lodging have not only not declined, but have actually improved considerably. In addition, he can also earn a lot of Mora along the way. Paimon has already regarded this trip as a prison-themed amusement park.
While shaking the photos to dry, Maretti looked at the three people's files. "...Without the gods' permission, they ate the cake that the Winter Ambassador had carefully prepared for the gods, causing the political core of Fontaine to fall into a short silence? You are truly capable people. Given Lady Funina's love for desserts, what is the difference between this behavior and assassinating the water god...?"
Kong and Paimon exchanged bewildered glances. Was it really that serious? It seemed the sentence was only a month and a half, probably because they were acquaintances.
Maretti pasted the photo onto the file and casually stuffed it into the drawer for filing. "Hey you, take the new recruits down here and explain the rules to them clearly, so they don't get their sentences increased before they even start serving them."
A man in overalls, whose face didn't look like a good person at all, walked over and said lazily, "Come with me."
After that, there was no more talk.
Kong actually has a strong sense of responsibility. Now that he's already here, he'll naturally take the initiative to find out about the young master and Linni.
"Are you the guard here, brother? What's your name?"
The man in overalls glanced lazily at Kong, pursed his lips, but didn't respond with a single word.
Paimon was a little annoyed. "You're so rude! Didn't you come here specifically to guide the newcomers? Why won't you even say a word?"
Overalls sighed and finally spoke up, "It's precisely because they're new that I hate them. Not only do they offer no benefits, but they also always have endless questions."
Are all the people in Melo Petersburg this individualistic?
Xu Ning casually reached to his waist and grabbed the Dust Concealment Gourd, then took out the Dust Song Pot from inside and handed it to Kong.
To avoid the hassle of collecting items, Xu Ning had Kong leave the Dust Song Pot in the Dust Hidden Cave, and then had Qingyi use a spell to hide the gourd. Now that they were already inside, there was nothing to hide.
Xu Ning took a sip of his drink and smiled at the man in overalls, "Brother, at least introduce the rules that newcomers should know, so we don't offend the wrong people or things. Of course, I won't ask you for help for nothing; one question costs ten thousand Mora!"
Xu Ning poured a large Mora coin out of the gourd, flicked it in the air, and then casually tossed it back.
Overalls was quite surprised by the gourd and Mora that suddenly appeared in Xu Ning's hand, but immediately sneered when he heard Xu Ning's words.
"Mora? Ha, in Mero Petersburg, Mora is nothing more than some useless metal blocks. If you could produce some 'licenses,' I might think more highly of you. But you're a newcomer, and I'm afraid you don't even know what a license looks like."
"A license?"
Xu Ning and Kong exchanged a glance, then Xu Ning asked again, "You mean, this so-called special certificate is the currency that can circulate in Mero Petersburg, and even if I have a large amount of Mora, I can't exchange it at will, right?"
The overalls-wearer snorted, "Judging from how you keep talking about Mora, you must be a big shot out there, used to using Mora to talk."
"But I'm not afraid to tell you, once you get here, everyone will shed their identities and stand together on a new starting line, just like being reborn."
"No matter what wealth or power you had before, here you have to earn your own licenses. Only licenses can buy you everything in Mero Petersburg, satisfy your desires, gain power, and even change your destiny. This is true fairness and true justice..."
Xu Ning couldn't help but click his tongue. His usually foolproof "splurging money" tactic had failed here.
I don't know who set these ridiculous rules for this place. Isn't this just forcing us to be kind to everyone?
Left with no other choice, Xu Ning could only put on a friendly smile and affectionately put his arm around the shoulders of the man in overalls.
"Hey buddy, judging by your appearance, you're probably not a guard, but one of the prisoners here, right?"
"I've just thought about your rebirth theory. If I were to kill you right now, wouldn't that mean your rebirth would fail, while my short forty-five-day lifespan would be extended? Then I'd have more time to acquire special permits, satisfy my desires, gain power, and change my destiny, right? How could I possibly refuse this kind of cultivation game template? Shall we start now and become the first cornerstone on my path to cultivation?"
My overalls were soaked with sweat in no time.
Seriously, are these newcomers really this crazy?
Feeling the cracking sound coming from his shoulder blades, the overalls person had no doubt that this Liyue person could easily mold him into a shape that could return him to his mother's womb.
However, upon closer reflection, what this Liyue person said actually makes a lot of sense. According to the elders here, it seems that the special permit was created a long time ago by a Liyue person who traveled here.
Did they match the secret code?