111: Chapter 111: When Players Negotiate with NPCs 111: Chapter 111: When Players Negotiate with NPCs After finding the room the guard had ntioned, the Last Dragon Descendant took out the tal badge and approached the miniature array by the door.
The Magic Value automatically decreased by a point, and a faint light flashed across the surface of the tal badge, causing the door to open on its own.
The interior space was about ten square ters, with white pumice stone bricks laid on the floor.
In the center stood a beige single bed, with a wooden bedside table on one side of the bed and a wooden single-door wardrobe on the wall on the other side, seemingly a room intended for servants’ living quarters.
After briefly scanning the room’s furnishings, the Elf closed the door and habitually checked the contents of the bedside table’s drawer and the wardrobe.
The bedside table was empty, while the wardrobe contained several sets of ordinary servant and bartender spare clothes.
All were of grey quality, not worth much.
Finally, after tapping on the bed board and checking for any hidden compartnts, the Last Dragon Descendant sat down on the bed and quickly scrolled through the panel, selecting items from the inventory one by one.
With his movents, a pile of items appeared out of thin air, falling onto the bed.
Looking at the various items in front of him, the corners of the Last Dragon Descendant’s mouth curled up slightly into a smirk.
[Night’s Dress], fine, Charm 5
[Elf Light Gauze Long Dress], fine, Charm 6
[Love God Pendant], magical, Charm 10
[girl’s necklace], common, Charm 3
[girl’s ring], common, Charm 3
[Timothy’s Secret Wine], magical, Charm 10, additional status: Slight Drunkenness
[Timothy’s Perfu], magical, Charm 10, additional status: Enchanting Fragrance (sa gender)
“Now then, let’s remove the gear [Stealth Light Armor], [Dark Night Pants]!”
Although that was said, as a holographic virtual ga, the system does not assist in changing equipnt, so the player still needs to manually dress themselves.
.….….
Five minutes later…
“You… what is this…?”
Looking at the Last Dragon Descendant who walked out of the room, the guard’s voice carried a barely perceptible shake.
The Elf in front of him had a touch of flush on his face, light green hair loosely draped over his shoulders, wearing a refined black openwork dress, with a light green gauze long skirt underneath, giving off a natural vibe.
Betwixt his delicate and pale collarbones, laid a simple yet exquisite necklace.
Below his pointed ears swung gemstone earrings that glistened like moonlight, attracting attention.
Approaching closely, an elegant and faint fragrance wafted over, and the guard instinctively took a couple of sniffs through the slits in his helt before realizing his actions.
This strange attire on the Elf actually gave him an odd feeling…
Dressed like this…
it seed…
there was a strange beauty to him…
every move he made was damnably charming.
Compared to the previous all-black outfit, it looked…
much more enchanting.
The Elf didn’t say anything, but simply gave him what he believed to be his most affable smile.
“…”
A sense of amiability and self-loathing rose in the guard’s heart at the sa ti, and he in his Knight Armor suddenly realized that he had made a grave mistake!
— He should not have allowed this damn Elf to change clothes!
But now it was too late, and under the guard’s strangely mixed gaze filled with shaking, the Last Dragon Descendant gracefully entered the room.
The space inside the room was vast, with the painted do ceiling looking to be over ten ters high.
A huge pearl wood desk stood in the center of the room, behind which was a floating-back chair.
Two rows of ornate bookshelves guarded the sides of the room, filled with precious books.
In the corner to the left of the study stood an independent spiral staircase adorned with a carpet embroidered with gold threads.
Through this staircase, the room’s master could conveniently and covertly reach this place.
At this mont, a pale young nobleman with light golden hair sat on a floating chair, turned sideways from the room’s main entrance, engrossed in reading a dark green to.
He was dressed in a pure white suit that shimred like the Silver Moon, with a rcury-like monocle covering his left eye.
A black cape with gold trim rested on his shoulders, its pure black texture as soft and profound as the night.
The mysterious castle emblem on the side of the cape shone brilliantly, occasionally glinting with a faint stream of Magic Power, adding a touch of mystery and nobility to the young man.
Upon hearing the door open, Anvis closed the “Ancient Secret Scripture” in his hands, turned the floating chair to face the front, and t eyes with the Elf who had just entered.
…
…
?
“You…
have arrived?”
Seeing his Elf Follower’s peculiarly styled appearance, Anvis couldn’t help his eyelid twitching.
He had prepared to say a few encouraging words according to the script, but now he was stifled by the shocking scene before him.
After a mont of silence, Anvis lifted his left hand, gloved in white, and rested it on his right forearm, pressing down the instinctively raised right hand to prevent accidentally ‘harmonizing’ whatever eye-sore was in front of him.
As a forr Player, Anvis could understand the purpose behind the Last Dragon Descendant’s get-up.
After all, there was a ti when he had likewise plagued NPCs…
It was a foreign wandering rchant in the wilderness, whose wares included a perfect, flawless, massive Storm Crystal raw stone that he had acquired from god knows where.
Such high-energy Magic Crystals form only in extre storm environnts and attract lightning after forming, making them rare core materials for high-quality Shape Power Magic Wands.
Anvis, seeing sothing he fancied, hurriedly approached to buy it, but awkwardly realized he didn’t have enough funds on him.
Unwilling to give up, he attempted to bargain with the rchant, but the rchant refused to budge.
Frustrated, and seeing nobody around, Anvis ran into a nearby grove to change clothes.
When he returned to negotiate the price of the goods with the NPC rchant, the rchant’s expression and gaze turned quite strange and indescribable.
Thinking back now, his own expression must be similar.
In the end, the rchant agreed to lower the price.
Anvis left delighted and didn’t mind the NPC’s odd reaction.
Now, having beco a real ‘NPC’, he suddenly understood the feelings behind the ‘NPC rchant’s’ complicated expression.
‘He is still useful…
can’t waste it…
he is still of use…
can’t waste it…’
Closed eyes, deep breaths, ending the mory.
Anvis took a mont, his deep blue eyes reopening, while raising his right hand, gently pointing his index finger at the Last Dragon Descendant before him.
A slender black Night’s Dress magically materialized, covering the Elf’s charm-enhancing, blinding attire.
A white wavy scarf embedded with oval Sky Blue Gemstones covered the Elf’s neckline, concealing the exposed collarbone and necklace.
At the sa ti, a cold Magic Effect swept over, instantly removing the Elf’s slight drunken buff.
An invisible thin force field enveloped the air around the Elf, in anticipation of the Last Dragon Descendant’s possible use of charm-enhancing perfu.
As for the scent of perfu originating from male creatures, Anvis expresses his polite decline.
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Gulp——→Recomndation ticket
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