Just as the title says.

During these seven days, Xie Yang, who had not known what kind of promise he had received from the prophet lady, happily helped Cheng Shi download a copy of an A-level weapon.

In fact, Cheng Shi didn't originally plan to ask for weapons. What he wanted was a few gold pocket watches.

But Xie Yang felt that the value of the gold watch was not even as great as the potion bottle of past prosperity, so he insisted on getting him a weapon.

Seeing that the other party was as stubborn as if he was not afraid of death, Cheng Shi compromised and casually mentioned a mage weapon and asked him to play for him.

When Xie Yang learned that Cheng Shi needed a mage weapon, he was stunned for a long time.

"So you are a wizard?"

"Don't you think so?"

"I always thought you were an assassin, very good at hiding yourself."

"......"

Fortunately, Xie Yang, who was in the lower level, did not die, but was seriously injured.

Cheng Shi earnestly advised Xie Yang to ask for the bottle of Past Prosperity back, but unexpectedly Xie Yang decisively rejected his suggestion and bought another bottle on credit.

In the end, the weapon was obtained, but a bottle of medicine was also lost.

"I wish you find love soon." Cheng Shi had a complicated expression.

"Thanks."

Xie Yang was grateful from the bottom of his heart.

Cheng Shi disliked it from the bottom of his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that you can chat with me, I wouldn't care about your bullshit love.

But it's also good this way, at least it's fun to watch.

In this world, relaxing your body and mind is the most important thing.

Time passed in a flash, and when I opened my eyes again, new trial information had already jumped into my sight.

Cheng Shi hasn't played for a week, but his competitive form is still pretty good.

[Special Trial (Eternal Night Lost [Memory]) has been opened]

[Matching teammates (1/6)]

[Trial goal: You can always find a way out in the intertwined memories, but the premise is that the night has not dissipated (limited to 12 hours)]

"grass!"

Cheng Shi was stunned for a moment and then started cursing.

It turned out to be a test of my family. Isn't this asking for my death?

[Matching successful (6/6), entering the trial]

In Cheng Shi’s extreme shock, his vision dimmed again.

...

"Sir? Sir?"

There was a bustling conversation in my ears, interspersed with the sounds of clinking glasses and booing from time to time.

Is this in... a pub?

Cheng Shi opened his eyes and found himself sitting at a round table. There were six people at the table, all of whom were asleep on the table. He was the first to wake up.

He looked at his clothes; his collar and lapels were all wet.

Fortunately, it wasn't vomiting. Maybe I spilled some wine while sleeping and my whole body smelled of alcohol.

"Sir, will you continue to serve the wine you ordered?"

The waiter in black stood by, holding the food tray and quietly waiting for Cheng Shi's instructions.

Still need to use it? I've drunk so much, why would I need to use it? Is it for bathing?

"No, thank you." Cheng Shi shook his head and watched the waiter bow and leave. His teammates in front of him also woke up one after another.

"Where is this? The tavern?"

"Uh, headache..."

"Oops, my clothes are dirty!"

"Shennila sheep blood wine is the favorite of Blizzard nomads. In the middle of the civilization era, there was a small country called Bilius to the south of the Blizzard Mountains, where this wine was popular."

"Gulp, gulp, gulp, ah, good wine!"

"......"

Looking at his teammates with different reactions, Cheng Shi looked a little ugly.

There are three men and three women, and there is obviously a scumbag in this game.

"Boss?" The bespectacled teenager who spoke first began to look around quickly, his gaze lingering for a moment on Cheng Shi and the woman who revealed the origin of the tavern, and then asked the latter.

"Fang Shiqing, [Civilization], Singer, Ladder 2047, good morning everyone."

The [Civilized] singer took out a white handkerchief from somewhere and very elegantly wiped his white shirt and black scarf that were wet with his wine stains. Then he raised his glasses slightly and nodded to everyone.

Cheng Shi quickly drew a profile of her: long curly hair, black round-framed glasses, delicate features, and... like a teacher.

And she's an English teacher.

Fang Shiqing, [Civilization], Singer, Ladder to Heaven 2047

The boy with glasses sitting on her right opened his mouth slightly, looking shocked.

"The 2000th round?" Seeing everyone looking at him, he hurriedly introduced himself, "A Ming, Ming as in Mingji, [Civilization], Assassin, Rank 1717."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, Cheng Shi frowned.

This person lied.

I don't know whether he concealed his fate or fabricated his scores. After all, it is difficult to disguise one's profession, and there is no need to disguise it.

But he didn't look like an assassin in his panic.

Assassins tend to be more... capable?

Cheng Shi suddenly thought of Song Yawen. Never mind. Perhaps contrast is popular in the assassin circle now.

A Ming, [Civilization], Assassin, Ladder 1717

"Hello, brother?"

Just as he was thinking about it, the young man called out to Cheng Shi.

Cheng Shi was slightly stunned, realizing that the speaking order had changed to the reverse order at some point, and the young man happened to be sitting on his left.

Is it my turn so soon?

Cheng Shi adjusted his expression slightly and introduced himself cheerfully:

"Cheng Shi, [Existence], Priest, Ladder 1501."

The moment he finished speaking, he saw a lady opposite him frowning slightly.

Oh? That's interesting.

"1500?" Ming's eyes widened. He looked at Fang Shiqing and then at Cheng Shi, and asked in even greater shock, "Another 500 points short?"

"Again?" Cheng Shi smiled.

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