Chapter 139 Mizuki Private High School (XI)
The assassin and the doctor obviously did not expect that although these elves did not have very strong offensive power, they were extremely tenacious in the face of attacks. They were busy for half a day but did not kill any of them.
Moreover, according to the requirements of the mission, even if they killed him, it would not be considered as completing the mission. Besides, there were so many people at the scene.
I could definitely hold on for twenty minutes, but I always felt like I didn't get any clues and it wasn't worth it.
The doctor had not expected this to happen. Now he was surrounded and had no time to look for other clues or think of any solutions.
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly realized that there was more than one person behind him.
With the alertness he had developed from playing the game for so long, he shouldn't have waited until the opponent stood behind him before noticing it, unless the opponent's skills were far superior to his own.
His body trembled. He originally thought that someone wanted to take advantage of his misfortune, but since this person was able to come up behind him silently, it meant that he was sure to hit the target with one strike, and would not give him any time to feel or respond.
Behind me came the sound of an arrow piercing the air.
He was stunned at first, and then the attacking elf in his hand was blown away by an arrow.
He turned around in disbelief and saw the director hugging the eldest lady behind him.
"Give me what you took from the elf."
Bei Xi didn't want to exchange pleasantries with the other party, nor did he want to explain what he wanted. He only spoke coldly, with a hint of impatience, but always with the ease of a superior.
The doctor had never dealt with the president before, and he didn't quite understand whether the other party's current behavior was a deliberate provocation or had other intentions. He didn't say anything for a while.
Instead, the assassin not far away saw the president's route of action, repelled the two elves in his hands, jumped over, and just heard Bei Xi's words.
"What does this mean, President? For no reason..."
The assassin nodded, smiling, "We've already tried it. Returning the items doesn't work. Besides, the mission requires all ten elves to transform into human form, and we didn't take the items for ten people..."
He thought Beixi wanted that thing in order to return it. It was a rare opportunity for him to be more comprehensive than Beixi's expectations. He didn't care about anything else and just showed off blatantly.
Nan Huan felt that Bei Xi, who was holding him, had reached the limit of patience, and he could not help but let out a cry.
"Idiot," Nan Huan was not polite and cursed Bei Xi to vent his anger, "Ten minutes have passed. If you still want to know the clues, stop talking nonsense."
Bei Xi's patience, which had almost reached its limit, was pushed firmly within its limits by Nan Huan's words. He even sneered, as if he was very happy, and let Nan Huan do whatever he wanted without any intention of stopping him.
The assassin's train of thought finally caught up and he finally understood that the other party must have had a clue and that's why he came to ask for the thing just now.
He suddenly felt embarrassed and wanted to open his mouth to refute, but the president said nothing. This was a collective side quest, and even if the quest was completed, everyone could hear the system's rewards.
If he keeps secrets now, does not provide any clues, or says other things with ulterior motives, it will only make himself more embarrassed.
He glanced at the doctor, who understood what he meant and took out the crumpled piece of paper from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.
Nan Huan reached out and took it, but did not open it immediately.
"Where did you meet that transformed elf just now? Who else was at the scene? I need to know everything that happened just now."
Because of the brief meeting between the leaders of Guild One and Guild Five, some players have invisibly approached the center of the talks during the battle, wanting to know if any players have already figured out the mystery of this quest clock.
In fact, facing the attack of the elves, the best effect is for all players to gather together.
They only needed to set up an encirclement, determine the outer attack force and rotation, and ensure that the people inside the encirclement could discuss freely and discover some clues that might be overlooked.
However, since the players knew that among the thirty-one people, there was a planted person, and there was also a player who caused the chaos in the game hall and had some close connection with the system, this made this matter a bit difficult.
However, these difficulties began to dissolve as the first and fifth presidents talked.
After a while, Morpheus arrived with the rest of the people.
"This is a collective side quest. There is no point in us splitting up now."
When Beixi and the assassin looked over, Morpheus explained, and then, regardless of their reactions, he arranged for his men to guard the periphery with Barbie and the others.
The remaining aggressive players also spontaneously went to block the elves, while others gathered around the crowd.
There are only ten minutes left until the end of this side quest. Nan Huan has no time to explore Morpheus's psychology, but she knows what his purpose is. Neither she nor Bei Xi will let down their guard against him.
The two did not comment on the other party's seemingly united behavior, but told Barbie, Twelve and the others in the communication channel to be careful and alert.
"Why are you standing there? Time is running out. I want to ask you a question."
Nan Huan didn't get the answer he wanted to know from the doctor, so he asked impatiently. It was difficult to communicate with people, and he had to repeat a sentence many times.
"Miss, I just went to ask the doctor and a player for clues."
Before the doctor could say anything, a player walked out from the crowd. Her voice was a little low, but the rules were clear. "There are three of us. We will go to the club's recruitment shed to ask for clues. The boy who turned into an elf is a member of the drama club. He stood outside the shed at first to hand out flyers..."
Nan Huan felt familiar with her appearance and immediately remembered that she was the player that other players suspected was planted by the system. She and Liushen had helped the other party out before.
But she was alone originally, so how did she suddenly get mixed up with the people from the Fifth Guild?
The moment Nan Huan thought about it, he understood. It seemed that after they left the discussion just now, the remaining players simply divided into teams in order to prevent the person who was inserted into the team from causing trouble.
Nan Huan turned his gaze to the doctor, as if asking a question.
The other party finally reacted at this time. Although they were not very satisfied with the eldest lady's previous reckless words, because of the order from their own president and the fact that they were really at a loss, they had to tell the other party the relevant clues.
He took over the female player's words and continued, "There was nothing wrong with the interrogation process. At the beginning, we just asked simple questions, but they couldn't explain the clues to the student card. We were about to leave, but I don't know what happened to that boy. He looked at us like he was panicking, stumbled into the shed, took out a piece of paper from under the table, put it in his mouth, and ran away without saying anything. He looked guilty when he saw my expression, so I chased him and was caught."
It was embarrassing enough for a high-end player like him to fall for such despicable tactics, and now he was forced to recount the experience in front of so many people, which made him feel uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the episode just now was not very long and it was explained clearly in just a few sentences.
Apart from the players who were helping out from the outside, the players present, although they had not witnessed his methods, had at least heard of his nickname. Through the thin lenses, a glance at him was enough and few people would gossip about him behind his back.
Nan Huan turned over what the two had said in his mind, as if he was thinking about something, and did not speak immediately.
"You also noticed that the other party suddenly started to panic, um..."
Nan Huan didn't know why she cared so much about this. She was also worried that the doctor's description was not accurate enough, so she looked at the female player, but because she didn't know her name yet, she was a little stuck in asking questions.
The female player didn't care. Instead, she gave her name respectfully. "My name is Ge Yuxin. That person did start to panic suddenly. He was about to hand us a flyer, but suddenly his expression changed. Another player also saw it..."
As she spoke, she was afraid that Nan Huan didn't believe her, so she looked around for the female player who had just talked to her.
Not long after, another female player emerged from the crowd. Before Nan Huan could speak, she took the initiative to speak, "I'm Qingyuan. I can guarantee that they are not lying. This is indeed the case."
She had a ponytail and was not very good-looking. Compared to Ge Yuxin, she was more easily lost in the crowd.
It’s just that Ge Yuxin is more introverted, so she will be noticed by others.
Nan Huan knew that they were talking about the names of the students who enrolled in this dungeon. After all, it was understandable that some players did not want to reveal their titles and real names.
Nan Huan's eyes swept across the three people. No one knew what she was thinking. She just twisted the two fingers of her right hand together unconsciously, as if she was thinking. But after a moment, she raised her eyes.
"Where is the drama club? Take me there."
It wasn't just the confident aura that the eldest lady possessed, but also her great reputation since she entered the game that made the remaining players have no doubts about what she said.
But there is no other person included here.
"Miss, do you have any clues? Can't you share them with us?"
Morpheus had a smile on his face and asked in a steady tone, but the underlying meaning was full of undercurrents.
Nan Huan understood what she meant, but he didn't refute or point it out. He just said, "There are no clues yet. The elf suddenly appeared, and we can't get anything useful from ordinary students. We can only look for the places where he can still maintain his human nature. Maybe there will be some clues. Who knows."
She still held the crumpled paper in her hand. "This is the only clue now. If you want to go with us, just stay with us. If you are not interested, just stay here and fight the elves. There is not much time left anyway. Even if you fail to complete this mission, there will be no punishment."
After hearing her words, Bei Xi's mouth corners curled up slightly.
Obviously, every word the other party said was reasonable and had no other meaning, but these three or two sentences dispelled Morpheus's previous aggressiveness.
Clues and the like are not important at all now. As long as the result of this task is correct, the information about the student cards will be announced naturally. There is no possibility of it being deliberately hidden or kept to oneself.
Therefore, even if Nanhuan really has some clues that he hasn't revealed yet, it won't affect the result at all. This is a side quest where everyone benefits.
Some players are already satisfied that they don’t have to face combat in the encirclement. This kind of troublesome problem should be left to other people with more brains.
So in the end, the only ones who went to the drama club were Doctor, Ge Yuxin, Qingyuan, Murphys, Barbie, and Twelve.
"I'm a little curious, was the young lady injured accidentally?"
As they moved, the elves surrounded them. Nan Huan was held in Bei Xi's arms, and the rest of the people automatically formed a small circle and moved forward in an encirclement.
Morpheus fought off an elf and asked calmly.
I don’t know if it’s a real provocation, or really just curiosity.
Bei Xi looked at the other person with some displeasure, not understanding why the other person cared so much about Nan Huan. There was a hint of darkness in his cold eyes.
In fact, when Nan Huan was talking just now, he was struggling to get out of Bei Xi's arms, but his struggle failed.
However, facing the other party's malicious questions, she seemed very calm, as if she was ready to give up.
"No, it's just that I'm powerless. Letting me down will only cause trouble for everyone, so thank you, President Morpheus. After all, this is also for the side quest, don't you think?"
After saying that, she turned around, unwilling to communicate with the other party anymore. She also didn't care about the elves outside the small encirclement, who were showing their fangs and claws. Instead, she flattened the crumpled paper and read it carefully.
Surprisingly, the piece of paper was not a flyer for the drama club, but a poster for a drama performance.
At the top of the poster, the name of the play is written in Chinese and English - "The Two Gentlemen of Verona".
This is a very famous drama, and it is not unfamiliar to Nan Huan and Bei Xi, who are well versed in the history of British drama.
But what Nan Huan was more concerned about was that the center of the poster was not occupied by two pairs of women as in traditional picture designs, but only showed the image of one person.
However, her left and right halves of body belonged to different genders. One half wore a veil and skirt, looking like an aristocratic lady, while the other half looked like a man wearing jeweled boots.
When their eyes fell on the center of the poster, they both paused unconsciously.
When their eyes met, it seemed that something had been understood.
And in the team following them, there was always a vague gaze, as if they were trying to find out something.
It took them less than three minutes to move and they found the tent where the drama club was recruiting new members according to the location pointed out by Ge Yuxin.
Thanks to the elves, the middle and back sections of the venue are still relatively intact and have not been damaged.
With the shelter of the shed, they only need to defend themselves at the outermost area to prevent the elves from getting close for the time being.
There are several tables under the shed, on which are piled many posters and recruitment flyers. There are also various posters on the walls inside.
Some are surprisingly designed, while others are directly drawn. They have different styles and bold colors, which are very eye-catching.
I don’t know if it was because the classmates didn’t have a bad impression of the elf to begin with, or because the elf originally belonged to the drama club, so the students here didn’t seem to be panicked when they left.
Apart from the poster on the table that was a little messy, everything else was in good order. It was hard to tell that he had suffered some major accident and left suddenly.
"We were standing right here just now, and he was standing right at the door, handing us the poster, and then he suddenly ran inside."
Ge Yuxin was quite active. As soon as she arrived at the position, she couldn't wait to demonstrate the positions and movement routes of the few people just now.
She had been cleared of suspicion by Liushen and Nanhuan before, and was not someone planted by the system. She behaved so actively, and it seemed that she really wanted to find some clues from this side quest.
The remaining two people also agreed with her.
Nan Huan was finally let go from Bei Xi's arms, but she was actually still tense.
The previous dungeon was already overloaded, and after logging out of the game hall, I only had less than two hours, not including a break, and in the blink of an eye I was back in this dungeon again.
Bei Xi hugged her because on the one hand he didn't want her to get hurt, but more importantly he wanted her to have a good rest.
But there are so many tasks coming one after another that there is really no time.
"Did you see anything?"
Morpheus glanced under the small shed and interrupted Nan Huan's thoughts.
"Can't you see for yourself?"
Twelve was not in a good mood. She had been fighting all the way and had just been replaced to catch her breath. As a result, she heard such a sentence and instantly became furious. "Why are you giving orders here? Go out and kill monsters if you have nothing to do. Don't get in the way."
No wonder Twelve was so sarcastic to her, she always felt that this man seemed to be dissatisfied with the eldest lady.
Murphys was suddenly confronted with this and felt a little embarrassed, but there was no one like her at the scene and no one to support her, so she had no choice but to shut up.
Nan Huan ignored the other party's bad tone, but did not stop Twelve either.
He just stopped at the table against the wall and saw a stack of posters under the table. There were signs of being moved and crooked in the middle.
"Did that person just take something out from down there?"
She asked Ge Yuxin casually, pointing to the stack of posters under the table.
Ge Yuxin was still standing outside the shed. From her angle, she couldn't see all the posters under the table and could only glimpse a corner.
"It was at that position, but he was squatting down, so we couldn't see it. When he stood up, we found that he had something in his hand, which he rubbed before putting into his pocket."
She recalled diligently, not wanting to miss any details that would prevent Nan Huan from getting the correct answer.
Nan Huan stood there comparing the angles without answering. Bei Xi had already moved a pile of posters from under the table to the table to make it easier for her and herself to check.
I don’t know how long this copy world has existed, or how long Shuimu Private High School has existed, but in any case, the drama club’s performance repertoire is quite rich.
From "Macbeth", "Hamlet", "Pride and Prejudice" to "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and "Romeo and Juliet", it has everything.
However, compared to the poster of "The Two Gentlemen of Verona" that Nan Huan and Bei Xi had just seen, these posters seemed quite ordinary and there was nothing special about them. They were also works that Nan Huan and Bei Xi were familiar with.
Until she found a more alternative work from the stack of posters.
Nan Huan felt that it should not be called a poster because the whole picture looked more like an oil painting, and the painting did not indicate the name of the play, the actors, and the time, unlike other posters.
Secondly, given Nan Huan's rich knowledge, she didn't seem to remember any classic comedy poster that looked like this.
Furthermore, although the other posters are also hand-painted, most of them are painted with gouache, but this one is an oil painting, and the thickness is slightly different.
“Is there something wrong with this poster?”
Perhaps it was because Nan Huan and Bei Xi's gazes stayed on it for too long, Morpheus spoke again. She learned from the lesson just now and did not say any discouraging words. She acted as if she really cared about this side quest.
"Of course there's something wrong," Nan Huan's fingers were still stroking the poster, as if he was looking for something, or just caressing it, with a casual tone.
"What's wrong?"
Morpheus just asked casually, and found that he hit the nail on the head. He was a little unbelievable, so he hurriedly asked again.
“This is not a poster, this is a painting.”
Nan Huan was serious, but her eyes never left the painting. However, her fingers seemed to have smeared something she suspected on the painting.
After she finished her first sentence, all the players present stretched their necks to see what she was holding, but she even dropped the second sentence and no one noticed anything wrong.
But it was Nan Huan's serious tone and the noble air about her that made others feel that what she said was right, without any doubt, and they were just too stupid to understand.
Among so many people, only Twelve stupidly came forward and said, "Miss, what's wrong with the oil painting? Is there something wrong? Isn't this the drama club? Is there a mistake?"
She had been on guard just now and hadn't had a rest yet. She asked breathlessly.
"Hmm... the possibility of a mistake should be very small. This painting was stuffed in the middle of the arranged drama posters and was placed under the table. The possibility of a mistake is very small. It must have been intentional."
Nan Huan's attitude towards Twelve was obviously much better. Not only did he not beat around the bush and explained everything clearly, sentence by sentence, he also took out a handkerchief from the control panel and handed it to Twelve, asking her to wipe her sweat.
Originally, with Twelve's fighting power, it shouldn't have come to this, but Nan Huan did not forget that the system had directly cut off half of their health points when they entered this copy.
Except for Bei Xi who had experienced the battle and did not look tired at all, the rest of the players were obviously not in good condition.
Twelve happily took the handkerchief and wiped it on his face. He did not forget to use his appreciation ability to evaluate the painting in Nan Huan's hand, "Who is this painting of? It looks very majestic, but it feels a bit weird."
"Um?"
Nan Huan finally looked up at her and asked an obvious question, then raised the painting and glanced at the others around him, "None of you know him?"
There was obvious surprise in her words, even more than the discovery of the painting, especially mixed with obvious confusion.
This tone was like returning to an elementary school classroom, where the teacher pointed to a question that had been explained several times and asked them why they still didn't understand it.
Although her tone was very gentle, it somehow made everyone present feel a little guilty, as if it was their fault that they could not recognize the person in the painting.
Although in real life, Twelve has not yet graduated from high school, in the game, the guild has a special teacher to teach her, just to prevent children of her age from neglecting their studies, and the president will also check her learning situation from time to time.
Sometimes Twelve felt that just completing dungeons and occasionally dealing with guild matters was tiring enough, and when she had to study, she could not help but feel lazy. However, she knew that the guild leader was doing this for her own good, so she always worked very hard.
Now hearing Nan Huan's question, although it was not just directed at me, I still felt a chill running down my spine. Could it be that I had missed some lessons?
Isn't that right?
She once again turned her gaze to the one-eyed, white-haired and armored man in the painting, and confirmed from his facial features that he was definitely not Chinese, so it was normal for her not to recognize him.
There is a golden throne behind the man in the picture. He is standing with something like a spear in one hand, golden rings on both hands, and armor on his body. There are two crows standing on his shoulders and two wolves or dogs standing under his feet. In short, he looks quite majestic.
Twelve felt that although there was a throne in the picture, he was still standing there, and the spear in his hand was pointing into the void, which was a bit awkward.
The others lowered their heads in embarrassment when they were suddenly questioned.
Only Twelve took another look and confirmed, "I don't know, this is not in the teacher's course."
She was very sure, and looked at Bei Xi while speaking, as if to tell her that it was not that she did not study hard, but that the teacher did not teach her.
Bei Xi's mouth twitched, of course not just for Twelve. She walked to Nan Huan with a complicated expression, lowered her head and explained in Nan Huan's ear.
"A normal high school, or school, would not teach Norse mythology to students as a course or even as extracurricular reading material. It is understandable that they don't know it."
Bei Xi had explained it very tactfully. After all, Nan Huan had never really been to school. All her knowledge, except for some elite family courses, was her own interests. So to some extent, she had a certain degree of misunderstanding of the courses in ordinary schools.
"is that so?"
Nan Huan said sincerely, "It's a good thing that we came to this instance."
The other players didn't know what the president said to the young lady. They just saw that the other party's eyes changed from confusion to pity, and then she seemed to think that her previous question was not right. She simply coughed twice, held up the painting, and explained it to them seriously.
"This painting depicts Odin, the king of the gods in Norse mythology. The spear in his hand is Gungnir, the eternal spear. There are two wolves under his feet, a crow on his shoulder, and the supreme throne behind him."
She paused in the middle of her speech to gauge the reactions of others and confirm whether they understood what she had condensed.
However, most people's faces were filled with blank confusion.
What did I miss, why did I jump to Norse mythology all of a sudden?
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