Chapter 30 Lynn Kills the Game
"Has there been any new changes in the bloody words on the note?"
Looking at the image emerging in the mirror, Morris was surprised.
Seeing this, the gloom on Rhine's face disappeared.
Instead, there was an unconcealable sneer.
Sure enough, the autonomous consciousness of the Greedy Box is simply not comparable to that of a clown like the Deadly Golem.
Lin En, Lin En, it was your arrogance that ruined you in the end.
Once the transaction is judged successful by the Greedy Box, the priority will override the rules of the Deadly Golem and will no longer be affected by the forbidden supernatural phenomena.
So at this moment, Lin En is facing a dead end.
Either shed enough blood to satisfy the magic box, or beg Her Royal Highness the Princess for help.
If you chose the former, I'm sorry.
The Greedy Box is called this because its greed has no limit.
The only way to end it is to squeeze all the blood and bones out of him.
As for the latter, it is what Rhine would rather see.
Her Royal Highness the Princess seemed to attach great importance to this guy who liked to show off his cleverness. Although no one knew what happened between the two, this was undoubtedly a bad signal for the Augusta family.
Therefore, once Lin En chooses the latter, His Highness' trust in him will be greatly reduced, or even completely abandoned.
This time, I won.
Rhine finally regained his advantage over Lynn and seemed to have regained his former arrogance.
"Morris, you are the fastest. Go and inform Her Highness and let her clean up the mess."
He ordered calmly.
Melanie curled her lips as she watched Rhine’s temperament change drastically in just a few seconds.
This guy seems to have some kind of "I'm okay again" illusion?
"Wait a minute, what did he do?!"
At this moment, Morris, who had been staring at the mirror, didn't know what he saw and let out a somewhat exaggerated sigh.
interesting.
Looking at the new blood words on the note, Lin En stroked his chin and thought.
According to the rules summarized before, a transaction with this thing must be completed within one minute.
Otherwise it will be collected by force and no compensation will be given.
Not only that, the wooden box would raise its demands every time, but there was only one gold coin from beginning to end.
If you think about it carefully, exchanging a drop of blood for a gold coin at the beginning is undoubtedly a bait, making people feel that they have got a great bargain.
But little did he know that he had fallen into the trap of this thing.
Thinking of this, Lin En pulled out a thin wire from the gap in his sleeves.
After being handcuffed last time, Lin En learned his lesson.
He would hide a piece of wire in his sleeve every day in case of emergency.
Looking at the sharp wire, Lin En did not use it to pierce his index finger.
After all, he has never been the kind of person who would behave himself and follow the rules, so how could he possibly listen to a broken box?
Feeling the time passing by, Lynn no longer hesitated.
He used the wire as a pen between his fingertips, dipped it in the blood that had just flowed from the puppet, and then began to write on the note.
"Give me two gold coins and I'll give you a drop of Lynn Bartleron's blood."
Lynn wrote:
After doing all this, he put the note back into the box, because only in this way would it be considered a complete process.
Then Lynn narrowed her eyes and stared into the box without saying a word.
Anyway, the price this time is just a drop of blood. Even if the magic box wants to take it by force, it will not cause any loss.
In that case, why not give it a try?
A moment later, under Lynn's gaze, the change really happened.
As the two lines of blood words on the note disappeared, a new line of blood words emerged.
"Give me three drops of Lynn Bartleron's blood and I'll give you two gold coins."
It worked.
Looking at the bloody words on the note, Lin En gave a meaningful smile.
This thing really has extremely high intelligence, even not inferior to humans.
And since it is a transaction, bargaining is inevitable.
So at this moment, the reward given by the wooden box seemed to have changed from one gold coin to two.
But at the same time, it demanded more and more blood.
All in all, he is a person who doesn't want to suffer any loss.
What a greedy guy.
Lynn calculated the time.
At this moment, the original deadline of one minute had long passed, but the wooden box did not collect any blood from him.
Does this mean that communication activities such as bargaining are not counted within the time limit?
Lynn was thoughtful.
So he continued to write on the note: "Give me four gold coins and I will give you three drops of Lynn Bartleron's blood."
Soon, the bloody words reappeared.
"Give me five drops of Lynn Bartleron's blood and I'll give you four gold coins."
Lynn was not to be outdone.
"Give me six gold coins and I'll give you five drops of Lynn Bartleron's blood."
In this way, each person and each box seemed to be caught in some strange and wonderful balance.
As blood words were written on the note again and again, the price difference between the two people became larger and larger.
It seemed that if he kept writing, he would be able to cycle with the wooden box forever without paying any price.
Of course, there will always be a day when thunderstorms come.
After all, Lynn is not a machine and can’t keep writing.
Once you stop, the wooden box will assume that the transaction is successful and collect the money by force.
By that time, the price might have accumulated to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of drops of blood, which was simply not something Lin En could afford.
Thinking of this, another guess came to Lin En's mind.
Why did this box keep asking for blood? Could it be that the consciousness inside needed blood to restore its strength and escape from the predicament? Lin En thought this guess was very reasonable.
On the other hand, the reward given by Wooden Box every time happened to be gold coins of the Saint Laurent Empire, which seemed too coincidental to him.
If someone from a neighboring country picked up this box, would it still give out Saint Laurent gold coins? Or is it possible that the box can give out rewards other than just gold coins?
Thinking of this, Lynn suddenly wrote on the paper: "Give me a steam locomotive and I'll give you eighteen drops of Lynn Bartleron's blood."
This is a very different deal.
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Lynn Bartlett's eighteen drops of blood cannot compare to the value of a steam locomotive.
He just wanted to see how the wooden box would react.
Sure enough, this time, his handwriting did not disappear immediately.
It stayed on the note for a moment, as if lost in thought, and then slowly faded away after a long time.
"Give me a drop of Lynn Bartleron's blood and I'll give you a gold coin."
The bloody words reappeared.
And this time, everything seemed to have returned to the beginning.
Is it because the wooden box determined that the transaction could not be completed, so it reset it?
After all, given the size of the box, there is no way a steam locomotive could fit inside.
Lynn seemed to have a guess.
He then went on to write: "Give me a smartphone and I'll give you a drop of Lynn Bartleon's blood."
Your own blood is also not worth a smartphone.
But it was different from the last attempt.
A smartphone can be put into a box.
However, the development of things did not go beyond Lin En's expectations.
With the emergence of blood words, the transaction was reset again.
Sure enough, things that do not exist in this world cannot be materialized.
Lynn thought silently.
In this way, time passed quickly with each attempt.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stretched and stood up.
"I've almost figured it out." Lynn sighed, "It's still meaningless in the end. I wasted so much time."
"It's time to end this boring game."
While muttering to himself, Lin En grinned and gave a malicious smile to the empty room.
There must be someone watching here now, right?
In that case, the next second, Lin En picked up the note that had not yet been put into the wooden box, and then showed it in a certain direction.
On it was a new line of small words he had written.
"Give me a gold coin and I'll give you a promise: Rhine Augusta will set you free."
Once put into the wooden box, according to the rules, it will force the deal.
Next, it was time to torture Rhine.
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Morris was sweating profusely and could hardly speak.
This is too sexy.
Looking at Lin En's repeated pulling with the cycle and the Greed Box, he felt a little scared for the first time.
After all, if he can come up with such a crooked idea, it means he can also use the same shady trick to kill him.
I don’t know how much of a grudge this guy holds and whether he will take revenge later.
Rhine looked at the scene in the mirror without saying a word, seeming to find it hard to accept.
"If I were you, I would go over to him and apologize right now."
Looking at the pale-faced Rhine, Melanie curled her lips.
The level difference between these two people is too big. In Lin En's eyes, he may just be a clown.
hateful!
Damn it!!! At this moment, Rhine was filled with anger.
I thought I could vent my anger, but in the end, that guy was the only one showing off his skills.
Rhine would not accept this result! With his arrogant character, how could he take the initiative to apologize to Lin En? Thinking of this, Rhine, with a livid face, prepared to leave here first.
But at this moment, Lin En in the mirror suddenly gave this side a smile that looked a little weird.
That smile made Rhine very angry.
What are you mad about?!
He was about to explode when he suddenly saw a note in Lin En's hand.
For some reason, Rhine suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Under the gaze of several people, Lin En slowly showed the note.
Looking at the contents of the note, Melanie's expression changed instantly.
"Hurry, hurry up and call Her Royal Highness! If he really puts the note into the wooden box, it will be terrible!"
"He wants to let the contents of the box out!!!"
(End of this chapter)