Chapter 161: The Rose Factory

Thinking of what would happen between Bai six and Hearts after the other timelines, Tang Erda gives Hearts a look of, indescribably, complexity and sympathy.

But he quickly reined in his unnecessary excesses and succinctly answered the question Hearts had asked him earlier, "I think it's this third level game, it's a new game that no one has gotten into yet."

Bai six has always enjoyed new games, especially when there is an opponent, and his advantage in a new game is put to the maximum.

"The Rose Factory?" Hearts lifted her eyes, a smile lingering on her face, "It feels like a very romantic game, and an indescribable match for your skill set, Mr. Hunter, I'm sure you're sure you'll be able to kill the newcomer who stole my little witch in this game."

Hearts looked at Tang Erda with an obscure Buming gaze: "Mr. Hunter, I will do everything I can to help you, and I believe you can already fully feel my sincerity, but my only request is that no harm be done to the little witch, in or out of the game."

Tang Erda was eerily silent for a second - Liu Jiayi had helped Bai six take his shot, and now it was life or death Buming.

Hearts quickly and sagely averted her eyes from Tang Erda's face, she didn't probe Tang Erda's silence much, only just mentioning as if casually, "I heard that my little witch had a gunshot wound when she came into the game, I hope that doesn't happen again, Mr. Hunter. "

She smiled with dignity and grace: "She is the child I have raised, she is very important to me, any harm to her would be a reprimand for my failure to protect her, a disappointment for the happy future I promised her, and I don't want to see her pay the price for being with the wrong person."

"I don't want her to be led astray by anyone else, so you can do whatever you want with the adults who lead her astray."

Tang Erda feels a familiar trickiness.

...... Hearts The fact that this woman is extremely protective is ...... very troubling.

Liu Jiayi is now in her guild, and the woman seems to have a lot of affection for Liu Jiayi, and even though Liu Jiayi is quite literally defecting from the guild, it seems that Hearts doesn't even care now.

With the league about to start, it was clear that Hearts needed Liu Jiayi as a player and only needed Liu Jiayi to return safely, and she had made it clear that she would leave everything alone as long as Liu Jiayi returned safely... ...

If he had touched Liu Jiayi, Hearts would have found a way to get back at him by using her skills to find out who he was - and the woman had already shown signs of doing so.

"These three are all reserve members of our guild fighting excellence." Hearts sidled up to the three players who had been standing behind her and stepped forward, introducing them briefly, "They are all players who have trained with the young witch and know her skills and habitual attacks well enough to know how to keep her under control without hurting her."

Hearts lifts the brim of her hat, her pupils are the same light brown as Su Yang's, there is a softness in her charming face, a softness in her eyes that Tang Erda knows well, and even her voice bears a slight resemblance to Su Yang's.

"Mr. Hunter, I'm entrusting everything to you." She leans forward slightly, those eyes becoming more and more like Su Yang's and her voice starting to sound masculine.

Hearts stood on tiptoe and whispered intimately in Tang Erda's ear, "Then my witch, I'm counting on you to bring her back."

"Captain."

The captain's voice, which seemed to be a lie, mixed with a wavering smile, snapped Tang Erda to her senses.

Hearts had turned and walked away a long way, leaving him with only a very feminine back and a grumbling-like laugh, "Mr. Hunter is so wary of me, it's not like I see the whole of that face in your heart ......"

Tang Erda's face darkened for a moment and he didn't say much to the Hearts' players, who had brought him in, and after carefully telling them to watch out for Bai six's money passing through their hands and not to make any monetary deals with him, the four men entered the game together.

[The game "Rose Factory" has gathered players, the game will start soon ......]

Bai Liu's eyes opened during the game, and a small, dark TV in the multiplayer area lit up with a loud electrical noise, showing Bai Liu's blood-stained face on the side, followed by five TVs lighting up around him at the same time.

After a brief moment of dumbfounded silence, the audience flocked frantically to Bai Liu's small TV when they saw the re-emergence of the legendary newcomer that has been discussed on the forums for who knows how long.

"Holy crap!!! It's too steep to go straight into a level 3 game and move up a game at a time!"

"I just saw Hearts rounding up the strung out players, can't be him ......"

"Haven't you read the forum yet? Didn't they say Bai Liu came in with a wounded little witch in his arms this time! Hearts must be trying to hang him for hurting the Little Witch! The King's Guild's team this year is built around the Little Witch's skills!"

"I see a lot of King's Guild prep players, but last time Bai Liu won against the Scavenging Zombies, so maybe this time, too!"

Wang Shun looked with a very dark face at the person who appeared on the small TV next to the Bai Liu one - it was the Rose Hunter!

In terms of battle prowess alone, the Hunter is harder to handle than those three reserve guild members put together.

But these ordinary players were not familiar with Hunter, a player who had been a recluse for a long time, and with Hunter hiding his panel, these ordinary spectators were not aware of Hunter's strength and were still excitedly anticipating an exciting match-up - Bai Liu's comeback victory against overwhelming strength earlier had raised many spectators' The audience had great confidence and expectations.

But Wang Shun has seen the Rose Hunter league.

The reason why these guilds are, to this day, paying high prices to hire hunters for the league is because the man has not lost a single match - that is a pugnacious, almost God-given strength.

Two years further back, the crowd wasn't the same group of players who hadn't witnessed the Hunter, and the moment the Rose Hunter's bullet was fired, the crowd was already cheering for the victory he possessed - it was a subdued battle by a top league player, and simply not something that the current Bai Liu could compete against

In a league game, Bai Liu would be dead if he met a hunter.

But there is a silver lining in the game - because there is a shop system, Bai Liu can cash in a lot of points to disrupt or counteract the Hunter's attacks and find a way through the game.

Although this is costly, it is the only way Bai Liu can go at the moment.

...... also not sure if Bai Liu's little points will hold up ......

Wang Shun was standing in front of Bai Liu's small TV, about to recharge it, when Hearts suddenly walked into the viewing area of Bai Liu's small TV with a group of people.

The crowd spontaneously dispersed, giving a space at the front of Bai Liu's small TV to the sudden arrival of Hearts.

Wang Shun changed his appearance warily, pulling his hood back and retreating to the back of the crowd, but not backing away, instead looking away, frowning at Hearts who was tilting his head and propping his face up as if he was admiring Bai Liu's small TV.

The Queen's look of great interest in Bai Liu gives Wang Shun a very familiar, unsettling feeling ......

Hearts turned around, she smiled and gave a slight bow to all of Bai Liu's viewers as if to be polite: "Although I'm interrupting your viewing, from now on, Bai Liu is officially the number one enemy of the King's Guild and we forbid anyone from liking and charging his favorites, so I hope you'll be understanding. "

"We'll have members of the King's Guild standing by Bai Liu's little TV until he drops into the No Name Zone, and I'm sure none of you want to get involved in the strife between us and him, so I hope you enjoy the other players' little TVs."

Hearts smiled and waved her hand downwards, and the members behind her fell into line as she moved, lining up ably and quickly at the edge of Bai Liu's small TV viewing area to form a human wall of defence.

The King's Guild members in the direction of the human wall stood expressionlessly with their hands behind their backs. The middle and senior members of these guilds were extremely intimidating to ordinary players, and even if the central hall could not hurt each other, it would be difficult for these general audience to have the courage to cross this human wall to give Bai Liu a point of charge.

And for those league players who are really interested in Bai Liu, it's obviously not a very sensible move to risk offending the biggest guild in the game by giving Bai Liu a like with Hearts on the field and the league starting in two months.

Wang Bolong, who had been excluded from Bai Liu's small TV area by a wall of people, stood with a grimace outside the area of the small TV, pulling down his hood to hide his face and looking away from the Bai Liu small TV, which was guarded like a dragon by the Queen of Hearts and was untouchable.

This is going to be really bad ......

Without enough points, Hearts wants to drop Bai Liu straight into the No Name Zone, which is a direct attempt to kill Bai Liu's game ......

If you fall into that [zone of nowhere], the small TVs in that place are all bad small TVs, the TV screens are basically snowy and noisy, the players are live in it, it is completely unreadable and naturally you can't tell who is who, and because of this, there is not a single viewer in the [zone of nowhere], no one cares about the players on the TV at all.

That's why this place is called the [No Name Zone], because by falling to this place, you lose your name and become just one of the millions of ordinary players without a name and dying.

If Bai Liu's TV falls into the "No Name Zone" where the abandoned TVs are piled up, even if viewers want to give Bai Liu a like and recharge, they will not be able to find Bai Liu's TV among the thousands of abandoned TVs, and without a like and a recharge, Bai Liu's TV cannot come out of the "No Name Zone".

This enters a dead loop - once they fall into the No Name Zone, even if the player enters a new game the next time, the mini-TV will only start in the No Name Zone, so as soon as a player falls into the No Name Zone, they are stuck struggling forever to become a monster, or die, in this abandoned screen with no human viewing noise.

It couldn't be easier for a large guild to use its resources to block the upward mobility of a strong newcomer, otherwise there wouldn't be so many strong newcomers choosing to join the guild to be exploited by stealth rather than develop on their own.

Wang Shun, as one of the key mid-level people who has been helping to screen information and newcomers for the King's Guild, actually rejects this kind of oppression and monopoly at heart - because this is how he joined the guild, having been coerced into it after learning of his skills.

But no matter how much he dislikes this behaviour, Wang Shun has to admit that unless a guild of the same level as the King's Guild is willing to come out and fight the King's Guild for Bai Liu, the situation is insurmountable - Bai Liu is bound to fall under the King's Guild's strict guard. Bai Liu will fall into the No Name Zone and enter a dead end.

But unfortunately, the guild Bai Liu owns, the Scavenging Guild, is at least one league championship away from developing into a major guild on the level of the King's Guild.

Wang Shun has changed his appearance again as he puts on a mask and heads somewhere behind the hall with a deep gaze.

-- he knew of a guild president who might be interested in Bai Liu in this situation.

The richest guild in the game - the fifth guild, the League of Gamblers.

But before he can find reinforcements, Bai Liu must first not be killed by the hunters.

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Meanwhile, the temple of Lalaye.

It is a small island in the sea, or maybe it is not enough to describe it as a small island, but rather a corner of a huge abandoned old building that has come up from the depths of the sea.

Neat and filthy tall grey-white stone pillars lie askew against the deep blue water, and swimming fish can be seen beneath the shifting waves devouring the rotting vines on the dark green stone steps.

Atop the magnificent stone steps of the shrine, a man with a black hood and a mask of a spiral disc of a positive cross who had sat motionless for a long time suddenly moved.

This startled the grey still deposited on his old black hood and a seabird of the Buming variety, which had nested on his shoulder.

He slowly and leisurely removed the nest from his shoulders and placed it on the ancient, dust-covered stone tabletop in front of him.

The tiny bird jumped out of its nest and pecked his fingertips senselessly, then hopped up to a card placed on a stone table, face down, and the bird looked with its own petite eyes at the idols sitting around this table.

Around this masked figure sit eight strange, oddly shaped, slippery idols with normal human appearances on the upper half of their bodies and a variety of bizarre, unsettlingly frightening tentacles, thick fish tails, mottled bird feathers and parasitic plant shapes on the lower half.

Their holy eyes are closed, and although they are mere statues, they appear inviolable and inviolable, with an ancient and sacred sheen flowing over their time-corroded texture, making it difficult to look directly at them, to consider them, as if one more look at their ugly and horrible lower bodies would send one into an uncontrollable frenzy, offering up one's soul to these ancient gods and killing oneself.

The only thing to be thankful for is that these gods are still sleeping, and the unfortunate thing is that it seems as if they are sleeping as if they are going to wake up the next moment.

These idols are perched on a stone platform with their eyes closed, and the lower half of the figure, which sits motionless in its mask, begins to turn to stone, its toes covered with coiled snails, moss and root tubers of dense, grass-green, Buming species of plants.

They were seated around an immense stone table.

The stone table is heavy and ancient, full of potholes from the weather, and originally engraved on it, the monster of a giant octopus tentacle is strangely identical to the symbol of the Bureau of Dangerous Heresies.

Opposite this man sits a man who also wears a hood, but appears much more relaxed and tidy than he does. His face is hidden under a solid black hood, and only his white to transparent neck is visible as he extends his bony hand from under the hood to touch the damp cards face down on the table.

"Prophet." He spoke with a plausible smile, "This is the fourth night of this game of werewolf killing we've played, who are you going to test?"

The seer sitting opposite him was silent, with only the sound of the giant waves lapping rampantly against the old shrine.

"Do you need me to review this whole werewolf game you must be playing with me?" The man spoke nonchalantly, his fingers tapping over several other cards that had been turned over.

"The first night you verified nothing, I devolved a mermaid." The man's fingertips tapped slowly and deliberately on a card of Siren King with his eyes closed, "It was a peaceful night when no one died."

"On the second night, you examined a thief, I put down a mirror, and this night the werewolves, under your guidance, killed a guilty puppeteer and a villager suffering from a crime, sanctioning two [Sinwalkers] as your victory."

"On the third night, you put a [witch] and [Cupid] under, and I put [Blood Lich] under, and this night you guided [Cupid], or Liu Huai, to connect [werewolf] and [witch], and the werewolf sanctioned two [sinwalkers], but [Cupid], an innocent, also died because of the werewolf, so this night we drew, and you played A beautiful matchup."

The man's fingertips are running over the deck of cards on the table, and in front of him is a card of a Joker who is smiling madly.

The reverse cross symbol drawn under the right eye of the joker on this card is the same as the one on the back of this man's shirt.

The man's fingertips eventually settled on the face of a hunter's card entangled in rose vines, and he looked across to the man, the sea breeze blowing his black tent up.

"This up hunter card is the last of your god cards to be tested, prophet, are you going to test him this night?"

The seer, whose lower half had been petrified, was quiet for a moment and replied softly, "I will examine him, and ask if he is a man, a god, or a monster?"

The man opposite the prophet said with a wry smile, "This hunter was about to become a god, and then became a man after being chosen by you as a hunter, and now he is about to become a monster in an endless cycle of reincarnation."

"Prophet, are you sure you want to devolve this card? You lose this game if either the werewolf or the hunter kills someone, and the next night you'll only have yourself, the God Zhang card, to play - if the gods are all tainted, the werewolf slaughters the side."

The prophet closed his eyes, "Yes."

"Then I'll place a rose." The man opposite the prophet flipped over a cardboard card in front of himself and he whispered, "I like the smell of it, I think it goes well with you the devolved hunter, there is an air of dying despair."

"- like the smell of a monster."

On the turned cardboard was a rose that had been placed in a long cylindrical glass vessel, drooping down into buds that felt like they were about to fade.