Chapter 235: The Game Pool

Wang Shun was helpless, trying to stop Bai Liu: "There's no such thing as playing in the league and playing in the casino."

"Do the rules allow it?" Bai Liu gave Wang Shun a sidelong glance.

Wang Shun gave a pause: "The rules allow it."

But he added anxiously immediately afterwards, "But the teams whose players go down have basically never survived pre-season, and manipulating the casino requires a lot of money and manpower, and also puts a huge amount of psychological pressure on the players, who will get hammered by the crazed gamblers if they lose!"

"Then just keep winning." Bai Liu replied simply.

He interrupted Wang Shun who was about to continue, "The guild is in your hands, the next one should not be too flat, be careful not to show up with the other members."

"-easy to get beaten up by other guilds."

"...... Why did you get beaten up?" Before Wang Shun could respond, Bai Liu waved his hand lazily and walked towards the group of people waiting for him outside the circus.

Soon, Wang Shun understood why Bai Liu had said that the next step was not to be a flat one.

" Mr Wang Shun, there's a row on the forum!" Someone rushed in to report to Wang Shun, still looking around anxiously, " Where's President Bai? Someone is posting on the forum under his guise!"

Wang Shun opens the system panel, his face fading into a dull expression.

There are dozens of red posts at the top of the forum, and the posters are not anonymous, but are nakedly giving their real names - all Bai Liu.

In these dozens of posts, he has sharply mocked the top ten guilds, criticising each of them and at the same time praising his own team, the Wandering Circus, and arrogantly giving Spades, the number one player in the rankings, a letter of battle -

-- [I'm not too happy about having Spades second on my body, but I'm happy to see Spades with Bai Liu second on his body].

Wang Shun staggers back two dizzying steps and almost drops to his knees!

It's the height of the support season, and the slightest spark between the fan support groups of the major guilds can blow up the sky, so the guild teams are careful not to let their opponents catch them in the act.

Now that Bai Liu has dropped so many "atomic bombs", all the firepower on the forum has been focused on Bai Liu, and it's been a huge brawl.

A number of angry fans have already come to surround Bai Liu and beat him up in the air to relieve their anger.

Wang Shun, who had been left in a mess by Bai Liu, was left with a huge headache, slumped in his chair and laughed bitterly with vacant eyes: "You're a real bastard, Bai Liu. ......"

The other end.

Instead of repenting for what he had done, Bai Liu became more and more arrogant, putting on a pair of exaggeratedly decorated sunglasses from somewhere and strutting to the game registration portal, escorted by the circus members, tilting his head and starting to select the game he wanted to log into.

Mu Sicheng looked around alertly and wondered, "Is it just me? Why do I get the feeling that there are a lot of people who are very hostile towards us ......"

"It's not your fault." Muke clicked on the forums and frowned, "The forums are full of discussions about us, but they're all negative ...... cause someone claiming to be Bai Liu has been posting a lot of provocative posts about other guilds."

Liu Jiayi went up to take a look and then after skimming through all the posts, her expression turned ==.

It doesn't take much to figure out that Bai Liu is responsible for this kind of psychotic operation ......

--This reverse-marketing exercise is pretty extreme, and while it has attracted them a lot of attention, Wang Shun should be in for a real headache.

After all, if these fans can't find Bai Liu as the right person to vent their anger on, they will most likely take it out on the guild ......

During the discussion, angry-looking players continued to approach Bai Liu and his team.

In his post, Bai Liu gave a clear description of the characteristics of the entire roaming circus, even the type of shades he was wearing, so these players recognized Bai Liu immediately.

After Bai Liu had selected his game, he turned around and slowly flicked his sunglasses down a little, revealing a pair of smiling black eyes as he looked at the players approaching him.

He seemed to find the scene before him amusing.

But Bai Liu quickly turned his head, "Get in the game, we plan to play at least ten games a day, and if anyone can't hold it, call a halt and get back in after the break."

The five men disappeared into the very centre of the crowd.

A pair of apple-green eyes in the corner watched the scene with one movement before turning into a tertiary game.

Inside the Gamblers' Guild, Charles pulls out the silk scarf from his chest.

The golden threads of fate embroider a crown on the silk scarf, and the face of Bai Liu appears and disappears as Charles pockets the scarf and, with a smile, raises his red wine glass and clinks it into the void.

"- To victory and money given by fate, here's to it."

Inside the King's Guild, Hearts shakes a bottle of Psyche's tears, which Liu Jiayi returned to her.

Hearts' eyes drifted far away through the teardrop-shaped glass bottle, as if remembering some long-dissipated soul behind this lingering tear, until someone knocked on her door.

Someone pushed the door open uneasily and reported in a whisper, "Empress, Bai Liu seems to be entering this year ......"

"Then enter." Hearts put away the glass bottle and returned flatly, "We've done all we can to stop him, and this result we've got is probably the real result."

Hearts looks at the photo on his desk, a group photo after a major clearance - guild leaders are like that, needing to do a lot of ritualistic things to cement people's trust in them, like group photos.

Liu Jiayi is pictured lifting a corner of the witch's veil, a rare innocent smile on her ever-cold face, looking trustingly at Hearts standing beside her in a treacherous, uncertain fog - the backdrop to this dangerous game of third degree.

But this danger also seems to dissipate for Liu Jiayi's clean smile.

In the background stands a goofy Liu Ji, a wounded Qi Yifang crouches at Liu Jiayi's feet with a big smile and a yay, while the giant Titan kneels silently in the background, half-kneeling, although he tries hard to keep his head down, the camera only captures his chin.

Hearts stood in the centre of the group, with Liu Jiayi in her arms - the twin core of this year's team, surrounded by everyone.

Her eyes lingered on the photograph for a moment before she reached out and covered it up.

Hearts put the glass jar in the deepest drawer and looked up, "Put the word out that the little witch has defected from the King's Guild."

The reporter's back lurched and he looked up with red eyes, "Empress, the little witch really can't come back ......"

Hearts continued to give orders without the slightest hint of emotion on his face, "...... Bring up our original secret rotation player [Sister] for the Little Witch and arrange for her to enter the game pool today and I will begin her special training as a full team member... ..."

The debriefer's head dropped feebly, "...... Yes, Empress."

As the reporter was about to turn and leave, Hearts suddenly called out to him, "Wait."

The debriefer turned his head and was surprised to find the ever-committed Empress now propped loosely on her forehead, her gaze unfocused on the photograph on her desk - a photograph he remembered that the Empress had just suppressed.

For some reason, she stood this picture up again.

The debriefer asked carefully, "Is there anything else, Empress?"

Hearts' eyes dropped as she stretched out her white fingertips to gently stroke Liu Jiayi in the photograph, sighing softly as if in despair and helplessness, closing her eyes wearily and tossing out two boxes to the reporter.

"--These are the two Transcendental level props originally intended for the young witch, one contains a pair of contact lenses that can be permanently visualised, no harsh environment will affect their use-" Hearts was quiet for a moment, then continued, "- the other prop is a potion that can be drunk to restore sight forever."

"You take it to her for me." Hearts said faintly, "And take a message to her - next time I see you, we'll be on the field."

"- Let her, whatever she chooses, future or betrayal or doubt, not regret running away from it and watching with her own eyes."

"That's kind of the last thing I taught her."

The reporter stood for a long time, bowed and stepped back, "Yes, Empress."

Hearts sat alone in the dark for a long time looking at the photograph, which she eventually put in the same drawer that contained Psyche's tears.

In the deepest recesses of this drawer, there is a faint glimpse of a much older photograph of a young Hearts sitting on the lap of a man whose face cannot be seen, encircled by his waist, arms raised in carefree laughter.

Hearts locks this drawer, gets up and leaves without looking back.

Golden Dawn Guild.

Although this third-ranked guild has such a shiny name, its headquarters is actually located in one of the game's darker divisions, and from the outside, the building is drab and uninviting, just like the guild's style of operation, understated and austere.

But in contrast, the interior of the building was brightly lit, as bright as summer day, with system panels analyzing large amounts of data constantly dangling in front of players going back and forth, looking serious, like a test base for some high-end technology, not at all like a guild where players gather.

Golden Dawn is a very unique guild. Compared to highly open guilds that allow players to join and exit at a larger footfall, Golden Dawn, like the Killer Sequence, is a very inwardly sealed guild.

No one knows what the criteria for joining Golden Dawn are, except that very few players are able to join or leave the guild, so there are very few regular players in the guild - which makes the guild's inner workings a bit of a mystery.

Most guilds have the same impression of Golden Dawn as Wang Shun has of it - it seems to be a largely foreigner-only guild.

And as Wang Shun remembers it - the president of Golden Dawn is also a foreigner.

"Knock knock knock-!" There was a knock on the door of the President's office, " Captain Georgia, something to report."

"Please come in."

The door was slowly pushed open and sitting behind the desk was a tall, slender man with long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.

The captain, Georgia, has a dark yet soft profile, a high nose and, in the words of his fans, a pure elegance like the dawn of time with a luxurious touch of gold, which simply means he looks expensive.

The captain was voted into the safety line by rabid fans on his first appearance in the league and received the get-out-of-jail-free gold medal, a gold medal notoriously obtained by his face - currently third in the face popularity rankings, just below Hearts, which has to do with Georgia's seclusion and lack of appearances.

His side face looks as if he is quite approachable, but when he looks at you with his front face, that feeling dissipates instantly.

Georgia's eyes are so focused and powerful that you can't help but get the illusion that [I seem to be important to him], but once you get to know him, you'll realise that he's just watching to see if you're dangerous.

As is his character, his long, smooth dark brown hair is tied neatly in a high bundle at the back of Georgia's head, but his face is decidedly unhealthy, with a peculiarly cold whiteness around the edge of his lower lip that is not at all evident in his normal demeanour.

The man who had come forward saw Georgia propping himself up on the table and instantly tensed up and made him sit down, "Captain, you're still healing from your old wounds from the heretical attack contamination, just sit and listen to my report!"

Georgia clenched her fist and coughed lightly twice, apologising before sitting down.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and continued to report, "Captain, it's like this, the Heresy Authority in District One has recently taken in two heretics, one called Rose Perfume, Extra Class 1 Red, and one seems to be a corpse mass related to Rose Perfume, which is said to be very dangerous and the existing danger classification is not yet able to classify it."

"These body parts are said to influence other heretics to evolve, so it's not good to put them in Zone 1, where the most heretics are gathered, and prepare to transfer them to the Heretic Authority Zone abroad."

"-Currently Sector One is leaning towards transferring to our division, which is Sector Three." The man handed over the system panel, "Sector One has allowed us to clear out a stronghold ahead of time to bear that heresy of unknown danger alone, Captain if you agree to Sector One's application, we'll log out of the game and start making preparations."

Georgia took the other's system panel, but frowned a little when she saw the signatory on the application, "- how come it's Captain Cen Buming of the second detachment, isn't it usually the captain of the third detachment who makes the application for such an extraordinarily red heresy transfer? "

The man hesitated for a moment, as if he didn't know what to tell Georgia, but finally threw up his hands in surrender under Georgia's direct gaze and had to tell the truth: "- I heard that the leader of the third detachment had left the team."

"Leaving the team?" Georgia was stunned, "Why would you leave the team? This captain seems to love the job."

"- you don't treat everyone as if they were you, Captain." The team member complained, "Not everyone is as much of a workaholic as you are, you have to go to work and train even though you can take time off with an injury, the Heresy Authority is so tiring and the pay isn't as good as making extra money in the game, I can totally understand why this branch leader quit."

Georgia gave him a bland look, "It's a sacred job."

The player had the good sense to make a zipping motion over his mouth and stop talking.

Georgia agreed to the request and handed the system panel back to the team member, who took it and gave Georgia a worried look, not leaving, but asking in a whisper, "-- Georgia, is your brother still upset about going on a mission with you without him and getting hurt? Georgia, is your brother still upset with you for not taking him on the mission and getting hurt?"

He used the title [ Georgia] instead of [Captain], which is clearly an attitude of asking about personal matters.

Georgia's pace of paperwork slowed, and he curled his fingers around his pen, but did not look up.

The player understood: "Or are you still angry because your brother hid the game from you for a year and secretly joined our guild as a team member this year to prepare for the league, only to have you break it up?"

Georgia still hasn't said a word.

The team member couldn't help but chatter, "Young people are reckless and impulsive, he did it because he was worried about you, maybe you could talk to him, you're the last family he has, you know you're not well after being affected by that heretic, and you're always suffering from injuries, he just wanted to protect you... ..."

"He's the last of my family too." Georgia looked up as he interrupted the player, "If he had thought about my feelings, he shouldn't have done this without my knowledge."

A light flush appeared on Georgia's normally calm and self-possessed face as his emotions rose and fell, and his breathing quickened so much that he looked down and covered his mouth, choking violently.

"OK! OK! I'll stop!!! Georgia you calm down!" The player stepped back with her hands up in the air in a breathless manner, "Take a deep breath!"

Georgia raised her hand with a cold expression, "Please get out."

The team member turned away helplessly and finally whispered more against the door, " Georgia, I heard that the leader of the third detachment quit the team for a man called Bai Liu."

"It is said that he made the rose perfume, but somehow District One freed him and took the captain of the third detachment with him and ran away with him, and some say that the captain of the third detachment followed because he fell in love with this Bai Liu, otherwise no reasonable explanation can be found."

The player shrugged his shoulders, "Sounds outrageous doesn't it? I think it's outrageous too, so it's just gossip, just listen."

With that, he quickly closed the door and fled before Georgia, the old curmudgeon, could reprimand him for his gossip.

Georgia in the room, staring in contemplation: " Bai Liu ?"

At the other end, Bai Liu and his group, who had swiped enough for ten games, emerged from the game.

Bai Liu's shirt and trousers were soaked through, and he looked as if he had been fished out of the water, but in fact they were all sweat, Muke was on the ground as soon as he came out, and Liu Jiayi sat on his butt, half dead and panting heavily.

Mu Sicheng was the only one better off, leaning against the wall and pouring himself a stamina rejuvenator, sweat dripping down the ends of his hair.

Tang Erda, of course, was in the best shape, and apart from a wet back, she looked as good as she did before she entered the game.

The players who had tried to be mean to Bai Liu in the game login area had already gone numb - this was the tenth time they had seen this group of people in the game login.

This group of perverts ...... would swipe a Level 2, or even Level 3 copy in less than half an hour on average, and the games on the screen were being extinguished one by one by this group as if they were devouring them.

The audience in the mini-TV section was even more dumbfounded - they watched these five people with their mini-TVs on thirty-two times faster, sometimes not even understanding what the game was about, as these five people were already quickly logging on to the next game.

There were a lot of people on the forum who called Bai Liu ungrateful, but now the forum is silent and none of them dare to squeal.

Tang Erda Absolute powerhouse squash, so shocking.

Where did Bai Liu find such a horrible main attacker? How high is this guy's attack panel and how do these guys manage to keep up with Tang Erda's attack speed? Can you see the speed of this guy's shots?

With the huge amount of attention, these discussion topics managed to replace those originally put up by Bai Liu and became a hot topic of discussion for everyone in the entire game.

Bai Liu, lying on the floor, stroked back a handful of his hair, pulling the wet, dripping strands to the back of his head, exhaled freely and looked over at Tang Erda with a smile: "You're the highest charge point getter among us in those ten games - it looks like These spectators love your looks and strength, and so do we, of course."

"......" Tang Erda wasn't very good at discussing issues like his attractiveness, so he changed the subject raw, "That's it for today's game training, log out of the game and you'll need to find out about your future opponent's specific information."

"Why is there still ......" Mu Sicheng let out a miserable howl and sat down lifelessly.

Bai Liu gives the OK gesture.

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Inside Bai Liu's rented house.

Bai Liu pulled out a whiteboard and some markers from somewhere and set them up so that Tang Erda could write and explain, while the others sat on the bed opposite the whiteboard, lined up and looked at Mr. Tang who was about to give a lecture.

Tang Erda was uncomfortable being stared at by a past enemy with such thirst for knowledge, but he barely managed to suppress it, cleared his throat, lifted a red marker and began sketching instructions on the whiteboard.

"The top ten guilds in the game are your number one enemy, you should be prepared to fight any of them, as the saying goes, know your enemy and you will win a hundred battles, next I will explain to you the characteristics of each battle group in order of guild ......"

Tang Erda looks around the room with her eyes fixed.

"As I don't particularly know the warbands in the Slayer sequence, and you all have a deep knowledge of the King's Guild, the guild we are explaining today is the third guild -"

"- Golden Dawn Guild."

When the lecture was over, the others packed up and went home and went to school, Bai Liu looked at Tang Erda who was sitting in front of the whiteboard staring at the words [Golden Dawn], poured a glass of water and brought it over, "You know their president, right?"

Tang Erda paused, not taking Bai Liu's water: "I'm not going to ask how you know anymore."

"I can see that." Bai Liu put the water aside and sat down next to Tang Erda, "You're deliberately avoiding explaining his skills - that's generally how you treat people you know, can you tell me about Georgia the president?"

Tang Erda pulled a cigarette out of her pocket and compared it to Bai Liu: "Do you mind?"

Bai Liu smiles: "You know I don't like the smell of smoke, but you can smoke if you want."

Tang Erda lit her cigarette and took a long, leisurely drag, "-I don't really know him well, only as a colleague, he's from the Heresy Processing Bureau, Zone 3, in charge of high-risk heretics."

"To be precise, the one person who really knows him well -" Tang Erda looks to Bai Liu - "is you, Bai Liu. Bai Liu."

Bai Liu gets it: "What happened to me and him in the other timeline?"

"Your man Mu Sicheng was smuggling heretics overseas when he ran into Georgia on patrol, captured him, handed him over to you, and after you did something to Georgia, or used some kind of heretical contamination, released Georgia back after one night. "

"But after Georgia went back, her body got weaker day by day, and every day it was like she was undergoing some violent torture, so delirious that she couldn't even say exactly what you had done to him that day, and sometimes she would act suicidally."

Tang Erda exhaled a slow puff of smoke: " - Later, Georgia's brother Armand ambushed the smuggling line managed by Mu Sicheng to avenge his brother and died with him. "