Players Please Get In the Car

"It should be possible." The woman in purple said uncertainly: "According to the accumulation of dungeons, players who hold dungeons are not completely separated from their identity as players. It is reasonable to be able to use personal panels. Otherwise, how would they be affected by Protect yourself during an attack? But the game has regulations for dungeon holders, and dungeon holders can only use the dungeon rules to kill people."

“Then do you think there will be a copy of the puppet maker’s authorization letter in the castle?” someone asked.

More people thought that the copy of the power of attorney must be carried by the castle owner with him, and they had seen it at dinner for several days in a row.

“There are very few dungeons that are actually held by players. Sometimes the dungeon boss that looks like a human may not necessarily be a human. Do you think the castle owner looks like a human?”

 Everyone is not sure. Although the face of the puppet maker cannot be seen, the same effect can be achieved by wearing props.

"He didn't even speak. Those servants were also puppets, maybe props." The sweet girl's eyes were sinister, "I don't know if he bought them or made them himself."

There are very few people who have dual careers as players and tool makers, especially ordinary players. How can they be in the mood to study how to make tools when they are busy running around? Moreover, tool making also requires talent. Not everyone can do it, like a paper craftsman who can There are not many players selling their own props in the game, but if they can really mass-produce props, especially those in the studio, even if the dungeon boss is a former player, his strength will not be too weak. According to the rules, he may It cannot actively attack the player, but if the player seeks death and attacks the holder, it is another matter if others do not fight back.

 After some discussion, everyone still felt that it would be safer to go through the customs in an orderly manner.

 Xu Huo could tell that a few people were a little bit insincere in what they said. He probably knew that the copy of the authorization letter must be placed in the copy when it was opened, which made him a little moved.

 After finding a doll, the players did not go to the restaurant to rest, but searched aimlessly in the castle.

Xu Huo was also looking for it. Not only did he look for it, he also asked the painting girl to go out and look for it too.

The goal of the painting girl was still so simple and clear. She wanted to enter the puppet maker's studio. This time everyone watched her pry the door, but before the door could be pried open, servants No. 1 and 2 appeared at the same time. They invited The painting girl went to the study and said that the master wanted to see her alone.

The painter was really worried about not being able to get through the door, so she waved her hand to Xu Huo and followed him happily.

"Aren't you worried at all?" the sweet girl encouraged: "Aren't you afraid that the master of the castle will do something bad to her?"

Xu Huo glanced at her and said, "If anything happens, I can blow up the castle."

 It can be regarded as a method to control her in the same way.

The sweet girl smiled and turned to admire the dolls in the showroom.

Phosphorus whispered beside him, "If you encounter the boss of a small dungeon dungeon, you will have eight lifetimes of bad luck. No wonder most high-level dungeons no longer limit the area. If you can't pass the level, you will blow up the dungeon. Who can bear this?"

“The dungeon is not so easy to explode.” The older man advised everyone to be realistic. This is a B-level dungeon site. Who knows whether the castle will be a high-end prop, and it is hard to say whether it can be exploded.

　　Everyone was waiting for the painting girl to come back, so more people simply waited in the corridor. Unexpectedly, she brought back several dolls when she came back. In addition to her own dolls, there were also four servant dolls.

She waved her puppet happily and ran to Xu Huo to show it to him.

The two-hand-long doll gradually grew up after landing on the ground, and eventually grew to be as tall as the painted girl, and could do some simple actions. There were four other dolls that could also grow up, and their looks were similar to those of 1 and 1 in the castle. Numbers 2, 3, and 4 are similar, but the numbers on the back are changed to 5, 6, 7, and 8. These four dolls are much more flexible and can do things according to the instructions of the painting girl.

"Where did you get so many dolls?" Fluorescent Pink asked in surprise: "Did you steal them?" The painting girl looked at her unhappily, turned back to Xu Huo and said, "The owner of the castle gave it to me, and he also said he would make one. Give me a doll just like you."

"Really?" Xu Huo looked at the doll of the painter. It was no longer an ordinary doll and was a prop.

“This probably has nothing to do with our clearance.” The woman in purple hesitantly stretched out her hand, wanting to pick up the shrunken servant doll and take a look at it. However, before she could touch the thing, the painting girl stood up and blocked it.

 “What are you doing?” The painting girl stared at her, “This is mine.”

"I don't want your doll, I just want to see it." The woman in purple retracted her hand.

“If you can really clear the level by getting these dolls, do you think the owner of the castle will give them to her?” the sweet girl said.

 This is true.

 “Then are you still prying open the door?” Phosphorus brought up the old matter again.

 The painting girl was a little embarrassed, "He gave me the gift I wanted. It would not be good to damage other people's things."

A group of people were speechless, but they felt that the gain was not worth it if they were allowed to pry the door open. They stayed outside the door for a while and then returned to the restaurant.

The painting girl couldn't stay in the restaurant any longer. She said hello to Xu Huo and followed the doll into the tower of the castle. When Xu Huo returned to the restaurant, the others didn't pursue it, because arguing with a fool would make them look like the same. Fool.

"I don't know how such a person became a B-level player." The fluorescent fan lay on the dining table, glanced at Xu Huo who was sitting on a chair and flipping through scriptures and props, and said with a hint of envy: "I also hope someone will take me to lie down Clearance."

 The painting girl could not hold the props, and after losing interest, the scriptures ended up in Xu Huo's hands.

The words on it disappeared after being peeled off and killed, but the lines drawn by the painter with an ordinary pen had the same weak power as the words at the back of the scripture. But he tried it and found that these words need to be read out before they can be used. , so he used the pen in the man's toolbar to write the word "cut" in the blank space of the scripture and then read it out.

The surrounding players were all startled by his sudden movement, but they did not expect that the word "cut" was connected by strokes in the air into lines and then sealed in an invisible barrier for about half a minute. Dissipated automatically.

 The power is not very strong, and it is a prop suitable for delaying the opponent in group battles.

However, it may be that the power of the props cannot be exerted in the hand. The man in the long coat's profession is linked to religion, so there must be a reason for choosing scripture text.

 After discovering that he was just using props, several players who stood up to avoid him were a little annoyed. Although they didn't say much, their demeanor was obviously not as friendly as before.

 “Yun He died in a high profile.” The woman in purple reminded him.

"He didn't die in a high profile," Xu Huo said lightly, "but because someone happened to restrain his fighting habits."

  It certainly didn’t take a day to develop a high profile, but the group battle props failed before they were effective. He was proud of his ability to win by quantity and was blocked by strong electricity. It can only be said that he was a bit unlucky. (End of chapter)