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15 gray crystal coins were not enough to sell Weston.

Weston, who didn't know his exact value, didn't expect that someone was planning to use the low price of 100 blue crystal coins to pick up Weston's dusty gem.

"Don't worry, this money won't come to you. If you do, your agent will come forward to negotiate."

Seeing Weston's pitiful expression, Lan Hua had never seen anyone like Weston before. After showing a smile, he turned the question to what happened last night.

When faced with his creditors, Weston did not dare to be presumptuous and cooperated obediently.

Whatever Lan Hua asked, he answered.

He told what happened in detail.

Of course, he didn’t mention anything about his Golden Finger in Borderlands.

It's a pity that Weston's knowledge is too shallow, and he doesn't know that in the secret realm Rubik's Cube, his every move is under the surveillance of others.

Weston focused on his suspicions about the old guy who brought him wine.

The one who drugged himself must be the old guy.

"Boss Hungry Wolf, in the arena service work, mechanical puppets are responsible for delivering drinks and food, and no one is doing the service. This is the case even in private rooms."

Papa, who was facing the wall, mustered up the courage to interrupt the conversation between Weston and Black Dog and tell a detail.

"Fuck, I knew there must be something wrong with that old guy."

After hearing this, Weston jumped up and cursed angrily.

Lan Hua nodded in understanding, becoming more convinced of his guess.

The fake Queenge who led Weston into the private room No. 9 and the elderly service staff who brought drinks into the private room were obviously the same person pretending to be the same person.

However, that guy's transformation ability is mysterious and difficult for the Stigmata Wizard to detect. It is impossible for him to find the other person based on this line.

After talking with Weston for a long time, Lan Hua determined that he could not dig out any clues from Weston and ended the inquiry.

Before leaving Weston's ward, Lan Hua suddenly took out a card surrounded by blue light from his pocket.

Weston looked curiously at what Lan Hua pushed in front of him.

[Treasure house lottery ticket*1, first-level blue quality prop. With this item, you can open the treasure house of the secret realm and randomly draw a blue-quality collection as a reward for your contribution to the exploration of the secret realm. 】

Isn’t this the reward for clearing the hidden secret realm of the Evil Dragon Altar of the Cursed Dragon God?

If what Papa said is correct, he failed the secret realm challenge over time and was forced to exit the secret realm. How could he receive the clearance reward?

"Is such that."

Lan Hua looked at Weston's confused expression and explained calmly.

"Although your secret realm challenge failed, the follow-up is the secret realm that I sent people to clean up. But in the secret realm, you have already cleaned up the secret realm with only a few mobs left. My people did nothing when they went in, and they are not worthy of taking it. This is a raffle ticket.”

"And this is just a first-level blue quality lottery ticket. My people are not first-level rookies, so it is a waste of effort. Why not give it to you, so that you are not wasting your time in the secret realm."

Before Lan Hua finished speaking, Weston was already holding the lottery tickets and excitedly came up to give Lan Hua a warm hug to express his gratitude.

The reward that was lost and found really made Weston so happy.

Lan Huake was not used to other people being so enthusiastic. He took two steps back to avoid Weston's vicious dog from attacking him, then left after saying a few words.

"And the tactical backpack you left near my wizard tower. I put it in the locker outside the hospital. Remember to ask someone to pick it up."

Lan Hua left in a hurry, and he could vaguely see a trace of embarrassment.

The wizard apprentices produced on the assembly line of the Life Breeding Center do not have the care of their parents and relatives, and most of them are relatively introverted.

Facing a mad dog optimist like Weston, it is really too much to bear.

Weston held the lottery ticket and kissed it hard.

Originally, Weston thought that he had failed in the hidden secret realm of the Evil Dragon Altar, and that he might have gained nothing except experience points and the flintlock gun.

Unexpectedly, through twists and turns, this treasure house lottery ticket finally fell into my hands.

Weston thought for a moment and did not open the lottery ticket immediately.

Winning a prize is a big deal.

According to the experience of the earth in the previous life, this kind of drawing of cards to open treasure chests requires bathing and burning incense, washing hands and singing war songs to open good things.

Now that conditions are limited, I don’t expect much else. I must wash my hands.

Weston just finished using the toilet, although he had washed his hands.

But if you wash it again, you will definitely be able to wash away the bad luck brought by poop on your hands.

Weston held the lottery ticket in his mouth, ran into the bathroom, washed his hands over and over again, and spent a full stick of incense before returning to the ward.

In Papa's crazy eyes, Weston clasped his hands together, held the lottery ticket between his fingers, knelt on the hospital bed and muttered a prayer outside the window.

"The Great Merciful and Greatly Compassionate South China Sea Gatling Bodhisattva, the Omniscient and Almighty God Jehovah, Allah, and the Three Purities of Taoism. Who of you has boundless power and can shine on this world? Give your disciples some blessings, help them enlighten me, and bless them to enlighten me. Come up with something good. I will give you a good priest with the pig's head."

Papa seemed to have never heard of these gods that Weston was talking about.

I wonder if these unheard of gods are evil gods and why they like pig heads.

Someone who would like this kind of thing must not be a powerful god.

When Papa was thinking about whether he should go find the black dog that just left and report that his hungry wolf boss was a lurking cultist.

Weston had quickly gotten up from the bed, entered his witchcraft power into the treasure house lottery ticket, and activated the lottery ticket.

After the lottery ticket was activated by witchcraft, it turned into a stream of blue light and turned into a blue vortex in front of Weston.

Through the vortex, Weston saw a huge space filled with countless treasures emitting various precious lights, floating in it, as if the stars in the universe were rotating according to their own orbits.

Is this the legendary secret magic cube treasure house?

Weston looked at the legendary treasures emitting dazzling beams of light, his greedy eyes looking around, and he was drooling to death.

Feeling the activation of the lottery ticket, the treasure house vortex opened, and the treasures near the treasure house vortex began to tremble.

Then according to the rules of the vortex opened by the lottery ticket, four first-level blue quality treasures flew out from it and floated in front of Weston.

When Weston first saw four treasures coming out, he thought there was a bug in the treasure house lottery and almost flew up with excitement.

But Weston quickly remembered the relevant rules mentioned in the books he had read in the academy.

Understand that this is the selection function of the treasure house lottery ticket.

The holder of the witch power input of the treasury lottery ticket can choose the one that suits him best from among several treasures randomly selected from the treasury.