I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After the dance, the two returned to Lo's room.

Luo, as planned before, told the exclusive butler in the room that he wanted to find something different for entertainment.

The housekeeper brought out another hardcover activity book very skillfully and professionally.

It records all the activities that have not appeared in the external brochures before, and many of them do not seem so ordinary.

The steward smiled and said, "On the high seas, you can naturally have some free activities, and these activities are only open to the most distinguished guests of the Endymion."

"Don't worry, the country of registration of the Endymion is trustworthy, and we will do our best to protect your privacy and interests."

Luo calmly took the activity booklet and started flipping through it.

Xiao Lan also leaned over to watch with him, and there were several projects that looked very shameful just by looking at the descriptions.

Moreover, judging from what the steward said just now, it seems that their behind-the-scenes forces have a certain degree of control over the country where the cruise ship is registered, which is why they are so unscrupulous.

I don't know what the background of this Endymion is, it's so courageous.

After skipping over several items that were obviously going to jail, Luo's fingertips landed on a page belonging to an auction.

This page is very simple, it only says "Mr. Smith's Auction", without any text introduction, and there are no pictures.

This is also the most special project in the whole booklet.

Luo lightly tapped the page: "This auction seems very interesting, why is it so mysterious?"

The butler explained: "This is Mr. Smith's private auction, and the guests who participated were all invited by him privately. If you need to join temporarily, we can help you introduce Mr. Smith, but whether to issue an invitation letter to you is entirely up to you." That's for Mr Smith to decide."

Luo smiled and nodded at the butler: "Then I will trouble you."

Soon, under the arrangement of the housekeeper, they contacted the Mr. Smith who held the auction.

Perhaps because of Luo's status as a newly promoted rich man, the other party was very enthusiastic.

Not only did he directly agree to join him, but even Mr. Smith directly gave Luo the 5000 million quota of junior VIP.

You know, the average ordinary member in his auction has only a quota limit of 2000 million, and the quota directly given to Luo exceeds that of ordinary members, which shows that the other party is optimistic about Luo's identity.

Of course, if Luo wants a higher consumption quota, he needs to participate in it for a long time and accumulate more consumption to upgrade.

Krypton gold can be upgraded, which is an unchanging truth in the world.

After a brief conversation between the two parties, Mr. Smith sent an invitation letter for the auction through the butler.

The whole process seemed relaxed, happy and harmonious, without any difficulty or test at all.

Sure enough, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to spend money.

Problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all, but most of the world is stuck on the fatal step of "being rich".

After the butler left, Xiao Lan played with the delicate invitation letter in her hand.

Luo came over and sat next to him: "Sir, we can take a look at that time to see if there are any suitable auction items that can be used to increase the poverty value."

Xiao Lan turned her head and asked Luo: "Will your organization reimburse you for your consumption at the auction?"

This is a game field, and Luo's wealth in the real world cannot be brought in, and he is not the rich man himself, so he should not be able to use the wealth under this identity.

Luo propped his jaw and thought for a while: "They probably want to reimburse me first."

After all, 5000 million, even if it is a powerful organization, the money is not blown by the wind.

"But don't worry." Luo raised the corners of his mouth, "I can directly write the check with my current identity, and by the time they realize something is wrong, we should have left the game field. If Mr. Smith wants to be held accountable, he should find the cruise ship This recommender."

Xiao Lan couldn't help giving him a thumbs up: "This is called black eating black, it's amazing."

It is probably a doomed disaster for the black-hearted cruise ship to encounter a fake rich man.

-

The auction will be the next night.

The two stepped into the venue with the invitation letter.

The entire auction venue is surrounded by huge floor-standing aquariums, in which countless marine creatures are swimming wantonly, making people feel as if they are in the bottom of the sea.

Xiao Lan couldn't help thinking unromantically, it would be a disaster if people with deep-sea phobia sat in the venue.

Because the person who made an appointment with Father Michael seemed to be a big man, Luo also specially booked a top-level private room, so that he might be able to get closer to him.

The auction will start soon, and one lot will gradually appear.

What appears here is something of unknown origin.For example, some treasures freshly baked from ancient tombs, or collections that are said to be in a certain museum, or items that disappeared many years ago.

It's no wonder that this auction is only open to private individuals, and it must be placed on a cruise ship. Many of these auctions are not known to the public.

Luo pretended to be looking at the host of the auction with great interest, but in secret, a black shadow that only he and Xiao Lan could see spread out from his fingertips. Looking for the figure of Father Michael.

Soon, the corners of Luo's mouth curled up: "Sir, I found something interesting."

Xiao Lan cast a questioning look.

Luo explained in his ear: "Father Michael is with my target, the arms dealer named Carlos."

"It seems that Carlos is not satisfied with his dying old body, and Father Michael promised to help him solve this trouble..."

-

In another top-level private room not far away.

Father Michael was wearing formal attire, talking and laughing with Carlos, who was next to him with white hair. Next to him were a group of tall bodyguards in uniform black clothes.

None of the people present noticed the black shadow spreading from the crack of the door, or they couldn't see it at all.

Father Michael smiled all over his face: "Mr. Carlos, it is an honor to meet you."

Carlos's eyes were sharp, and the smile only stayed at the corner of his mouth: "Heh, is it true that the 'Fountain of God' you said before can prevent my physical body from aging?"

Father Michael said: "Of course, this is a gift from God. The Almighty God will give his believers the authority of eternal life. The most basic God's fountain can prevent aging, and further can restore people's vitality, even the highest level. The fountain of gods can save human beings from being trapped in the fear of death."

His tone was enthusiastic, as if he was a professional MLM.

Carlos frowned slightly when he heard the words, and lit the cigar in his hand.

Accompanied by his movements, the bodyguards in black who had been standing still in the room took out their guns one after another, and all the black muzzles pointed at Father Michael's position.

Father Michael's smile froze: "K...Mr. Carlos?"

Carlos took a sip of the cigar slowly: "I don't like people fooling me with inferior products. The Spring of God is obviously better, isn't it? Mr. Priest."

Father Michael wiped his forehead: "Yes, yes, it is like this, the fountain of God is a gift from God, if you come into contact with too strong power for the first time, the human body will not be able to bear it, especially..."

He thought about the wording: "Especially... people who have experienced some wear and tear on their bodies."

Carlos exhaled a smoke ring, just looked at him, and didn't speak.

The surrounding muzzles did not intend to put down, and they were still facing Father Michael coldly.

Father Michael's hands trembled, and he looked dumbfounded: "Since Mr. Carlos has such respect for God, God should also be infected by your sincerity. He will definitely guide you in the fastest time. I will give you a further God's Spring..."

Carlos smiled: "Yes, I am full of admiration for your God, and I have always been His most devout believer."

Father Michael nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I have never seen a believer like you, it is really touching."

I have never seen a hardcore believer like you, look at this gun, how religious it is.

Carlos waved his hand slightly, and the bodyguards all put down their guns, as if nothing happened.

He slowly took a sip of the cigar: "I used to not like this cigar because it was too strong, but as I got older, I gradually lost the taste of other tobaccos... Aging is really a torture human stuff."

Father Michael hurriedly apologized: "No way, no way, you are still the most powerful arms dealer in the world."

Carlos stared at him like a hawk: "The sacrifice has been prepared according to your statement, when will the ceremony start? I can't wait."

"Tomorrow, at twelve o'clock in the evening." Father Michael whispered in Carlos's ear, "Just at..."

Carlos smiled: "We'll wait and see."

-

Almost in sync with Father Michael's words, in the private room not far away, Xiao Lan, who was listening to Luo's live broadcast, also received a system prompt:

"Investigate what Father Michael wants to do (1/1)"

"The task [Father Michael's Secret] has been completed, trigger the follow-up task [given ceremony]"

[Trigger side mission: Bestowing ceremony]

[Mission Description: Witness the Divine Spring Bestowment Ceremony (0/1)]

[Reminder: This task is one of the side tasks, and completion can trigger follow-up tasks.Side missions are not mandatory, you can give up at any time, there is no penalty for giving up]

I don't know what the so-called "God" is?

I don't know what Father Michael wants to do by pretending to be a human being. Anyway, it must have nothing to do with spreading the gospel and saving mankind.

An arms dealer with bloody hands longing for immortality, and a pagan priest disguised as a human being, this ceremony of giving the fountain of eternal life is destined not to be peaceful.

Xiao Lan was thinking about her mission when she heard Luo's voice: "Sir, how about this?"

He followed Luo's fingertips and saw a gleaming golden scepter. The bid has reached 4000 million, and the auctioneer is counting down.

Look at the radiant colors, look at the finely crafted decorations, all of which reveal——

It's great for morphing into poverty.

Xiao Lan nodded: "Not bad."

Luo took advantage of the situation to increase the price, directly raised the price to 5000 million, and took down the scepter amidst the shouting and cursing of someone downstairs.

Xiao Lan, who watched the whole process, said that she has grown up, and she was able to maintain a calm attitude when facing the poverty value of 5000 million.

This is one small step for poverty, but one giant leap for Xiao Lan.

The auction items will be sent directly to Luo's room after the auction, and they don't need to carry them in person.

At this moment, the goal of the two has been completed, they casually watched the auction on the stage, waiting for the auction to end and leave.

Suddenly, Luo slightly sat up straight, looking in a certain direction with sharp eyes.

Xiao Lan noticed his change: "What's wrong?"

Luo said softly: "I perceive my own fragments, but they seem to be very different from the ones that have appeared before... There is a weird feeling."

Xiao Lan: "Can you confirm his location?"

Luo frowned slightly: "That breath only appeared for a moment, and I can only feel the general direction. I can find it based on my memory."

Xiao Lan said: "Anyway, the bestowing ceremony is tomorrow, why don't we go and have a look at it tonight?"

Luo: "Sir, I can go by myself, don't worry about me."

Xiao Lan insisted: "If you faint, I can carry you out."

Luo who was reminded of a dark history: "..."

He made up his mind, this time he must beat his own pieces until he couldn't recognize them.

The author has something to say:

This was when Luo didn't know that he was comatose and turned into a black cat in apartment 404. Xiao Lan pulled his neck, tied him into a little pig, and left him to eat ashes, and turned into a beggar chicken Under the premise.

The author, who did not want to be named, fled the scene at high speed on a tricycle that had no wheels.