Although the character has been selected, what should I do if I don't enter the play?

In God's Buddha, the city of peace, during the coldest winter every year, Holy Spirit Academy will recruit a group of new students and hold an entrance ceremony.

Angelo was wearing the uniform issued by the academy, and stood refreshed on the square in front of the academic tower, feeling excited.

Here is about to be the beginning of a legend, and it is also the first step for him to climb to the top in the future.

An Qiluo first took a rough look at the faces of the students around him, and after confirming that there were no familiar faces among them, he was a little relieved.

But even so, it was difficult for An Qiluo to confirm whether there were other players among this batch of freshmen.

The naming system of "New World" is different from other holographic games. You can't call it whatever you think of, and you can't use some strange word combinations, and you can't add punctuation marks to the name.

The name that the player chooses for his character must conform to the customary naming rules in "New World". Simply put, it must sound like a game native.

And when two players meet, if they don't use skills on the spot, they can't see through each other's identity, which is also a special fun of the game.

But "New World" has now changed from a dreamy beauty to a real nightmare. Players must carefully survive while being unable to determine each other's identities, which makes it more difficult for players to cooperate.

After all, there are a large number of people trapped in "New World", and there are many dangerous elements with dark hearts and extreme thoughts among them. Therefore, players who can survive the first two years have more or less learned how to hide their own information, and will not casually- Expose - come out.

Seeing his friend looking around, Tim seemed a little absent-minded, so he hurriedly reminded him in a low voice, "Look, His Royal Highness is coming to the stage."

An Qiluo calmed down, stood up straight, put on the appearance of a good student, and looked expectantly at the podium.

Fix adjusted Ashburn's sleeves.

He straightened the sleeve studs above, and said in a low voice, "This morning, Duke Uriah asked His Majesty to talk about drinking at the dinner."

Ashbourne nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone, "The final conclusion seems to be to reduce the alcohol content of all banquets and replace them with more drinks. I really admire him. He was able to convince my father."

His Majesty likes to drink, and sometimes when he becomes addicted to alcohol, the Queen can't persuade him.

Fix showed doubts on his face, "This is what I care about. He risked offending the king to make such a strange suggestion... After all, Duke Uriah never drank alcohol, and no one dared to force him Go drink."

Ashburn smiled and said, "Maybe I really caught him last night?"

Fix reluctantly buttoned up the other sleeve. His Royal Highness doesn't like to decorate with these shiny and useless ornaments, and only takes them out to wear temporarily when he needs to attend formal occasions.

Auston was obviously a warrior with little information. He stood aside and heard the conversation between the two, and couldn't help scratching his head, wondering, "Then why is Duke Uriah so kind? Does he have another conspiracy?"

Ashburn raised his hand, straightened his straight collar, and said casually, "Maybe I want to start with drinks that replace some of the drinks. The winery is my mother's property, and the drink manufacturers that supply dinner now are It's within his sphere of influence."

Fix was stunned, and said in shock, "Your Highness said so, it is really possible. If the property under the banner can be included in the royal family dinner, the fame effect will greatly increase the promotional efforts, and the money will not be a problem."

Did Auston be smart for a while, slapped his head, and said, "He wants to save money, and then..."

The three of them knew what to do next.

In other words, it is not difficult for the various forces at the center of this power struggle to guess what the duke is thinking.

Make money, recruit people, train soldiers, seize power!

This is a power change process that the nobles have seen many times. If it succeeds, history will be written; if it fails, there will be no bones left.

Thinking of this, Auston couldn't help but said worriedly, "Has Duke Uriah gotten serious this time? I see that you are all too busy discussing and have no intention of doing anything."

Ashburn lifted the curtain, raised his legs and stepped up the steps. Before going out, he turned his head slightly and said with a smile, "It's okay, the largest supplier of raw materials for making that kind of drink happens to be under my name."

Fix: "..."

Austin: "..."

Fix spoke suddenly, and said, "I recall, the first time Duke Yuria tasted that drink, it was at a ball invited and hosted by His Highness the Great Prince."

The two looked at each other, emotionally, and lighted a candle for Duke Uriah in their hearts, which could only burn for half a minute.

A grand, wonderful and inspiring speech ended with warm applause from many students, and Ashburn returned the podium to His Excellency the Dean.

He walked away from the curtain behind, chatted with Fix and Oslo for a while, and after arranging today's tasks and things, he bid farewell to the two and walked out of the square alone.

At times like this, Ashburn was not afraid of being alone.

After all, this is the interior of the Holy Spirit Academy, which has many powerful magicians and warriors. If you still encounter assassination, even if you go back to the palace, you will not be able to sleep peacefully.

As soon as Ashbourn walked a few steps, he saw a handsome young man with long red hair. He seemed to have sprained his foot. He was leaning against the edge of a flower bed, frowning, and stretched out his hand to squeeze his ankle.

Ashburn stepped forward, bent slightly, and asked, "Why, are you injured, do you need help?"

The red-haired young man seemed to be taken aback. When he raised his head, there was a bit of surprise and embarrassment in his eyes.

He shook his head unnaturally, and declined politely, "No, thank you, it's just that it's a little twisted, it's hard to walk back to the dormitory, but I can handle it myself."

Ashburn smiled and said, "Then you should be more careful."

After finishing speaking, he got up and continued to walk forward, his movements were natural and elegant, crisp and neat.

Angelo: "..."

He watched the man leave without looking back, feeling as if his heart had been stepped on by a feces-stained cat's paw, which was indescribable.

Isn't it rumored that His Royal Highness is kind, gentle and friendly?

Seeing that his junior was injured, he didn't take the initiative to help, but he just refused, why did he take it seriously!

An Qiluo stood up angrily, and released a healing skill on his ankle, and soon the red and swollen part returned to normal.

Looking at the healed wound, he was very satisfied, and even had a trace of pride.

Healing skills are very common and standard in many games, but in "New World", this is a skill point that can only be obtained by luck.

In fact, not only healing, but all skill points in "New World" are not given at the beginning.

"New World" does not release tasks directly, but if the player accomplishes something, no matter how big or small, the reward mechanism may be triggered.

For example, if you help the elderly in the village to carry water, you may get an apple that has the effect of nourishing blood, or if you help clean up the mobs that threaten the residence, you may be rewarded with a basic skill book.

By analogy, whether it is life skills, professional skills, or even some special skills, players can only have the opportunity to obtain them through active exploration and actions.

An Qiluo leaned against a fruit tree beside the flower bed, squinted his eyes, and recalled the strategy posts he had read before he was trapped in this game.

Based on the experience of some holographic games in the past years, it was analyzed that in "New World", there should also be NPCs that can be attacked.

An Qiluo thought for a while, and decided that the best way at present is to successfully win the eldest prince, so as to ensure that he can live a carefree life in the future without any worries.

Otherwise, if you want to attack an ordinary native, it is not difficult, but it is of no great use.

It's like simple-minded Tim, if it's given to him for nothing, he doesn't even want it...

If your status is not high enough, you may be coerced in the future. Wouldn't it be too late to attack someone with a higher status?

If you want to gain a firm foothold in "New World", you need no influence.

Angelo only felt that the time was a little tight. He would venture to Godfrey this time, and he also heard that the world situation is very tense recently.

The two factions of players who advocate breaking the game with reason and those who advocate breaking the game with war have already fought like fire and water.

Angelo never takes sides. For him, whether it is to explore and solve game puzzles through various means, or to shake the central mind by setting off killings that spread across the entire continent, that is the job of advanced players.

As an ordinary player, it's better not to participate too much, as long as you work hard in the game to live more comfortably, and after those advanced players pass the level, they will sit back and enjoy their achievements.

An Qiluo thought about a different way to catch that handsome, wealthy and powerful man. Unfortunately, the current king is older and looks average, otherwise he wouldn't mind attacking the other party directly. Father.

After a while, An Qiluo moved his right foot. After confirming that there was no remaining pain, he turned around and was about to go back to the dormitory first. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw Tim looking at him not far away.

An Qiluo froze for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Why did you come out..."

Tim stepped forward and said, "I didn't see you, so I thought something happened, so I ran here to look for you."

Judging from the other party's expression, it should be that Prince Ashburn has not been seen.

Angelo shrugged, as if nothing had happened, and explained, "I just feel that the auditorium is a bit stuffy, so I came here to get some air."

Tim stopped three meters away from him and asked, "Is it ready?"

An Qiluo nodded calmly, "Okay, it's considered smooth breathing."

Tim shook his head and said, "I'm asking about your ankle injury. I didn't expect you to order the medical skill, which is quite useful."

An Qiluo was stunned for a few seconds, and when he realized it, he opened his eyes wide.

The opponent is not a native, but a player? !

The two looked at each other for a while, and An Qiluo said with a vigilant face, "What are you trying to do by hiding your identity and lurking beside me?"

Tim blinked, confused, and said, "What is lurking...without skills, how do I know you're also a player."

Angelo thought to himself, this is true. Without using skills, Tim really can't judge who is the same kind, and neither can he himself. It's fair.

Angelo frowned and said, "Then what is your purpose for coming to the academy, so we won't have conflicts?"

Tim sighed, and said, "Probably not, I'm just dawdling in the city, so there's no conflict, unless your goal is to bloodbath Godfrey."

An Qiluo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, it doesn't matter if he meets a player, as long as he is not the kind who fears the world will not be chaotic, it will not hinder him.

After the two re-introduced themselves, they let down their guard a little bit and chatted while walking.

Tim asked first, "You came to the City of Peace to avoid the turmoil outside?"

An Qiluo nodded, "It's not just me, there are probably many people who are looking for a suitable shelter as long as they have a high enough level."

Godfrey, a powerful city of peace, will obviously attract many players who love a peaceful life.

Of course, it will also attract speculators like him, but no matter what, it is better than being wiped out like other small forces.

Looking at the still blue sky, Tim couldn't help but sigh, "The real world and the new world are the same...peace is precious."

An Qiluo was silent, and it was not easy to survive two years and meet players who could chat a few words.

If you meet a player with a broken mind and a loss of morality, you will probably be murdered and robbed.

In the evening, Duke Ulea, who learned that the raw material supply point refused to be acquired, threw away his most beloved set of porcelain unhappily.

He threw all the cups and teapots on the thick carpet without making a sound.

He seemed to be indifferent, and said angrily in front of everyone, "You can't monopolize raw materials, you can't reduce the cost of drinks at all, so how can you earn enough money to recruit troops and complete the cause of rebellion!"

While comforting the Duke, the servants next to him picked up the things on the ground, pretending to pack them into the trash can, and planned to wipe them clean and put them back tomorrow.

From time to time, Duke Uriah had to act out a small drama in which the process of rebellion was hindered and unfortunately died in infancy. They were not surprised, and they were used to it.

Persuading and persuading, but not daring to control, the servants had no choice but to keep their mouths shut, not to speak out, for fear of bringing disaster to the Duke.

What puzzled them was that His Royal Highness, who was always being targeted, still liked to act together... I don't know if the Duke found out.

"My lord, the eldest prince is coming to visit, and he is already waiting in the front hall." The butler Jacob bowed respectfully, "He said he wanted to discuss with you about the supply of raw materials for drinks."

"He behaved like a villain, how could he still have the face to come here?!" Su Yunqing maintained the majesty that a duke should have, as if furious, took a leather-whip-whip from the wall, and strode out door.

The first rule of the rebel faction is to belittle the opponent no matter whether it is justified or not.

When he came to the front hall, without saying a word, he directly swung the small leather-whip, and said unceremoniously, "You dare to play with me, and you want to show off, it's just a joke!"

The second principle of the rebels is to seize every possible attack opportunity.

Ashburn turned his body slightly, calmly avoiding the dark leather whip.

Looking at the whip-tip that was whipped on the carpet without even a single hair flying, he said, "It was my fault that I didn't make it clear to Uncle Wang before, so I came to the door today because I was going to hand over the raw materials to the factory. Ownership is transferred to Uncle Wang."

Su Yunqing's hand waving the whip couldn't help but pause, for a moment, it seemed that it was not easy to whip it down.

What did the other party say just now?

Want to give up the lifeline of the economy?

People nowadays are so supportive of the cause of rebellion...

Su Yunqing narrowed his eyes and asked cautiously, "...What do you mean?"

Ashbourn smiled and said, "I just want to please Uncle Wang, thank you for fighting with reason in front of father, so that the palace banquet will not become a drunkard's carnival."

Su Yunqing doesn't really understand the thinking logic of His Royal Highness, although he also thinks it's not good to drink alcohol for nothing, but shouldn't the focus be on making money in business?

Or maybe...they have plenty of money, so they don't care about such petty profits.

Su Yunqing felt a little jealous when he thought of the rich property that the eldest prince inherited from his biological mother.

Comparing it with the small treasury that I have worked so hard to make ends meet, it makes people feel frustrated all of a sudden...

Seeing that the Duke suddenly looked a little unmotivated, Ashbourne couldn't help asking, "If you have any other opinions, please be sure to speak up."

Where did Su Yunqing have any objections, he spread out on the high soft chair dedicated to the Duke, snorted coldly, and said, "You are still responsible for the supply of raw materials, but the purchase price is set by me, even if you lose... you are also responsible."

Ashburn's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "I see, you don't need Uncle Wang to worry about these trivial matters."

Did you hear that, in other people's mouths, it's a trivial matter that can lose one's money!

Su Yunqing deeply felt that the gap between rich and poor is an important obstacle to the cause of rebellion.

They don't even have money, so what can they use to resist the royal power, just rely on their mouths.

He waved his hands in a disinterested manner, and said, "Is there anything else? I'm going to take a nap."

Ashburn stood up and said sincerely, "Do you need me to rest with Uncle Wang?"

Su Yunqing: "...No need."

There was a bit of regret in Ashbourn's tone, "I remember two years ago, when Uncle Wang first came here, he always slept with me, but now I can't go back to the old days."

Su Yunqing tried his best to recall the scene of wandering casually after being recognized by the king as his brother-in-law and moving into the palace...

Who would have known that it would be His Royal Highness the Eldest Prince who personally went down to the lake to rescue the children who fell into the water in the cold weather?

Normally speaking, those in power are more life-saving.

What's more, he accidentally discovered a beautiful red mole on the shoulder blade behind the other party. For some reason, he took him back to the residence with a thought.

As a result, after staying for a few days, I realized that this is one of the objects to be defeated in the future.

Su Yunqing didn't really want to recall the past that went against his original intention. He came here to rebel, not to make friends and talk!

Su Yunqing said bluntly, "I don't remember, Jacob, see off the guests."

The gray-haired butler walked over cautiously, not because he was not steady enough, but mainly because His Royal Highness's imposing manner was really shocking.

Even though there was a gentle smile on the corner of the other party's lips, his eyes were calm, and his handsome face was like a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship, but Jacob still didn't dare to take a big breath in front of him.

Fortunately, upon seeing this, Ashburn took the initiative to get up and leave.

Before leaving, he informed the Duke that his father intends to visit the Holy Spirit College three days later to meet the young talents who enrolled this year to make up for the regret of not attending the opening ceremony.

Since the three princes were all going to attend, Duke Uriah naturally couldn't be absent.

Su Yunqing nodded slightly, indicating that he knew it, and he said, "Godfrey's No. [-] Academy has been admired for a long time, and I didn't have time to go there before, so I can just visit it this time."

Recruiting more talents is also one of the necessary elements for rebellion.

Ashburn nodded and said, "I will lead the way for Uncle Wang and show you all the scenery in the academy."

Su Yunqing was not interested in the scenery, so he deliberately said, "Is there anything else to see?"

Ashburn continued, "There are many magic laboratories in the college, which can provide temporary magic-experiences, and there is also a comprehensive library where many rare books can be borrowed."

Su Yunqing didn't hear the important point he wanted, a little impatience appeared on his face, he tapped the table with his fingers, and said, "What else?"

Ashburn thought for a while, and said, "Also...then go visit my dormitory again?"

Su Yunqing: "..."

Go to the dormitory to see what, look at the bed.

He finally couldn't help it, and took the initiative to remind, "Since it is such a famous academy, there should be many elite talents in it, and it's time to get acquainted with it."

Ashburn glanced at him and said, "Uncle Wang, you want to get to know those outstanding young talents?"

Su Yunqing nodded in relief, "That's right, talent is the foundation of a country, we should take good care of it."

Ashbourne looked deeply, sighed, and said, "So I'm not young enough, I'm not talented enough, I didn't expect Uncle Wang to look down on me."

Su Yunqing: "..."

What's the use of seeing you?

You won't be of any use to me!

He patiently explained, "I'm short of manpower here, mainly because I want to make more useful talents, and it's best to be able to work for the Duke's mansion in the future."

That said, it should be straightforward and clear enough.

Su Yunqing thought to himself, although this ambitious rebellion ended prematurely in accumulating money, it can start from the talent competition!

Unexpectedly, Ashburn hooked the corners of his lips and said, "Since Uncle Wang intends to recruit talents, I will sort out a list of all outstanding students from the first grade to the third grade tomorrow, so that Uncle Wang can save trouble." , don't worry too much."

Su Yunqing immediately wove a script in his mind: the eldest prince deliberately stuffed dubious people in, or specially arranged spies to break into the rebel army.

No way, as a rebel, you have to accept such special treatment!

Su Yunqing's heart is extremely calm, he is very happy to admit this identity, facing the enemy's vigilance and vigilance, as well as the hostility like a storm.

Immediately afterwards, Ashburn said, "After the students who are interested in cooperation graduate, Uncle Wang will be given priority in recruiting, and the rest will be given to me. If there are other talents to be introduced, they will be notified in advance. Uncle Wang said, let you see if there is any suitable one."

Su Yunqing: "..."