The system begs me to exploit the male protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

When I opened my eyes again, I was on an old train.

Adelaide turned his head and looked at his own reflection on the glass window wrapped in gold frame.

It was raining heavily outside, blurring the face of the reflection, but against the gray dawn sky, I could still see my attire: a well-tailored woolen suit, a black and blue twill tie tucked into a close-fitting vest, and a A meaningless bramble brooch, and an elegant black top hat on the table in front of her.

Standard gentleman attire, it seems that this is the initial equipment he gets when he chooses [Noble] among the four initial settings [Noble, Peasant, Tramp, Welfare] when he enters the game.

It seems that nobility is more beautiful than other initial identities, but Adelaide, who is used to playing role-playing games, knows that behind each initial identity is the hidden weight for future job changes.

In this holographic game setting of sword and magic, Adelaide speculates that peasants are more likely to be converted into life occupations such as landlords and merchants, while homeless people are more suitable to be converted into combat occupations such as soldiers and hunters, and are picked up by monasteries The welfare child is more conducive to transforming into a magic profession such as priesthood.

It seems that nobles are just some vase identities who start off beautifully, but can't make progress when changing jobs.

But the game could very well be more than that.

Adelaide clicked on the map, and the map turned into paper and he held it in his hand. It was dark on it, and only his blinking punctuation slowly stretched from the left hand side to the center.

The terminal station of this train will be along the winding railroad track to the east, until it arrives at the novice village belonging to the aristocratic initial players - Sidney, West District, Alexia County, Bauhinia Kingdom.

There is a better known name in the forums: the foot of the queen's palace.

If it is an aristocratic status, there seems to be another way to rise up: politicians, who can go even higher, are close ministers.

Of course, this is not the end.

There is only one reason for Adelaide to choose the status of nobility, which came out of nowhere: what would happen if the throne of the core capital was usurped by the player in a game?

After all, this game is under the gimmick of "full free holographic game".

"Um……"

On the cushioned seat opposite, there suddenly appeared a lady and a gentleman with their heads tilted as if they were taking a nap. At this moment, they woke up faintly, moaning lazily. texture.

After four people appeared in this high-end private room, no one was added. It seemed that these were the people who chose the same noble status as him.

After the analysis just now, Adelaide can almost confirm that there are only three types of people who choose the status of nobility: conspirators like him, people who just want to have fun, and fools who will regret it later.

But he still put on a perfectly curved smile, put away the map calmly, and greeted the other three: "Hello, welcome to the game world."

The lady with egg curly hair dyed in purple-red highlights was stunned for a moment: "Pick up an NPC? So fast?"

Adelaide's expression didn't change a bit: "Sorry, I'm also a whiteboard player like you."

The curly-haired lady blushed, "I'm sorry."

The person on the opposite side really looks like a mysterious and friendly npc. His black hair is slightly curly, hanging on the side of his pale face. clouds.

For players, keeping a low-key hair and eye color in the game is more uncomfortable than not having a good name.

Before they could introduce themselves, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and a young male voice sounded outside the door: "May I come in, please?"

A burly male player near the door is also stuffed in a wool suit, but the details are slightly different from the one on Adelaide, such as the cuffs with looser flared sleeves, which is full of ingenuity.

He turned his head and said loudly, "Come in!"

The flight attendant came in with a tray full of meals, cutlery, bottles and cans, accompanied by flowers and embroidered tablecloths.

He was full of smiles, and glanced at the room, and the "Misters and Madams" in his mouth changed instantly to the younger "Misters and Ladies".

"The breakfast prepared for you is ready! There are also matching fruits, which will be included in the ticket price for this time."

The flight attendant bowed obsequiously, then rubbed his hands and waited for something.

The player at the door happily picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Okay!"

Unexpectedly, there will be free breakfast at the beginning of the game!

But when he reached for the pearl silver fork, his wrist was suddenly clamped hard, and the flight attendant's voice suddenly became indifferent: "Sorry, sir, I need to check your ticket first."

"—in case someone got into the noble car."

The word "mixed" was bitten hard by him.

The player was startled by the flight attendant's sudden change of attitude. Fortunately, the ticket was easy to find, and it was placed in the system backpack.

He took out the ticket, but there was still a trace of suspicion in the flight attendant's eyes, which made cold sweat gradually form on his forehead.

A gold coin was suddenly thrown into the tray, and the metal collided with each other, making a "ding" sound.

Adelaide leisurely took out his portion from the four-tiered porcelain plate under the suddenly shifted eyes of everyone, and skillfully handled the tableware.

"That's your tip," Adelaide said. "He's just woken up, and he might be a little lost."

The flight attendant picked up the gold coin and laughed again: "So that's the case. It's really wrong to offend sir. I hope you have a good breakfast."

They should have apologized to the players at the door, but the flight attendants only looked at Adelaide the whole time, showing their flattery and arrogance.

The door closed, and the real NPC left. The player at the door wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, and muttered a few words.

"What's the matter with this NPC? If I didn't get in, wouldn't he drive me out of the car?"

"It seems to be." Adelaide put down the tableware again. He was just showing it to the NPC. "Don't forget the introduction next to the noble status."

"Gentlemen and ladies have a detached status, are always touted by those around them, have the most expensive dresses and the most elegant manners."

"If there is a problem with our dress and manners, we will be questioned by the NPCs around us. This is the price we have to pay for having more gold coins in our backpack than the homeless."

The curly-haired lady straightened her back instantly, and sighed, "I thought I could enjoy the noble life now."

And the player who was almost kicked out of the car scratched his head: "Thank you, I just thought it would be better to start with a high status, but I didn't expect this to happen."

The other big eyes who had been silent all this time also opened their mouths: "I just chose one at random..."

Adelaide said it was okay and looked out the window.

It's hard to say whether the teammates he assigned initially were idiots, but they definitely weren't very smart.

The train arrived at the station with its whistle blowing, and they also found their own background setting on the train.

They were actually nobles from other small towns, this time they were recruited by Queen Bauhinia and rushed to the capital.

There is still one month left, and each of them has been assigned a residence, and they will go to the banquet on time.

The player with egg curly hair complained: "How many nobles must there be..."

The big eyes pointed: "But it doesn't look like there are many people."

Adelaide turned his head. As he said, there were not many players standing on the platform holding a map in a daze, but more NPCs who had a clear destination when they got off the bus.

This number of people seems too small for the traffic of a holographic game.

A player wanted to go to the carriage again, touched his body, and was furious: "I *! Who stole my money!"

In this game, except for the map that can be conjured out of thin air, the capacity of other backpacks is equivalent to the capacity of pockets.

The more places you can put things on your body, the bigger the backpack.

At the same time, if the thief sneaks into the pocket, it is equivalent to directly touching the player's backpack.

No matter how desperate and ill-fated the player was, several people in Adelaide decided to ride a carriage to the guest house.

To be honest, no matter how soft the cushions are arranged in this carriage, it cannot avoid the dizzying bumpy feeling.

Looking at Adelaide's still-unchanged face, the people with bitter faces couldn't help sighing: What kind of a master is this? You were so shocked that you even vomited out the overnight meal, but he remained motionless.

After arriving at the high-end guest house and getting his own room, Adelaide quickly went offline--damn the holographic game, he couldn't pretend any longer.

When it went online again the next day, Adelaide found that the game time had passed half a day plus one night, and it was actually synchronized with the real world.

Several waiters came over and asked him if he needed anything after resting for a long time. In their eyes, the offline seemed to be just asleep.

——If someone is not online all the time, wouldn't he have to sleep forever in the game?

This is very interesting, and Adelaide can't help but think of those vegetative people in the real world.

After eating and going out, now he has time to take a good look at the world.

The spiers of buildings, the chimneys pointing straight into the sky like guns, the drowsy and unclear sky, and the tallest building bell tower that can be seen when you look up.

The upper part of the clock tower is dotted with a particularly conspicuous mechanical clock. The gears on the dial are exposed, and the tip of the pointer is sharp and sharp, and it is precisely marking each scale with time.

Adelaide felt inexplicably that the clock was full of unique beauty.

A newspaper boy with a full cloth bag on his back was stopped when he was about to pass by Adelaide: "Hi, can I have a newspaper?"

It is rare for people to use such a polite word, and there is no need to beg others to buy a newspaper. The newsboy seemed a little flattered, and hurriedly took out a newspaper and handed it in: "Thank you sir, thank you sir, this is the freshest one that was printed this morning. newspaper!"

Spending another copper coin, Adelaide unfolded the newspaper.

The newspaper section is well designed, and the size is arranged according to the importance.

[The aristocrats from the border town came here yesterday when the Queen summoned them, and settled in the Sidney Guest House]

[Munro Suburbs report more planting methods, Queen Joy]

[The number of homeless people in the Eastern Pine District has increased sharply. What is the reason behind it? ]

[Archbishop Ilodi announced that the number of monasteries this year has exceeded previous years, and the church and welfare home will be expanded]

[It is rumored that the great astrologer Thurpuxi predicted that there will be big troubles in the near future]

[The number of monsters in various places has increased significantly, and the exorcists are in action]

[Frontline reporters risked their lives to take photos of Great Mechanic Tang's floating airport, the photos are released! ]

……

Apparently, the designer of the newspaper knew what everyone loved to read. Although the news about the Queen's enlistment was the largest, the news in the lower right corner had ulterior motives in cursive fonts, with pictures below.

The picture is black and white, and the picture quality is a bit blurry, but you can also see the huge jellyfish-shaped building on the horizon. The top is made of tough nylon or polyester, and the regular sewing threads are neatly arranged on the outside. The burner will ignite the heated gas Spray upwards from the round opening on the lower side to the oval jellyfish head airbag, tenaciously resisting gravity;

In the middle is a crystal palace made of steel and one-way glass. Even if there is no color, you can still see the bright spots on it;

The big mechanic, Tang, stood in a gap opened by the Crystal Palace, wearing a one-sided cloak that was expensive at first glance. There were many storage bags inside the cloak, and the tools that glowed with cold light were placed there by the mechanic. Quite a deterrent.

His pitch-black hair was blown back by the wind, revealing his smooth forehead and handsome and indifferent facial features. He supported the steel skeleton he created under his hand, pointed his head downward, and commanded the jellyfish-like tentacles at the bottom to stop the chain fiercely. He tied up an airship trying to sneak across.

That's pretty cool, Adelaide thought.

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The author has something to say:

Good news: I will try to update as much as possible in the future

Bad news: this is the last world

Because Adelaide is more convenient to introduce the world view, so I gave him a perspective first√

Name collision is very common, I came up with it randomly, friends don’t need to mention the same name elsewhere hhhh