I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 103

Huh?Is there such a thing?It seems like that place is quite attractive?

Lloyd thought for a moment and then replied calmly:
"I do know the place."

The manager suddenly showed a look that was "enlightened by the money" and said quickly:
"Oh? Then let's go to the third floor to chat."

Only people with full membership can go up to the third floor of this club. Lloyd had only approached the stairs a few times before, but was politely persuaded to leave. Today was the first time he went up.

The result was not that big of a deal, just conference rooms and reception rooms that were quite luxuriously decorated and looked like a real estate signing center.

The manager took Lloyd into one of them, and then turned a clockwork device on the wall a few times.

Lloyd suddenly felt an invisible force spreading in the room, which must have started a ritual.

"This is for soundproofing to ensure that no one else can hear our subsequent conversation. You only need to become our member to enjoy such confidential services..."

This guy is really pervasive, and whenever he gets a chance, he wants to trick Roy into becoming a member...

Then, he poured a cup of tea for Lloyd, and the two sat down on the sofa. He then took out the pair of black envelopes and introduced the 'high-level commissions' to Lloyd.

To put it simply, someone is collecting intelligence about that place, and any information will be paid according to the value.

Some people focus on collecting intelligence on various players and reward lists.

There are also people who are 'recruiting teammates', looking for someone to go in with them to protect their own safety and help them win a victory.

Although the needs are very complex, one thing they have in common is that the prices are very high, starting from tens of thousands of general currency.

Among them, the highest bidder was to investigate a player's real name, residence, power system, etc., for which tens or even millions of dollars were offered.

The sky-high price for opening the box is a yes. It feels like there is some personal grudge?
It can be seen that the 'Dream Casino', or the 'Dream Theater', is indeed very attractive to these wealthy people, and the confidentiality measures are indeed as strict as the waiter said.

Players may know each other through their voices and behavior, but it is difficult to know the real information about each other. It is a bit like the Internet on earth. It is difficult for you to know what valuable teammates are helping the other side on the top lane. .

But if Lloyd is greedy for money and accepts these commissions, he may expose his own information.

Earning this kind of money may burn your hands, so be careful.

After weighing it, Lloyd picked up one of the envelopes.

The above commission is to 'describe a winning experience'. Money will be given based on the degree of detail. You are allowed to conceal some private information, but you cannot fabricate or deceive.

The manager then introduced:

"If you are interested in accepting this commission, please write a letter with the information requested above as soon as possible, seal it with wax, and put it in the mailbox specified above. Of course, please don't forget to leave your contact information... "

"But I think you might as well become our member, so that you can also have a member-only private mailbox to facilitate you to handle such entrustments."

"let me consider it."

Lloyd said, writing down the information on the commission.

He won't rush to make such hot money, but he might as well pay attention to it as a channel.

But the manager still tried to persuade him:
"Why are you still hesitating? By becoming our member, you can also post special commissions like this and enjoy our..."

"That's not the consideration I'm talking about. It's really humiliating for you to be a manager here."

Lloyd said dumbfounded, then stood up and left, not giving the other party a chance to continue selling, and went to the basement he rented.

Then he took out the oil paper bag from his pocket and checked the two pieces of materials he had won.

That 'crystal block shaped like a brain' is completely transparent and hard in texture. It has a layer of wrinkles on the surface like brain ravines, but it's not big, and it's not the shape a brain should have. I really don't know why it was chosen such a strange one. name.

However, the spirituality emanating from it is really strange. If you hold it in your hand for a long time, you will feel that the originally hard hand becomes softer and slimier, as if you are really holding a ball of brains.

Lloyd didn't dare to play with it because it was disgusting, so he picked up a beaker, threw the strange crystals in, and wrapped it again in oil paper.

As for the 'crazy old wine', it's actually just a small bottle of eye drops. There is a viscous gray-white liquid inside, and the texture looks a bit like...

Brain?

Lloyd didn't open the bottle to smell it, but wrapped it in oil paper again.

Then he took two pieces of materials and walked into the small lounge, opened a safe inside and put the things in.

The two materials are temporarily unavailable and cannot be carried with you, let alone placed at home or in the office. They can only be placed in such a place temporarily.

He paid extra to rent this safe. It was said to be the most high-end one on the market. It looked quite strong and should be difficult to open with physical means.

But with extraordinary means, I'm afraid it's hard to say... I should find some equipment like a 'space storage bag', otherwise it won't be easy to store things in the future. As a positive time-traveling youth, how could I not have this kind of equipment? What about the time traveler’s graduation equipment?
Lloyd calculated in his mind and locked the safe tightly.

Then he leaned on a recliner again, recalling and thinking about today's experience.

At first, he didn't quite understand the presiding judge's intention and why he would give him such a business card.

The transcendental materials you need can be purchased in the market, and you can afford them with your own income, so there is no need to go around in such a big circle.

But after actually experiencing it and seeing those commissions in the club, he somewhat guessed what the presiding judge was thinking.

The presiding judge must not only hope that I can obtain transcendental materials, otherwise, wouldn't it be better if he just gives me a bonus?
He obviously hopes that I can go out and see the world, accumulate some PVP experience, and expand some contacts.

These things may be what extraordinary people need more than materials.

He really, I cried to death...

If I were not an independent young man with integrity and integrity, I would probably have to spend half my life wandering around, never giving up on my duties...

Lloyd made a mental note of the presiding judge's kindness to him, and then started to speculate about the origin and background of the 'Dream Theater'.

According to the waiter, it was an independent space created based on an ancient relic, a paradise. This statement was too vague.

How exactly does it work?How did you pull people in instantly?What are the sources of those materials?Who are the managers and owners?

And what kind of creature is that waiter who cannot be [explored]?
It's a complete mystery.

The biggest question is, since there are such powerful ancient relics that can be used as a separate space, why should they be used as a playground?Wouldn't it be nice to just do something else?
Lloyd knew a little bit about the past history of this world. Human ancestors should have been rich and had created a fairly developed civilization.

It was not until the emergence of monsters and the spread of mental pollution that the entire civilization was pushed to the edge. Then there was a tragic epic of resistance to fate. Until now, it has regained its footing and tried to rebuild the glory of the past.

Regarding the past history, there are only some brief mentions in the library, which are basically mentioned in one sentence.

Even the profession of archeology is strictly controlled. It seems that they don’t want people to excavate and explore that past history, and just let them be buried by time...

Therefore, Lloyd didn't know much. He only knew that there were extraordinary powers in that era, and they were called "magic" and "fighting spirit" with historical background.

Some researchers believe that the extraordinary systems currently used by humans are actually the continuation of these ancient powers; but more scholars are opposed to this speculation and believe that the current extraordinary systems are new paths opened up by humans in desperate situations.

Lloyd is just a time traveler, so he will not participate in this kind of alignment.

He brought his thoughts back to the 'Dream Theater' and hesitated whether to go in and play in the future.

The rewards are indeed huge, but the risks are also very high. It is said to be playing games, but in the end, people are killed.

And judging from the club’s high-priced box-opening commission, it’s easy to make enemies for no apparent reason.

But for the [Distortion] materials that I needed, there was no better, safer or more secret source for a while...

There are risks and rewards. How to choose is a difficult problem, and it cannot be decided in a short time.

Lloyd shook his head vigorously, throwing away those meaningless thoughts, and established a train of thought in his heart.

After all, it still requires strength. A high-ranking boss like the chief judge will not have so many worries and can even recommend others to join.

Just keep working hard and keep improving.

Then he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was already getting late, and it was almost time for his sister to go home.

And...his original plan was to 'launch' tonight, that is, to hold a seminar on the future of mankind.

I hope these people are okay?

Lloyd left the club and went to a street restaurant to pack some dishes for home.

If your hand is injured today, don't cook by yourself.

Not long after, Everol returned home with a tired look on her face, her face filled with obvious excitement, and she gave Lloyd a magazine as soon as they met.

"Xiaoyi, this is the first issue that will be released tomorrow, and your copy is the first one in the first issue."

This made Lloyd a little flattered.

"Wow? You want to give such a memorable first book to me?"

"Of course, because Xiao Yi will always come first in my sister's mind."

Everol said, narrowing her eyes slightly and smiling sweetly.

　Weird, why did the title of this chapter get swallowed up?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)