I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 201 200. Lost and found

"I'm busy."

Lloyd said angrily, threw the list on the coffee table in front of him, and stopped looking at it.

But if he really has the opportunity to accumulate so many precious points in the future, he will probably exchange it for the [Almighty Spin Stick] worth 15 points. There is no special reason, just that the name sounds pleasant to his ears.

"According to the previous agreement, I will come often in the future, probably twice a week? This frequency should be considered regular, right?"

Lloyd continued to ask.

"Of course, we respect your choice."

The waiter replied respectfully, and then asked following the topic:
  "By the way, I wonder how you feel about our new gameplay? Your opinion is very important to us."

"It's okay, but it would be nice if we could have a little more freedom to make everyone's cars look more individual and conspicuous; besides, I met two scammers before..."

Lloyd then conveniently reported the two liars. Regardless of whether the two people could recover from their final serious injuries, he would report them first.

"I understand. We will seriously consider your first opinion. As for the second one..."

The waiter said, paused, changed to an apologetic tone, and explained:
  "We only care about the experience of players like you, and you finally solved this little trouble easily, right?"

The meaning inside and outside the words is that there will be no "anti-fish bombing" and "newcomer protection" here. New players come in and can only rely on their own abilities.

Lloyd shrugged and didn't continue the topic.

In fact, he didn't get much 'game experience' in the previous game. Those two guys were so bad. They just activated [Distorted Realm] and used a car to get past it. The game was over, and the game process hadn't even started yet. The long time it takes to customize a car is a waste of carefully crafted work of art.

It's like you have just filled up the six levels of divine equipment, and cast it directly on the other side. It seems like you have opened the dish yourself, and naturally you have no game experience...

But having said that, the two orphans who came to deceive the newcomers are normal. Really powerful players would not do such a dishonest thing.

However, after Lloyd thought about it, he felt that the car in the game, or the 'halo' outside, was a really good thing, allowing the bucket attribute he had worked so hard to better transform into combat effectiveness.

I was hit by the opponent with full force at that time, and I was unscathed. I didn't feel any impact, just like scraping. This protective performance is so safe!

And your own offense will take advantage of the characteristics of your own system and easily eliminate the opponent.

It would be great if I could use this skill in the real world...

So Lloyd asked again:
  "What principles are based on the ability to build those racing cars?"

The waiter gave a vague answer:

"Well... it's very complicated to explain, and it's hard to understand in your current state. But when you get closer to the 'greatness', you will naturally understand our unsavory little tricks."

It seems that even if I am mistaken as a 'privileged player', the other party will not be willing to say anything, right?
  Lloyd thought for a while and changed the question wisely:
  "Then can you tell me how the truck outside got stuck?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, with a clear look of confusion on his face, as if his consciousness was no longer in his body. After about half a minute, he came back to his senses and explained with a smile:
  "Although we are obliged to protect the privacy of all players, you are special after all, so I can give you some limited answers -

While driving in that truck, a player used a special invitation that gave him immediate access, which led to the unfortunate accident. "

"Special invitation?"

"Yes."

The waiter handed out another list, which listed various styles of invitations.

There are those that can instantly transport people to the 'Dream Theater', and they are divided into one-time and permanent ones, and the price is also the difference between five points and fifty thousand points.

I really don’t know what kind of scapegoat would buy a permanent one. It would take more than 28 uses to get the money back, even if it is used every day, it would take [-] years.

In addition, there are those who directly invite people to the second floor; those who invite people to the third floor; those who invite people into a specific game; and those who can force people to come in regardless of whether they are willing or not.

It is the most common invitation letter. You can exchange it for only five points, which is not expensive.

Lloyd replaced Wei Ya with one on the spot, leaving 48 points.

There is nothing else to redeem for now, so I will continue to save it.

Then he took advantage of the consumption he had just finished and asked while the iron was hot:
  "Can you tell me who used this special invitation? Where are they?"

He wanted to follow the clues and find out the 'conspirator'.

Unfortunately, the waiter shook his head without hesitation and explained:

"We're sorry, but we have an obligation to keep players secret."

After that, he was probably afraid that Lloyd would continue to ask questions, so he changed his words and said:

"By the way, the truck you are looking for is already parked outside the door. You will see it after you leave."

Lloyd quickly stood up, turned around and left.

As his vision blurred again, he returned to the familiar empty room, and happened to see the little milk cat pulling at the door frame and meowing, as if to remind him of something.

Lloyd picked up the little kitten and hurried downstairs.

As a result, I suddenly heard a rapid breathing sound.

Turning around, I saw the guy who never seemed to wake up, leaning on the edge of the counter. His face was pale and he was panting, as if he had just finished some heavy labor. As soon as he saw Lloyd coming down, he immediately cursed angrily:

"You...you little bastard...did you fucking mess with me on purpose?"

Lloyd was baffled by the scolding and quickly glanced outside the door.

Sure enough, there was a heavy-duty truck parked there, and a few figures lying around beside it.

"Do you... do you... know... how heavy this thing is? How troublesome it is to get it out? Ahem..."

The guy was still panting and expressing his inner dissatisfaction, followed by another violent cough.

Lloyd also didn't expect that he actually made this truck?
  What level is this guy on? Can you actually fish something out from the so-called 'edge of the world'?

In an instant, Lloyd understood why he had shown disdain towards him when he had shown some hostility towards him before.

So he quickly complimented:

"You actually fished it out? That's really hard on you. Please allow me to express my sincere gratitude to you on behalf of the Brilliant Order..."

"Huh~"

The waiter snorted angrily and returned behind the counter, panting and lying on his stomach.

But he heard Lloyd still saying:

"So... could you please take this car to District [-] of the Holy Inquisition?"

The clerk didn't even raise his head and asked feebly:
  "Do you believe that I killed you?"

Considering that this guy might really be able to kill him, Lloyd didn't dare to provoke him and quickly walked out of the antique shop.

And the moment he stepped out of the antique store, he felt some kind of movement behind him. He quickly turned around and found that the entire antique store and the small building where it was located had disappeared out of thin air?

All that was left on the spot was a pile of tattered ruins, and only a piece of charred ruins, which looked like a fire scene.

But I can't tell whether it was burned like this just now, or whether it was like this a long time ago?
  Lloyd froze on the spot for several seconds, and quickly took out two invitations from his pocket.

One is for me, and the other is for Wei Ya.

His own one, which originally had a somewhat tacky pure gold color scheme, has been optimized into a more advanced and more connotative platinum color.

The address left above was changed to another place.

Lloyd looked carefully. Isn't that the used book market opposite the club?
  In order to make it easier for me to go there often, they even changed the entrance?

In addition, they have probably 'unboxed' themselves, so they can choose a place like this, but they are not aware of it...

Looking at Wei Ya's picture again, it was still pure gold, and there was no address left on it.

Maybe every player has his own ‘entrance’, right?

The more you come into contact with this ‘Dream Theater’, the more mysterious it becomes...

Lloyd didn't have time to think too much at the moment, so he collected the invitation and quickly ran to the truck.

Many people passing by had noticed the sudden appearance of the truck and the people lying on the ground, and they kindly wanted to go up and help.

"Don't touch!"

Lloyd shouted quickly.

These were all just retrieved from the space rift. No one knows if there will be anything left on them...

"Don't come close! Go call the police!"

Lloyd continued to shout.

His uniform came in handy again at this time, it was very intimidating and helped him effectively control the situation.

Soon, a large group of police, plus some judges, priests, and grace hunters arrived from multiple directions and took over the situation.

Among them was Inquisitor Riggs, King, who had just met Lloyd before.

The two of them probably came by the subway. They were coughing while checking the situation at the scene and counting the goods in the carriage. Then they quickly ran to Lloyd and patted him on the left and right. Shoulder.

"You actually found the people and goods. The sacrifice of those fourteen brothers was not in vain..."

"Well done, Lloyd! We brought everyone back and identified the real culprit. We can at least give their families an explanation."

There was no trace of excitement or joy on their faces, but instead they were full of solemnity and sadness.

The dozen or so priests lying on the ground could never get up again...

The missing one happened to be the captain of this escort team, an inquisitor named Frick.

(End of this chapter)