I Captivate the Player

"Anle."

An Er trembled subconsciously. He turned his head and saw the "Black Singer" walking over with a smile. He couldn't help but subconsciously took a step back.

"I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead."

"Black Singer" said straight to the point.

"We want you to join the Silver Blade."

An Er was taken aback for a moment, and said indifferently: "Huh? Didn't you just let the servants who are handymen, and also cute girls join? Why? You want me to sweep the floor?"

"Black Singer" waved his hands again and again and explained: "No, of course not, we want to borrow your name, and then we can work with you better for some things. After all, many NPCs, oh, the aborigines They all recognize the title of knight...and your popularity is not low in our world."

In fact, Aner ranked second in the most recent "Origin" Male "NPC" Popularity Ranking", and because his female fans are getting more and more, the gap between him and the most popular Mr. Gade is almost gone .

Although the sixteen-year-old An Er didn't know it clearly, he already had a lot of sister fans in another world.

"Not only will we not make you pay too much, but we will also give you some endorsement money."

"Endorsement?" An Er heard a word that he had never heard before.

A smile appeared on the face of "Black Singer".

"Yes, it's the endorsement. Of course, the matter is not as simple as what I said now. This is a draft contract in my hand, which will let you understand and cooperate with us in detail."

"have a look."

Aner took this piece of paper newly made by the players, on which were written densely packed small characters, and he felt dizzy looking at these tiny characters, and couldn't help but shook his head.

"what do you think?"

The voice of "Black Singer" also seemed to have become a little distorted, and the surrounding scene began to rotate.

An Er put down the contract, he covered his head and didn't speak for a long time.

"Ann?"

"Wait a minute, let me slow down."

An Er felt that something was wrong with him, and his body gradually became a little out of order.

"Black Singer" suddenly felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. After closing his eyes and resting his mind for a minute, An Er suddenly couldn't stand upright, and his body fell straight down.

"Anle! Anle!"

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"Black Singer" supported An Er very nervously, and the latter spoke slowly after being dizzy for a while.

"I am fine."

Aner opened his eyes, and he stood up again and waved his hands, indicating that he was fine.

He was silent for a while, and glanced at his palm with some doubts.

"I'm just a little too busy recently, and I'm a little dizzy... I'll take this thing back first, and I'll ask Lord Samuel for instructions after I've rested, and then I'll answer you."

Aner also seemed to be thinking about the mutation in himself.

"Um......"

"Black Singer" knew that An Er was very strong, so he could only nod his head seeing that he insisted that he was fine.

"You'd better pay attention."

In fact, he rarely saw the knights in "Origin" in a state of lack of energy. They are all "humanoid killing machines" whose bodies are so strong that they are not human. There will be no abnormalities in sleeping, and headaches and brain fever have basically nothing to do with them.

"Well, thank you."

Aner looked at "Black Singer", as if he wanted to say something, but he held back.

However, Aner left here soon, and "Black Singer" could only suppress his doubts in his stomach.

Just wait for An Er's reply on this matter, and then "Black Singer" invited more than a dozen Silver Blade players to start brushing this week's dungeon.

After the Demon City event, he finally reached level 39, only one level away from level 40.

In the past few days, he has to work harder, try to brush up to level 40, and then proceed to the second elite.

So, he went to the Church of Eternal Nightmare in the Jabandera area again, only to find that besides the companions of the Silver Blade, there were many new players queuing up here.

Ah shit.

There were so many people, and Sandro and the others didn't know if they could stand it. Although there were many people in the third test, it was not crowded yet. As a result, they had to queue up to even clear the dungeon in the fourth test.

This dungeon still has capacity. Although there are a lot of orc soldiers spawning, Sandro and the others can't "serve" so many players at the same time.

I feel that this problem needs to be solved. Those old friends in the dungeon are not enough for the players to allocate.

You hit me, you hit me, you hit me, you hit me, you hit me, and Sandro died right away, but everyone hasn't had fun yet...

"Well, there is no other way, let's wait."

After waiting for a while, "Black Singer" and other players finally entered the copy of Nightmare Church.

He met Sandro again, this old friend who had become crazy... Sometimes, "Black Singer" even felt a little sympathetic to Sandro's current experience.