Chapter 852: What

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"Another file has been successfully completed. This one fits my constitution; I can speed-run it to get some rewards."

"The treasure has been received; the child likes eating it very much, has already drunk a dozen, and will buy it again next time."

"Simply perfect. There are no startling monsters, no world-class puzzles to solve, and I can return to ancient Earth to see what the lives of the great human ancestors were really like."

"Research points +1, but just replicating the Foundation file process like this feels quite boring…"

"That can't be helped; after all, it's just a game, not a complete world. The choices and trade-offs made in the previous level won't continue to the next level, nor will they have an impact on subsequent ones."

"Ah~~~ that is to say, why doesn't the Foundation make a game where you build a Foundation from scratch? That would be so fulfilling to play."

"And then, if you're not careful, you'll find that Earth has inexplicably entered an end-of-the-world scenario, right."

"I also don't know if it's possible to leave the AG-99. I want to go down and see what ancient Earth, ancient Shenzhou, is really like, and whether it has any connection with our Xianzhou."

"Tried it, you can leave the AG-99, but the prerequisites are quite harsh—you have to kill the pilot first to gain control of the AG-99."

"What?!"

"No!"

"？？？？"

A suddenly inserted remark, like using a depth charge to bomb fish, brought a little shock to the simple players.

The "Foundation Big Game" is indeed free enough; there are no restrictions on how to unlock documents or when to unlock them.

However, having chosen the Foundation faction, to still have no sense of martial ethics, to deceive, to ambush, that twenty-something-year-old kid.

Is this good?

This is not good.

"Friend, you are really brave… using such an evil method, you're really not afraid of being banned by the Foundation…"

"Probably just this once. That pilot wouldn't hand over the flight authority, nor would he obediently land on Earth, so I had no choice but to kill him… but afterwards, I was directly hunted down by the Foundation's fleet…"

"Very reasonable."

……

Bai Xuan and his party had already taken a high-class black star-skiff and arrived at the Artisanship Commission.

Along the way, March 7th and "Stelle" were very quiet, leaning quietly against the porthole, watching the clouds surging outside the skiff and the pavilions and towers arranged in an orderly manner.

Tingyun, on the other hand, kept finding various topics, first asking about what they saw in the Matrix of Prescience, then chatting about the "Ambrosial Arbor," and before long, she asked about the Foundation, then revealed her true intentions, inquiring about Bai Xuan's hobbies.

There is a beauty in competing for the Dragon King.

March 7th and "Stelle" looked at the fox tail behind Tingyun, which was constantly swaying and almost shaped itself into a heart, and they saw through it without saying anything.

Once they enter eternity, there will be plenty of ways to let this junior experience the care of her seniors.

Leaving the star-skiff, Tingyun walked at the very front of the team, her figure enchanting and her demeanor appropriate.

However, it looked messy here, and the people gathered here were all soul-lost and terrified.

Tingyun scanned a few times and asked suspiciously:

"Eh? A lot of people have gathered here. It seems that today is a day for the 'Luo Fu' to rest, and it is taboo to start work."

"The cave-abode of this 'Artisanship Commission' has been suspended since the Stellaron erosion. Why don't these people take a star-skiff to the safe zone?"

"Maybe the Artisanship Commission is more dedicated to their work," March 7th joked casually.

Bai Xuan agreed quite a bit:

"Compared to the diviners of the Divination Commission, their work attitude and enthusiasm cannot be said to be one in the sky and one underground, but it can only be said to be a world of difference."

It was almost as if he was directly naming a certain Qing person.

Welt sighed softly:

"After all, it's work; you have to rely on it to live. The world of adults… hehe, there is no such thing as easy."

March 7th: "Mr. Yang, that's the tone of someone who has been through it."

"A feeling that arises from the heart, a feeling that arises from the heart," Welt Yang muttered twice.

The great Mr. Welt is a hero who "constantly gives his own life."

In the dictionary of corporate slaves, the word "easy" has long been erased by correction fluid.

A salary thief like Qingque, whose mind is full of skipping work, leaving early, and playing cards, was not optimized as a typical example by that Diviner.

Welt could only say that the old lady Diviner has a small figure but a big heart.

However, the gravity of reality can only bind those who are hurt by reality and struggle to fly.

For a young girl who does not carry too much of the past and has not been chased by the phantoms of the old days.

It is far from being a force that hinders the flight of thoughts.

"Stelle" smiled: "Maybe they are lining the streets to welcome us."

"Yes, yes~" Tingyun returned with an equally bright smile.

"The benefactor is a helper invited by the General. In the story, that would be the Imperial Censor who descended from the sky to save the emergency."

"It's just a pity that these people didn't offer flowers to greet us when they saw us—the benefactor's guess is a bit too confident~"

Tingyun followed "Stelle's" lead, joking, and within a few sentences, she successfully amused March 7th and Welt Yang.

"Stelle" puffed out her cheeks, raised her eyebrows, looked at Tingyun, then at March 7th, until Bai Xuan held her hand, and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, as if her scheme had succeeded, or as if she were declaring victory.

"Everyone, look," Tingyun pointed to a tall building not far away.

"This 'Artisanship Commission' is full of workshops for researching and building strange machines, and craftsmen who rack their brains to invent and innovate."

"Their tradition is to poke a few holes every now and then—either making the cave-abode pavilions disappear out of thin air, or having mechanical puppets riot, etc."

A mechanical puppet riot is not hard to understand; the limit is nothing more than a machine crisis, where Emperor Rupert, in the name of purification and extinction, waged a full-scale war against organic life.

But how is it possible to "make the cave-abode pavilions disappear out of thin air"?

Could it be that the many craftsmen of the Artisanship Commission are actually equivalent to the white-coated people of the Foundation?

March 7th was very curious.

On the side.

Tingyun said this, her expression became stern, and she said righteously:

"Benefactors, you must be careful."

"In my opinion, I'm afraid there is some huge trouble inside, which makes this group of craftsmen dare not go, and have nowhere to escape."

Welt Yang nodded. The situation in the Artisanship Commission was unclear, and the behavior of many craftsmen was also a bit abnormal. Miss Tingyun's deduction must have her reasons.

However, his team had Bai Xuan, who was a big guarantee, so he was not worried at all that they would encounter real danger.

"But we always have to go inside. Let's find someone to ask first."

……

"Luo Fu" Xianzhou, outside the Artisanship Commission.

The influence of the "Ambrosial Arbor" on the sky was deepening. Before nightfall, the fog and clouds had already made the whole winter gloomy and dark, as if a heavy rainstorm was about to come.

Outside the tightly closed door of the Artisanship Commission, the cold wind kept blowing, penetrating clothes, adding a sense of desolation.

The craftsmen who escaped from the Artisanship Commission and were temporarily safe were full of anxiety, and their expressions were even more tense, as if each of them had encountered the most terrible nightmare in the world.

A-Wei was one of them.

However, compared to his own safety, he was more concerned about his teacher's situation.

There are always things that are higher than others.

"Master Gongshu…"

Just as he was depressed and didn't know what to do, he suddenly heard footsteps beside him.

Each one was full of energy, and the steps were steady. One could tell they were good hands just by listening.

There is hope… A-Wei's silent heart rekindled hope, and his hunched body quickly straightened up, looking at the newcomers.

"—Is this the rescue sent by the Cloud Knights?!"

But it was not the Cloud Knight soldiers he expected, but two men and three women who had no weapons and were not wearing armor.

The fox-person girl at the head was dressed in the Xianzhou style, but looked delicate and weak.

The four people behind her looked like they were from the sea of stars, and they were likely travelers who didn't know where to flee.

"Oh, look at this outfit…" A-Wei's back bent down again, and he used his head to support the wall listlessly, "Happy for nothing, it turns out they are travelers."

"It's really sad for you to encounter such an accident on the Luo Fu. Sigh, I'm also sad…"

Fortunately, he didn't say things like "I am the same kind as you, the unkindled ash has achieved nothing" when he spoke.

Otherwise, Bai Xuan would have to suspect whether the fire in this world was about to go out.

Fortunately, there was no fire to inherit, no golden tree that needed to be ignited, and no +22 dark sword. ===== CHAPTER 854 =====