Ravenhall

"That makes sense. Look at this shelf; you should all be able to use it." Lin Nieran pointed to the rows of Weird Objects behind him.

Qin Rang, Tao Yuan, and Wang Ding were discussing the Weird Object and Weird Artifacts for the team, while Sheng Qingqiao and An Ying were purchasing disposable Weird Object for them. Mi Chuchu was giving Tang Pin and Luo Jiayu, and also explaining things to Bai Ao.

"Boss Lin is an S-Rank Artifact Forger; he's the one who maintains many of our Weird Artifacts."

The Bai Ao stared in shock at Lin Nieran's youthful face. "Him? S-Rank?"

Weird Object capable of casting artifacts are extremely rare, and even fewer people can master the casting of such Weird Object. Those who can reach A-Rank or S-Rank are extremely few and far between.

In a sense, Weird Object also recognize their masters. Most people can only have absolute control and use over one type of Weird Object. A small number can control Weird Object with different abilities at the same time, but users of special auxiliary Weird Artifacts have always been few and far between, and artifact forging is one of them.

Besides, healing can also be considered a special auxiliary skill, but there are more of them compared to other special auxiliary skills.

"Such an S-Rank, and you just let him open such a shabby little shop here?"

"That's the difference between the Family Clan and the Authorities," Mi Chuchu said. "Family Clan take all the good stuff, while the Authorities lets talented people roam freely."

"But isn't this a waste of resources?"

Lin Nieran's lazy voice came from not far away. "By opening a shop here, I can provide convenience for many Purger. They pay me and I can fix things. I'm happy, and they're relaxed too. Isn't that good?"

"If everything is controlled by the Authorities and Family Clan, what about ordinary people? Are you trying to monopolize resources?"

The Bai Ao seemed thoughtful. "What you said seems to make sense."

"Follow along and learn well, observe and listen more. Your brother sent you with us to broaden your horizons," Mi Chuchu said earnestly.

"..."Your Doll face really makes you seem unconvincing.

"We'll take these." Over here, amidst Qin Rang's incessant nagging about spending less money, Tao Yuan selected a large pile.

Lin Nieran counted the money with a beaming smile, "Alright, Cheng Hui's total is 453,700. I'll round it down to 450,000."

Hearing the word "round down," Qin Rang beamed, "Boss Lin, I'll definitely come back next time."

"By the way, you're going to the Lily Weird Zone this time, right? I heard from a customer the other day that there's a pretty dangerous Instance there." Lin Nieran picked up a golden, somewhat retro-looking bracelet from the shelf and handed it to them. "This Weird Object can give you the right guidance at crucial moments."

"However, this correct guide isn't 100% useful; you'll need to judge for yourselves. Since you're all regular customers, it's a free gift."

"Thank you very much, boss." Qin Rang put on the bracelet. They also had Weird Objects to guide and warn them, but one more wouldn't make a difference.

Have a safe trip!

Qin Rang teased him, "Isn't the boss coming with us? We all admire Boss Lin's abilities."

"I'm not going to get involved with you young people."

Lin Nieran stood at the door to see them off until their figures were obscured by the heavy snow. Only then did he pull up the snow-blocking curtain and turn back to look at the young man who had suddenly appeared in the shop.

"It's about to begin."

The young man reverently took his hand and pressed it against his forehead. "Yes, Father."

"... How many times have I told you, don't call me that," Lin Nieran said. "I think Qin Rang has some mental issues, you understand?"

The nine of them made it out of Jiang City without incident and arrived in Cloud City.

Looking up at the familiar city gate, the group felt heavy-hearted.

The memory of their last visit was so vivid that it left them with a lingering fear.

"During the last transaction, the organization brought the Authorities a new card that can be used to request reinforcements. I brought one with me, and I hope we won't have to use it this time," Tao Yuan said.

Qin Rang said, "Let's go, don't think too much about it."

Everyone nodded and was about to move forward Sheng Qingqiao suddenly turned around, but saw nothing.

"How?"

"It's nothing." I just have a bad feeling about it.

The group took a step forward, and the bright sunlight that had been blindingly bright instantly dimmed, causing the expressions on their faces to fall.

Oh, that familiar feeling is back again!

Sheng Qingqiao was almost utterly despondent; his unlucky captain...

For some reason, that premonition of death he had felt before surged back into his mind, but this time... it was a premonition about himself.

[Distinguished guest, welcome to Count of Ravenhall's Castle]

Your identities are: children of Count of Ravenhall's friend, attending the Count's annual banquet.

I hope you can close your eyes.

Enjoy the banquet to the fullest!

Enjoy the banquet!! Enjoy the banquet!! Enjoy the banquet!!

[Respectfully presented by the Count's youngest son, Ravenhall]

As the last line of text faded away, the smell I could detect was replaced by the scent of decaying earth and leaves.

Sheng Qingqiao slowly opened her eyes, and before she could even see her surroundings clearly, she was startled by the withered branches in front of her that looked like snakes.

"What the hell?" He waved his hand to clear away the winding branches and realized that he was lying next to a dead tree. His clothes had turned into a white shirt with a dark red tight-fitting Vest, and the clothes were surprisingly of good quality.

The fabric is smooth, the size fits the body perfectly, and the gold accessories run from the shoulders to the waist, exuding the aristocratic aura of the wealthy.

Sheng Qingqiao touched his back; his Broadsword was still there, but now it had a leather scabbard, which had been wrapped up.

He stood up, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.

"Hiss--"

He touched his buttocks, where a broken silver arrow was stuck.

Sheng Qingqiao pulled out the arrowhead. Fortunately, the arrow had no barbs or poison, so his buttocks didn't get a second cut.

Rubbing his wound, he limped out from under the tree and looked into the distance by the bright moonlight.

Beside the large tree where he was resting lay a carriage lying on the ground. The carriage was lavishly decorated, but its wheels were flattened, and the horses that had pulled it were nowhere to be found.

Not far from the carriage, several lifeless corpses lay on the ground, each with an arrow stuck in its body, just like the one in his buttocks.

Looking around, the area was full of these dead trees, with only a relatively flat road in front of me.

A man of his status must have been attacked while traveling by carriage on this road; all his servants were killed, and he was shot in the buttocks and fell unconscious under a tree.

So, is this another role-playing scenario? Or is there some Rules he hasn't discovered?

Sheng Qingqiao seemed to remember something, so he raised his hand and glanced at his wristwatch. He noticed that the light indicating a live stream was on, and knew that his companions had also entered, but he didn't know where they were.

It's rare for Instance to scatter the entire party after entering; they're probably in the vicinity.

With that thought in mind, he limped into the Forest.