Despite wearing a hood, it didn't stop Liya's expression from freezing on her face.
At that moment, she could feel the other hand that had been touching her snatch away all the remaining gold coins.
No, this can't be done!
With a sudden burst of strength, Liya grabbed the wrist of the hand, and then began to subtly exert force, trying to pry a few gold coins out of the other person's hand.
However, the hand opposite her was unusually stubborn today, refusing to let go no matter how hard she tried.
After a few seconds of struggle, Liya ultimately failed to obtain a single gold coin and had to let the hand leave.
She took her hand out of her purse, then loosened her clenched fist, revealing her empty palm to the casino owner.
Under the casino owner's puzzled gaze, she untied the money pouch from her waist and turned it upside down on the last wooden box, swinging it around.
Although the money bag was shaking like a jellyfish, not a single copper coin fell out.
"Oh dear, it seems I forgot my money. I'll go back and get it."
The elven assassin spoke somewhat stiffly, then turned and walked towards the entrance to the basement.
Liya is not a good actress. In the past, when she had a script, she still needed to polish her acting skills repeatedly. Now, her acting skills on the spot can only be described as being no better than a puppet.
If whether the previous gesture of indicating a lack of money was a provocation is debatable, then this "dull reading" is definitely a genuine provocation.
Blood welled up in the casino owner's face, making him look like a red balloon that was constantly inflating.
"Bang!"
He slammed his hand on the table:
"Stop right there! You think you can mess with me?!"
With his angry shout, more than a dozen people in the gambling group suddenly stood up, and some even realized that their cards had been switched, so they took the opportunity to overturn the card table as well.
The gleaming daggers were drawn from the waists, sleeves, and outer thighs of these gamblers, and some even threw out various weapons from their prosthetic limbs. All eyes were on the hooded woman in the middle of the basement.
The casino owner behind the bar let out a heavy snort and sneered:
"You think you can come and go as you please? Even if you're Grand Foundry Master, you'd better stay here today!"
"Enough with the nonsense, take off your hood and let everyone see..."
"Whoosh~"
A flash of light appeared in the dimly lit basement, and in the blink of an eye, two short blades engraved with intricate circuits appeared in the elf's hands.
A somewhat regretful voice came from under the hood:
"Unfortunately, I didn't forget to bring this..."
Near the Great Labyrinth City Square.
Five minutes later, the Soul Returner completed their body swap once again, and the five who logged back in quickly saw the "Tonight's Plan" left by [ Ginseng Rooster ].
Unlike yesterday, there was even a supplementary plan at the very bottom of the document, featuring Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop.
[Purchase as many living Blood Corpse as possible (scratch this part), and connect them to the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess using plant tissue. Every time you collect 100, have it retry the teleportation until you reach Nuowa's required standard.]
Upon seeing this eye-catching message, everyone realized that it concerned the success of the final teleportation.
It was 6 p. m., and there were 18 hours left until the election of Grand Foundry Master, which was scheduled to begin at noon the next day.
If everyone goes through all that trouble, and in the end even the Gray can't reach the Great Labyrinth City, wouldn't that make us look like the ultimate clown?
After a brief discussion, the five Soul Returner decided that one of them would stay behind to continue distributing "eggs," while the remaining four would split up and head to various fortress repair shops throughout the Great Labyrinth City to purchase fresh Blood Corpse.
As the faction with the most relaxed social atmosphere, the Graycast Corridor has no curfew.
With the lifting of the curfew and the increasing population of the Great Labyrinth City, nightlife has gradually become accepted, and many shops have switched to a 24-hour operation model.
Bang bang bang!
After a knock on the door, the sleepy-eyed repair shop owner opened it a crack:
"In the middle of the night..."
Upon seeing the person's appearance clearly, most of the weariness on the man's face vanished immediately.
"Why is it you?"
He recognized the two people standing at the door; just last night he had gone to that mobile stall and received nearly a month's supply of Machine Spirit Seeds from the people in front of him.
He also thought that even if Gray lost the election, he could still enjoy a full month of smart living.
Unexpectedly, these people came to our door today on their own initiative. Is there something about the Machine Spirit that hasn't been clarified?
The two people in front of me said:
"How many Blood Corpse do you have available for sale in your shop right now?"
"Well..."
The unprovoked question startled the repair shop owner. After a moment's thought, he said:
"About seventy... or eighty?"
There are currently seventy-six Blood Corpse available for sale.
A voice carrying a hint of turbidity rang out, and the familiar players instantly recognized it as the voice of the Machine Spirit.
The two glanced through the crack in the door, and the somewhat embarrassed repair shop owner simply opened the door wide, pointed to a machine covered in tools, and said:
"Thanks to you all, I now possess my own Machine Spirit."
As he spoke, he turned to look at the large machine that seemed to be a combination of a repair tool cabinet and a robot vacuum cleaner, and asked:
" Robert, are you sure there are still that many Blood Corpse left to sell?"
"Yes, Master, you can ask me about the inventory of all sellable items."
Upon hearing this, the shop manager spread his hands and said to the two Soul Returner:
"That's it. So, how much do you two need?"
"All."
The leader, [ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ], said seriously:
"Could you please pack this up? We'll pay a deposit first and then pick it up later."
After saying that, the two turned and left, leaving the repair shop owner with a stunned expression.
He paused for a moment before asking:
" Robert, they just said they wanted them all, right?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then pack it up, let me see your skills."
"Yes, Master."
The Soul Returner scattered and soon began transporting Blood Corpse in strings towards the direction of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.
The reason it's described as "in strings and strings" is because the best way to transport the Blood Corpse is to tie their hands and feet separately and then bind them together with long ropes.
This makes them look like several centipedes moving towards the direction of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" from a distance.
Blood Corpse alone are not enough. Nowadays, players have a much deeper understanding of Machine Spirit, and everyone knows that Blood Corpse are indeed an indispensable part of Machine Spirit.
Besides relying on the Blood Corpse Machine Spirit speech and movement, the Machine Spirit's Psionic Energy also comes from these monsters created by Psionic Energy infection.
The material that integrates the flesh of the Blood Corpse with the Psionic Energy structure and the mechanical structure of the fortress is naturally plant tissue.