Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 727 1 points for 1 bottle

The nun paused in her act of rising, turned her head to the side, and asked, "Is there anything else, Bishop Zhou?"

"priest."

Zhou Yuan looked up at her, his silver-gray eyes coldly darting around:

"He hasn't been into a dungeon in a long time."

"..." The nun paused for a few seconds, then scoffed, "Priest? How would I know where he is?"

The other players also silently got up, but since Zhou Yuanyang didn't say anything, they didn't dare to leave and could only stand there with him.

Tan Ji was both scared and agitated.

"Pastor" is just a title, like "nun." So far, apart from the archbishop and Zhou Yuanyang, almost no one knows their real names.

In Tan Ji's view, the nun was already a pervert among perverts, but the priest...

Recalling some unpleasant memories, Tan Ji fell completely silent.

"You are the last person to see the pastor."

Zhou Yuanyang showed no anger. He casually stroked the large centipede and said calmly:

"It's the acting chairman's question, there's no need to get so agitated."

"Excited?"

The nun couldn't help but laugh. "Why should I be excited? Shouldn't someone else be excited?"

As she spoke, the nun's gaze swept over the silent men in black robes around her, and she said with a smirk:

"The priest should volunteer on the day of the guild tournament. What, did the guild leader schedule him for the first day?"

"Ah."

Zhou Yuanyang didn't try to hide anything. After getting the answer, he looked a little listless, and the fatigue between his brows was almost impossible to conceal.

"..." The nun paused upon hearing this, then clicked her tongue with a rather complicated expression: "Don't worry, the priest will come that day."

Zhou Yuanyang nodded slightly: "Alright, you can all leave now."

As the other men in black robes, including Tan Ji who had glared angrily at the nun before leaving, departed one by one, the nun, who had originally intended to leave first, remained standing in place.

"Anything else?"

Zhou Yuanyang didn't look up, and said coldly, "I thought you would be the first to leave."

The nun lazily pulled out a chair and sat down, her long legs, clad in red-soled high heels, slightly crossed, slowly grinding across the floor as if she were loosening her joints.

"Didn't you just mean for me to stay?"

The nun wasn't going to tolerate Zhou Yuanyang's bad habit of leaving things unsaid, and with a forced smile, she tapped the table with her knuckles.

"Tell me, why did you leave me behind alone?"

"..."

Zhou Yuanyang's calm expression changed slightly, and under the nun's gaze, he slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"It's nothing."

Zhou Yuanyang's voice is very pleasant, the kind of pleasant that could be used as a voice actor in real life. It's gentle, like the detached voice of a young man who has no desires.

"You know."

What could I possibly know—

The nun admitted that her ears were a little itchy from listening. Her eyes twitched, and her gaze fell on the large centipede that Zhou Yuanyang always carried. Her expression suddenly changed.

"Zhou Yuanyang".

The nun's smiling face suddenly turned cold. She stared intently into Zhou Yuanyang's eyes and said seriously:

"The potions I make don't have many side effects in game dungeons, but if you keep using them in towns, your mental burden will become heavier and heavier."

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Activating a player's innate skill seems to be all benefits and no harm—but in reality, every player who activates an innate skill experiences varying degrees of "side effects."

The nun needs to constantly find "medicine people" to extract potions to suppress her own desires...

The Black Robe Church also notes that some players who activate offensive talent skills may experience side effects such as decreased mental and physical strength due to increased usage...

Similarly, Zhou Yuanyang was the same.

"is it?"

Zhou Yuanyang: "I can afford it."

"..."

The nun sneered, "Can you afford a dime?"

The nun rarely swore, and Zhou Yuanyang was clearly surprised, but only for a moment before he continued to smile and say:

"Please, Xin—"

"enough!"

The nun abruptly interrupted Zhou Yuanyang, her facial muscles twitching slightly from the emotional outburst.

"Don't call me by my name."

Zhou Yuan looked up at her excited expression, then lowered his eyes and apologized, "I'm sorry."

"..."

The nun felt a surge of energy coursing through her body. Trembling, she clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and said coldly:

"One bottle costs 10,000 points, no bargaining."

"it is good."

Zhou Yuan looked up without blinking, "I want five bottles."

"...Only three bottles are sold at a time."

"Okay, three bottles then."

After Zhou Yuanyang efficiently transferred the points to the nun, he asked, "When can I have them?"

The nun was quite angry and said irritably, "Two days later? Do you think I work non-stop every day without rest?"

"Ok."

Zhou Yuanyang, with a very good temper, nodded, "Then I'll come find you in two days—"

"Send someone to my studio to pick it up."

The nun sat up, and the chair behind her crashed to the ground with a thud.

"I will only sell you three potions before the guild tournament."

The nun walked towards the conference room door without looking back, her voice icy.

"Next time I buy it... it will be 20,000 yuan a bottle."

Zhou Yuan looked up, his heart skipped a beat, "Twenty thousand?"

"Too much?"

The nun turned back at the door: "Bishop Zhou, I've never been a good person, and... as colleagues, I advise you not to keep indulging in illusions."

"Illusions may be appealing, but once you've done something that could cost you your life, there's no going back."

"Thank you."

Zhou Yuanyang remained seated in the head seat and thanked him earnestly, saying, "You too."

The nun choked for a moment.

She suppressed her anger and turned to leave—"The president is a little angry about you not taking care of Yu Shijiu last time."

Zhou Yuanyang's voice came from behind: "Be careful lately, don't let the president find an opportunity."

"...He can't possibly kill me, can he?"

The nun's heart was pounding, but she showed no expression on her face, and even gave a rather sarcastic laugh.

"Doesn't he know how many people I've supported in the Black Robe Church?"

Zhou Yuanyang: "It is not the same thing that the great merit makes the chairman unhappy."

"casual."

As the nun's heartbeat gradually calmed down, she said, "I won't tolerate his bad habits."

Zhou Yuanyang remained silent for several seconds before finally asking, "Why aren't you leaving?"

With the nun's ability to earn points, Zhou Yuanyang suspected that she had already saved up almost a million points.

"..."

The nun by the door frowned upon hearing this, and finally said calmly:

"What can you do if you leave?"

The nun said, "My situation in the real world isn't much better than here."

Zhou Yuanyang remained silent.

Only when the sound of high heels faded into the distance did Zhou Yuanyang stand up, bend down to right the chair the nun had just knocked over, and meticulously wipe the dust off the chair before standing up.

The large centipede that crawled onto his shoulder hissed.

Zhou Yuan tilted his head back and stroked its body, saying gently:

"Don't worry...it'll be soon."