Another Life: Elf Archer

Ganlifang is a good place, really a good place, I think about it every year.

After Young Master Yan left, she and Su Ze also planned to leave here, but they were distracted by a casual conversation. Nian Nian then pulled Su Ze to sit at a small table in the corner by the window.

The table was hidden behind the pillars supporting the lobby. Every year, a scrap of gold was exchanged for the hospitality of the waiter and two short screens. On the grounds that Su Ze, a master of painting, needed to collect pictures here, he temporarily had a small space to isolate the view. space.

The sight was cut off, but the sound was not.

Su Ze was lying on the table writing and drawing, leaning against the window sill and closing his eyes.

The buzzing conversation resounded in the lobby, the crisp shouts of the waiter, the collision of wooden chopsticks and porcelain, the occasional burst of laughter, the wine glass smashed boldly on the table, the chair was roughly pulled, and finally, every year even heard a somewhat disturbing sound Uncomfortable chewing and lip smacking sounds.

Nian Nian imagined her hearing as a wall full of switches. Behind each switch was a line connecting various sources of sound.She usually only turns on one or a few of the switches, and turns on more switches when needed to receive more sounds.

Listening to different voices at the same time is a test of concentration and willpower.

Concentration naturally means focusing on hearing, pretending to enlarge your ears, or simply leaving yourself with only one pair of ears.

Willpower is used to resist temptation.

When listening to different sounds at the same time, the most common situation is that one of the sounds draws all the attention halfway, and the other sounds are involuntarily weakened into a blurry background.

At this time, one needs willpower to firmly fix one's attention on the intersection of the sound source and not let it go too deep into a certain street.

Almost all elven players have complained about the inconvenience of hearing enhancement. Not only do they suffer from headaches and tinnitus in the game, but every year they also hear someone swear that they can still feel a kind of overuse of their brains even after going offline. Came tired.

However, these complaints did not last long. After gradually adapting, everyone also found their own suitable method of adjusting their hearing.

Those players who once complained about offline headaches will happily introduce the "superpowers" they got from the game, the real dual-purpose, or even triple-purpose, and the concentration that surpasses others. Although the duration is short-lived, it is absolutely True

Sometimes, Nian Nian feels that it is not the game experience of being an Elf that gives them these "superpowers", but that only players with this possibility will be assigned to the birth pool of the Elf by the system.

As for Nian Nian herself, her ability to receive and process information from multiple sources in parallel seems to be innate. Of course, this "birth" refers to the creation of an account in the game.

For example, right now, she is turning on the switches of the surrounding sound sources one by one. After carefully listening and judging, she keeps the lines that need attention and turns off those that are meaningless.

This was undoubtedly a very complicated process, but Nian Nian soon discovered that doing so was not in vain, and she did hear a lot of interesting things.

Niannian didn't know the history of Ganlifang, nor did she know how wide the customer base of Ganlifang was. She only found these people coming and going to be very interesting, especially their conversations.

There were a few ordinary-looking men in the lobby, complaining that the liquor store on the corner was taking inventory and would close in a few days. They didn't know where to find authentic foreign spirits to drink in the future.

The people at the same table lamented that the owner of the wine shop was over 60 years old. His eldest son went to sell goods outside the customs a few years ago. He should have arrived home in the past few days. Now he doesn’t know if he was detained by the court. The restriction order was blocked, and the old man became worried and fell ill. His younger son had no choice but to close the business first, and asked someone to go north to look for his brother while taking care of his sick father.

There were also people who seemed to have just returned from Luoyang. As soon as their buttocks touched the stool, they shook their heads and praised the tranquility of Bagua City. Unlike Luoyang, the government posted various notices all over the streets and walls, like dog-skin plasters. It was also noisy, with officers and soldiers everywhere.

Before he finished speaking, someone already said with disdain that this is a country bumpkin who has never seen the world.

"How chaotic can Luoyang be? Didn't you go to Chang'an where people were so crowded that there wasn't even a fly in the streets? When I first entered the city, I thought someone had killed the emperor."

Such rebellious words naturally aroused everyone's attention. However, this is Mingtang Bagua City, and Ganlifang did not have a sign saying "Don't talk about state affairs". Instead, the topic of the conversation in the entire lobby was determined by the Imperial Preceptor and his decree. .

After listening to it for a while every year, I was simply impressed by the imagination of these people. Some speculated that beauties would harm the country, some speculated about witchcraft, and some speculated that the emperor planned to liquidate political opponents who had seized power in the early years. Among other things, there were several guesses. The person with the status of national master is really powerful, it is almost the truth.

Half of the sound source lines have been screened. When she opened her eyes every year, she saw Su Ze looking at her curiously and couldn't help but smile.

"What's going on depends on what I do."

Su Ze was a little confused and scratched his head, "Nothing, I feel like you just disappeared."

The "disappearance" is puzzling every year.

"It just seems to blend into the background behind me, and I feel like I have lost focus." Su Ze honestly expressed his feelings.

"Maybe it's because I'm listening carefully to the people around me, and I need to concentrate more." Nian Nian was still listening to the many conversations in the lobby, and was just a little distracted at this time.

Su Ze immediately shut up and continued to draw with his head down obediently. Nian Nian gave him a funny look and began to quietly filter out the other half's voice.

These were the sounds floating in from the window, mostly from pedestrians walking on the street. Niannian didn't want to embarrass himself, but just focused on the guests coming and going on the first floor of Ganlifang.

She heard a young man showing off that he had made a fortune today, and proudly asked the man to weigh a pound of good wine for him.

The reason why he got rich was by selling an old wild ginseng that his family had treasured for many years. It was originally found by his father from outside the customs in the early years. The prices of some medicinal materials in Bagua City had skyrocketed in the past few days, so he secretly took it in exchange for it. gold.

Not far away from him was a middle-aged man drinking wine with a frown on his face. The people at the same table were trying to persuade him to give up the fur business altogether, otherwise he would definitely drink the northwest wind this year.

Every year, I still hear a few women chattering standing in front of the counter, staring closely at the waiter weighing the wine, talking about how to use the sweet wine to make something that the children at home like to eat, and muttering about how to give it to the city this year. Shu Xiu from the private school here wants to come back.

There is only one private school in the city. A few days ago, the three young scholars in the private school resigned and ran to Chang'an one by one. They said they were going to participate in some etiquette dispute. They didn't know when they would return. Only one of the whole private schools was left who was deaf. The dazzled old master, several families have already picked up the children and transferred them to the literacy hall opened by Mingtang.

Every year I heard an old man who seemed to be asking for directions.The old man's accent was too strong, and she wanted to give up after hearing a few sentences every year. Unexpectedly, the three words "Tianhuo Tower" suddenly popped into her ears. She combined the answers of others and guessed, and finally understood. This old man’s purpose.

It turned out that the village where the old man lived was in trouble. Every night, groups of weasels sneaked into the village to eat chickens and sheep. For three days in a row, all the livestock and poultry in the village suffered, leaving behind the guarding dogs and People would fall asleep uncontrollably every night. The panicked villagers thought it was Wong Tai Sin from the Qinling Mountains who came down from the mountain. They recommended the old man to come to the city to seek help from the immortals in Mingtang, and maybe they could borrow some magical weapons to drive away Wong Tai Sin.

"Such a thing has never happened in the past hundreds of years. Our ancestors said that the nearby mountains are protected by Mingtang, which prevents those beasts and monsters from entering the village. I don't know what happened these days, ugh."

Together with the others downstairs, they watched the old man stagger away and thought of what Young Master Yan said in the prison.

He said that the National Preceptor's policies were a good thing for the people, allowing them to live and work in peace and contentment.

Nian Nian feels that Young Master Yan must have forgotten to add a time limit or an attribution to this good deed.

It should be said that from a long-term perspective, from an overall perspective, these policies may be a good thing.

At the very least, for the time being, these ordinary and simple residents of the game world do not feel that their lives have become better every year.

Some were directly affected by the imperial court's restrictions, and some were indirectly affected. But no matter what the reason was, what happened, or what led to it, a feeling of imminent rain arose spontaneously, and it fell on several people. On the lips of an old man who came to rest.

The old people have lived in Bagua City all their lives, and their awe for the imperial court is not worth their love for their hometown. They are well-informed and thump their canes on the ground, complaining and criticizing these stupid restrictions to a rare audience. .

For some reason, Nian Nian suddenly thought of an ancient myth she had heard.

That was the doomsday that was destined for the gods. No matter how hard the gods tried to avoid the doomsday, everything they did was just pushing or even accelerating the rotation of the wheel of fate.

The National Preceptor may be trying hard to avoid the emergence of chaos, but for the time being, what he has done seems to have only accelerated the birth of chaos.

Nian Nian couldn't help but laugh out loud, a little self-deprecating, a little ridiculous. She actually had the feeling that a mortal would try to change history. History was never fixed, and the so-called change was just self-deception.

Then she saw Simir.

Under the bright sunshine, the darkness became darker and darker. Simil stood at the entrance of a dark alley, raising his head slightly, his eyes passed through the noisy voices and ran into Nian Nian's eyes.

Great, Nianni thought, another person who wanted to stop Ragnarok also appeared.

Pressing the auditory switch, the noise in the lobby and streets became a blurry background, except for one person's voice that was exceptionally clear.

I heard Simir’s call every year.

.