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The Christmas clown mercenary group was not established by Nick, but more and more people gathered around him. They occasionally needed to borrow the organizational form of the mercenary group - such as the task of hunting the Blue King Whale - Nick became the leader of the group under the push of others.

Apart from Nick and Nian Nian, Sarah is the second person to enter this small group, and before her, another elves, Alexander, was another elves.

According to Alexander, when he met Nick and the other two, the two seemed to have been wandering together for a long time, and built a small wooden house in an abandoned tribe deep in the Great Forest of Feathers to facilitate the human player Nick, a human player, to stay in the elves territory.

At that time, Alexander went to the deep forest to find a rare flower species according to the requirements of a certain task. He heard a man telling a story in the bushes. After listening for a while, Alexander could not bear to go out to correct a large number of common sense mistakes in the story of men - for example, there was no giant species in the Trojan War, using apples to maintain youth forever is a myth in Nordic, bows and arrows are not close weapons, etc.

After jumping out and blaming him, Alexander realized that the man who told the story was a human race that should never appear in the elves territory, and the person who listened to the story was a little girl from the elves.

This is a scumbag who abducts our young elves.

This is Alexander's first reaction after seeing the combination of Nick and Nian Nian.

Two people became three. Nick still tirelessly instilled all kinds of messy knowledge into the year, while Alexander chatted and corrected it one by one. However, compared with Nick's novel and interesting stories, Alexander's re-education work was not significant.

It was not until the tougher Sarah entered this group that her education year after year was on the right track.

As people who have experienced the most ignorant and confused period of New Year, Sarah and Alexander have both had some speculations about the origin of New Year, but they have never found the root cause.

"It seems to know something?"

Sara opened her eyes, saw Simire's inquiring eyes, and shook her head with a smile.

"We are just strangers we met in the game. What can we know?"

Simere didn't comment and his eyes stayed on Hyde and Jekyll.

""Simir wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong with us?" Hyde asked curiously.

"Perhaps I think we're weird?" Jekyll giggled.

"What's weird about the twins?" Hyde scratched his head in confusion.

"It's so weird." Jekyll yawned and drowsy.

"What are the names of the two of you?" Simire carefully observed their expressions for a moment before asking.

"My name is Hyde." Hyde answered honestly.

"Jekill." Jeekill smiled mysteriously.

Sarah looked at Simire's instant stiff expression with interest, and suddenly felt that the origin of the person in front of her seemed very interesting.

"Sorry for disturbing our friendship, will I, as a passerby, join me?"

Simere turned around and a sharp knife penetrated between his ribs.

Nick turned the hilt of the knife, jumped back gently, and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work to entertain my team members, and give me a gift to express your gratitude."

A bloody color oozed from Simere's white robe. He looked down and suddenly felt dizzy.

"I forgot to say that Dion asked me to transfer another thank-you gift on his behalf." Nick looked around and glanced at Havalizhe City not far away. "This man is probably still in the bed of a woman, so we don't have to wait for him."

Simire pulled out the knife, glanced at the blade with a faint green light, and threw it away. Nick raised his hand to take back the knife, patiently waiting for the person in front of him to dispel the toxins from the wound before he treated it.

Nick looked at Simeer who was using his skills properly and looked at the water prison that trapped others. He was a little confused about the way this guy was. What kind of character is this guy?

"Need this?" Nick took out Nian's diary and shook it at Simir.

"Yes." Simere nodded, staring at the blood on his clothes and frowned.

"No." Nick put away his diary, turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Nick would be so straightforward to refuse. Simere was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Nick was not like he was playing hard to get, he asked loudly, "Do you don't want to save anyone?"

"What else can you do except trap them for a while?" Nick stopped, twisted his upper body and looked back at him, and grinned.

"A lot." The staff in Simire's hand gently knocked down, and the size of the water prison instantly reduced. York reluctantly retracted his mount and sat on Craft's body that was thrown on the spot after he got off the line.

"Oh." Nick waved his hand, "I thought I was going to drown them!"

Nick turned around while touching his chin, thinking, "If they were drowned, it would seem that there would be no bargaining chips that could threaten me, right?"

He put his hands beside his mouth to make a trumpet "We can go to die!"

The six people in the water prison all raised a middle finger, and Craft's middle finger was broken out by York.

Nick shrugged, “It’s really hard to be a leader these days.”

Simire looked at Nick who was deliberately funny and his patience gradually faded. "Their resurrection position can be fixed, such as in a closed space."

"It's okay, when they die a few times, maybe someone will change the resurrection point back." Nick replied indifferently.

Simere frowned.

"My friend, weapons of mass destruction are not used, but are used to deter each other."

Simire's face began to look ugly. Niannian should not have realized his power. When he restored Lake Mulit, all the steps were taken secretly and deliberately highlighted the role of the diary. Niannian actually did nothing.

Moreover, realizing is one thing, correctly guiding this consciousness is another.

Albert has been monitoring Nian Nian and has not sent any letters to tell her that she has done anything unusual. For the time being, everything should be normal.

"Have you ever seen her?" Simir couldn't help asking knowingly.

"Well, she took her back to Feithers for a while," Nick glanced at the wilderness in disgust. "It should be asked her to transform this place, it's too ugly."

Simere resisted the urge to contact Albert immediately to verify, staring at Nick silently.

But Nick looked up at the palace not far from the lake, and smiled, "It seems that it's almost done."

Simeer looked along his sight. The palace was still majestic and quiet, with continuous green mixed between the white walls and black tiles, and decorated with pink flowers, making people feel full of vitality.

Simire was inexplicably surprised, and the pink and tender colors began to spread slowly.

"Ask a fungus plant how many spores do it have?" Nick asked Youran.

The wind blew, and the entire palace turned into a pink castle. Simire quickly turned around and saw the city of Havalizhe, which was also swallowed by pink mushrooms.

"The answer is guess."

Before he finished speaking, the strong wind had already risen, and the lake waves were thousands of layers, some people laughed happily, and some people were shocked.

"Stop! I'll let people go! I'll let people go!" Simire's robe was wet with cold sweat, and the water prison was broken.

The wind is like an arrow off the string. If you do not control it later, you will only follow the basic physical laws. But now he needs Nick to control these winds, and even more so, Nick needs to turn the direction of the strong wind immediately.

Those pink mushroom plants are obviously poisonous. If the strong wind really blows into Havalizhe City, it will roll up hundreds of billions of spores, and then let them be sucked into the lungs by the city residents and livestock.

Simire couldn't help but shudder. This is not a problem that can be solved simply by restoring the data.

He also thought of the disappearing elf player Dion, secretly regretting that he actually despised this person's existence and his madness.

Nick sneered, humming the popular blues jazz in the last century, his body swayed to the rhythm, his hands swung, and his hands swung leisurely, commanding the strong wind to disappear in the air.

As soon as Simere breathed a sigh of relief, he was knocked away by a heavy object. He fell to the ground and his back sank. He was pressed to the ground and unable to move.

A pair of sharp teeth, which were long and short, reached the side of Simeer's face. The big red mouse sniffed Simeer's nostrils and mouth, and arched with her wet nose, and saliva dripped on his shoulders.

York laughed at the stiff Simeer without any scruples, but the others were not interested in him, so they surrounded Nick to watch the repainted Havalizhe City.

"Dion really intends to kill the people in this city?" Jekyll asked excitedly.

"It's too high to look at him. With such a short arrangement time, you can kill at most one quarter of it, and then let the other quarter have tuberculosis." Nick rolled his eyes.

"Tuberculosis?" Hyde's eyes lit up. These are all good materials.

"Want?" Nick raised his hand.

"Hey! Don't go too far!" Simere struggled under the claws of the big mouse.

"Well, I feel so too." Nick patted the big mouse's head and rescued Simere.

"Abide by the rules, we also follow the rules." Nick kindly patted the dust on his body, and his white robe had already turned yellow.

Simire took a complicated look at the members of the mercenary group.

"Don't worry, we won't be so bored." Jekyll smiled.

"Don't worry, we won't talk nonsense." Hyde smiled generously.

Simire's expression was even more complicated.

If it weren't for the existence of these two "people", he wouldn't have fallen into this place with scruples. As for the promises of these two people, Simeer temporarily expressed doubts. In some cases, the secret is nothing more than a piece of paper that can be read at will.

Now he just wants to get out of this dilemma as soon as possible and contact Albert quickly. First, find out whether the underlying data has been actively modified next year, and then confirm the information of the experimental data body placed into the game world.

When Albert mentioned this, he didn't care much. He thought that some humanities projects wanted to borrow the world to do some psychological and sociological experiments that were difficult to obtain approval in reality. Albert also said that these data bodies would not be too special unless some designers themselves were too weird.

Seeing Hyde and Jekyll today and communicating with "them", Simere felt that he had found this weird design product.

And whether the people behind this product will infer more secrets based on his performance, Simire dared not think about it.

"I believe in my people." Nick added lightly.

"I believe in my leader, too." Jekyll looked serious, and for a moment it was exactly the same as Hyde's usual expression.

Sarah looked at the two of them with relief and smiled. John opened the Bible in his hand to cover his face, as if he was shy. York giggled and pulled away Craft's mouth, stepped on the back of the big mouse and wanted to pat Nick Nick's head, but Nick avoided it in disgust.

For the first time, Simire had such a clear feeling of being isolated.
To be continued...