Weird Deep-sea Game, I Can Fish Without Limit

  Chapter 158 Promotion Certificate

   "So that's it. It's a kind of illusion that can affect the mind. It's a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible to solve."

  Inside the Wind's Rest City Posthouse.

  After taking the potion, Alton, the weaver mentor who had fully recovered to normal, described to the two new archmages what happened to the six of them on the first floor of the Theater of Sorrows.

   While the mentor and the archmage were talking, Qi Heng was on the sidelines, dawdling away to pack up the bottles and jars used to make potions, so as to listen to their conversation.

  From the description of his tutor Alton, Qi Heng learned that after the six of them entered the Theater of Sorrow that night, they watched a **** performance uncontrollably.

   Then he turned himself into an actor in the show and performed it again.

  Although they came out of the Theater of Sorrows later, the scene of the performance still appeared in front of them from time to time, making them unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

   After hearing this, Archmage Quint, the fourth-rank and sixth-rank spellweaver, analyzed that there should be a very strong illusion in the Theater of Sorrow.

  Whether it’s the performance I saw or performing it again myself, those are illusions that don’t exist.

  The next time you enter, as long as you prepare in advance and break the illusion, the Theater of Sorrow will be destroyed by itself.

  With the conclusion of the Archmage, everyone in the Violet Eye Mission was relieved.

   Qi Heng only left the room after he understood what was going on. As an apprentice, he still has a lot of work to do today.

  He first covered his mouth and nose with a towel, and then fixed the towel behind his head with a rope.

  He used this method to make a simple mask before he dared to enter the yard.

  Because the potion formula given by Li Feng has a miraculous effect on curing the mental influence of the Theater of Sadness.

   Therefore, Violet Eye is now obliged to assist the Zijinhua Church in the large-scale production of potions.

  For those who are driven mad by hearing sad theater singing at night.

   It's just that the work of boiling the potion was handed over to Bonnie by the Archmage Spirits.

  Because Bonnie has the blood of giants, in history, giants have talents that other races cannot match in terms of alchemy and herbal medicine.

  At this moment, Bonnie is being helped by a group of apprentices.

  In the courtyard of the post house, many cauldrons for boiling medicine have been set up, and she is brewing a potion to cure the illusion of the sad theater.

  But Qi Heng has always felt that spirits must have overlooked a problem, that is, Bonnie's giant blood is not pure.

  Although the potions she makes are of good quality and high purity, for some reason, her potions always smell like feces and urine.

   "This may also be a talent."

  Qi Heng, who covered his nose with a towel, sighed.

  Besides this, there is another thing that makes Qi Heng happy, that is, because the healing potion is effective, their food in the post house of Violet Eye has finally improved.

  But there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and Qi Heng never thought of hiding it.

  So, now both the cook at the post house and the residents of Wind's Rest know.

  The healing potion was not brought by the Archmage of the Violet Eye, but left by Rhine of Wind's Rest before going to sea.

  In the eyes of the residents of Wind's Rest, it is not the Violet Eye that heals the sick, but their maesters.

  So their attitude towards the Violet Eye mission is only less repulsive, but more arrogant.

   "We have to rely on the bachelors of Wind's Rest to treat this weird thing."

   "That is to say, if it weren't for Mr. Rhine, the people with Violet Eyes would still be crazy."

   When Qi Heng passed by the kitchen of the post house, he heard the cooks say this.

  But as Qi Heng, who no longer needs to eat cold bread, he wondered what kind of bicycle he would like while drinking hot potato soup, which is not bad.

   And he felt even more at this moment that when Rhine came back, he must find a way to let Rhine and Huang Yanyan get to know each other.

  For the sake of the official player world, this relationship must never be broken.

  …

  In the early morning of August 19th, the east gradually turned pale.

  Weak sunlight shines on the Theater of Sorrows standing on Lighthouse Island. On the top floor of the theater, the ancient gargoyle statues are grim and mottled.

  After a night of discussion and rest, Quint, Spirits, Alton, and a group of high-ranking spellweavers from the Violet Eye mission began to prepare to enter the Theater of Sorrows again.

  As that night, when Quint put his hand on the heavy front door of the theater, the door opened itself to let people pass through.

  The spellweavers who were already prepared filed in again.

   After the door carved with complicated and weird patterns closed silently, Bonnie lowered her head and asked Qi Heng:

   "With the Archmage here this time, they should be able to pass the first floor of the theater smoothly, right?"

   It was probably Bonnie's problem, which reminded Qi Heng of his experience of taking care of a mentally abnormal mentor these days.

  Looking at the sad theater in front of him, Qi Heng took a breath and replied:

   "Who knows, at worst, let them drink the potion you made again."

  Bonnie thought for a while after hearing the words, and asked slightly unwillingly:

   "Is it that bad to drink? I think it's okay."

  Qi Heng rubbed his eyebrows speechlessly:

   "Junior Sister, sometimes I feel that the potion you make is exactly the same as the Theater of Sorrow."

   "Huh? What does that mean?"

   "Both can cause psychological damage."

   Bonnie: …

  The golden morning sun shines from the east, reflecting the brilliant blue sea.

  Because of the first experience, two more archmages were added.

  The spellweavers who entered the Violet Eye again were not lost in the illusion staged on the first floor.

  They used the previously prepared ceremony to break through the illusion, and finally they were able to see the true face of the first floor of the Theater of Sorrow.

   But facing the ruins of the entire first floor, not only Mentor Alton, but even Archmage Quint and Spirits were stunned.

   What about the treasure? What about power?

  Why there is nothing here except broken stone pillars and broken halls.

   "Shouldn't it be, the lost land that existed for tens of thousands of years, shouldn't there be nothing?"

   Archmage Quint was a little anxious.

   As a lost place sunken on the seabed, if there were no special treasures or powers, it would have decayed on the seabed long ago.

   It is absolutely impossible to appear in this world inexplicably.

"I understand!"

  When all the spellweavers were shocked and surprised, Alton stroked a broken wall, and suddenly said loudly:

   "We had previously speculated that before we entered the theater for the first time, someone had already entered the theater, you see."

   Alton said, making everyone look at the break in the wall:

   "These fractures are all new, it must have been caused by the being who entered the theater before!"

"what?!"

   Quint, who did not understand the previous situation, widened his eyes and was shocked.

   Someone already passed the Theater of Sorrows level? Got the power and treasure here? Also destroy the entire layer?

how can that be?

   Among other things, breaking through the illusion just now is not something ordinary high-level transcendents can do.

  The few people on their trip are not only not low-ranking, but they are all people in the Violet Eye who have a complete inheritance of the law weaver.

   But even so, when facing the illusion just now, they also made a lot of preparations and took a lot of effort to successfully crack it.

   But looking at the newly destroyed broken wall in front of him, Quint still has other weavers.

   Needless to think, he knew that the first person to enter the first floor of the Theater of Sorrow must also have cracked the illusion.

   And not only that, he must have also grabbed the power or treasure that exists on the first floor.

   "This statement is believable."

  Archmage Spirits paced among the broken walls, looking up at the entire shattered hall, a little fear rose from her heart, she murmured:

   "What kind of strength and rank should a person who breaks through the illusion and destroys all of this have?"

  …

  The midday sun passed through the gaps woven by the lush leaves, leaving bright spots on the writing desk in front of Li Feng.

  August 19th, the game world of Endless Sea, the seventh game cycle.

  Li Feng sat in front of the desk in his room, playing with the snow-white and gold-plated invitation letter.

  The Surprise Strike docked at the dock area of ​​Wind's Rest last night.

  It was night, and there was almost no one in the dock area, and it was dark and inconvenient to walk.

   Except for those who have people waiting at home, most of the crew members choose to continue to sleep on the boat for one night and wait until dawn before disembarking.

   And Li Feng just took advantage of the darkness and the crew members were asleep, so he and Xi Ya quietly went to the lighthouse island to sacrifice a thunder moray.

   Wait until the next morning, the sky is bright.

  At the kind invitation of the captains Andrew and John, Li Feng and the returned crew members went to a restaurant to celebrate together.

  What Li Feng didn't expect was that the owner of this restaurant knew him and expressed his gratitude to him again and again.

  Under the narration of the restaurant owner, Li Feng learned about it.

  During the few days when he was out at sea, strange self-mutilation incidents occurred every night in Wind's Rest.

  Those people who had self-harmed themselves were rescued by the light praying people of the Zijinhua Church, but their spirits had extremely serious problems.

  At that time, everyone was helpless, even the archmage of Violet Eye who came to deal with the problem was helpless.

   Just when the people in the city were in despair, Perry, the apprentice of Violet Eye, made the potion according to Li Fengxin's formula, which saved everyone.

   And the restaurant owner's son is one of them.

  Before going to sea, Li Feng had a vague idea that the Theater of Sorrow might affect ordinary people in the city.

  But what he never expected was that the impact of the theater was so serious.

   And because of the medicinal formula on Thaksin, these serious effects were solved.

   Even now, the residents of Wind's Rest are lamenting that after Mr. Rhine killed the demon, he once again saved Wind's Rest.

  However, Li Feng also has his own considerations. Now that the incident is so serious, Governor Fell will definitely summon him.

   Sure enough, after many entertainments, as soon as Li Feng returned to Storm's End, the governor ordered someone to invite him to lunch.

  At the dinner table, Governor Penrose Fell, although he only showed ramblings and chatter, Li Feng didn't have any untrue lies.

   From learning the ancient troll language with a teacher when I was a child, to helping Violet Eye translate historical materials, to meeting an old friend of the crew and going to sea to help.

  Everything has a sufficient cause and effect, and the most important.

  Because of the unremarkable cufflinks of the relic, in the eyes of the high-ranking governor, Li Feng's current rank is still a second-tier hunter.

  His strength has not changed, and there are sufficient reasons for what he did, so it is difficult for Governor Fell to doubt anything.

  Under the scorching sun, bursts of cicadas came from outside the window.

   Li Feng turned his gaze back to the snow-white and gold-plated invitation letter in his hand.

  This is the performance invitation letter he received last night as a sacrifice to the Lightning Moray at the Theater of Sorrows.

   "My dearest Mr. Rhine, please watch your performance at midnight today.

  —The Theater of Sorrow"

  'It's tonight. '

  Opening the invitation letter, Li Feng sighed.

  Different from the fear of receiving the invitation letter last time, with the existence of Heilong Xiya, Li Feng sees the invitation letter now, which is equivalent to seeing the promotion certificate.

  If nothing else happens, he and Shia will be able to enter the second floor of the Theater of Sorrow at 11:30 tonight.

   And because of Hei Longxia, he can be promoted to the second and fourth ranks while lying down.

   Seeing that there was nothing left and right, Li Feng lay down on the bed, ready to take a nap and have a good rest.

  But before going to bed, he saw the system chat channel, and accumulated a lot of unread messages.

  I wanted to take a look at it while I had time.

  But as soon as I opened the chat channel, I realized that I couldn't understand anything at all.

  *: "This system is too cheating, just kill it and don't bury it!"

  *: "Yeah, doesn't it issue tasks based on levels?"

  *: "I can't imagine, if I do this task, I'm afraid I won't even know how to die."

  *: "That's right, this system is too bad."

  *: "To be honest, I haven't been promoted to Transcendence, yet I have received this task."

  *: "This mission should be of that kind of regional nature, and players who are not in the region cannot receive it."

  *: "Almost, but this task reminds me that before the official player stopped No. 67 boss, it is the same as the promotion task rewarded by the system."

  *: "Oh, I remembered it too. I remember that the official players at the time called that mission a death mission."

  *: "The mission we have received now can probably be called a death mission."

  Looking at the lines of information flashing in front of him, Li Feng guessed whether some players had received some missions.

   Looking through the chat records, Li Feng found that it was at noon today.

  The players on Luofeng Island and the nearby players have received a system task.

   From the discussion of the players, Li Feng can roughly see.

  The requirement of the system task is to get the tidal scepter.

  The reward for completing this task is to get a promotion.

  Judging from the rewards of the mission alone, this mission is indeed extremely attractive.

but.

  ‘What is the tidal scepter? '

   Li Feng was curious and continued to look through the chat records.

  After that, he saw that a player suspected of living in Luofeng Island mentioned it.

  *: "I don't know if you still remember the big storm in the waters near Storm Island in the last few days of the last cycle?"

  *: "Is it the time when the Violet Eye ship was trapped so they couldn't catch the paper crane?"

  *: "Yes, it was that time.

  The news I heard is that the storm was not caused by natural causes, but was caused by someone fighting for the tidal scepter that opened and controlled the sea city.

   If nothing unexpected happened, a new island should have appeared in the center of that storm.

  The future mirage will be held there. "

  *: "Uh... My life is so ordinary, can I ask, what is a sea market?"

  *: "You can understand it as a black market for illegal items."

  *: "Wait! The scepter looks so powerful, but the system asked us to grab it? Isn't this an obvious mission of killing people?"

  *: "Yes, in fact, if you think about it from another angle, the system is not obliged to upgrade us."

  *: "My heart is pierced."

  *: "I don't think everyone should be nervous.

  Even if you accept the task, as long as you put it aside and don't do it, it will have no effect. "

  *: "Makes sense!"

  *: "So I'm relieved."

  Looking at the discussion of the players, Li Feng couldn't help thinking of the new island he had just been to.

  The small island that appeared in the storm, the tidal scepter that opens the sea city.

  The voodoo dolls placed in the cave, and the floating blue things that the crew had seen.

   Li Feng, who couldn't sleep anymore, thought in his heart, is there some kind of connection between them?

  (end of this chapter)