My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 451 - 156. Dissatisfaction and saving face are the driving forces behind skill improvement_3

Chapter 451: 156. Dissatisfaction and saving face are the driving forces behind skill improvement_3

She tilted her head up to Orchid and said:

"What if an already favored player pays a visit to the baroness, and I go along as a retainer or friend? They could be the one to request the ’viewing gift’..."

"In theory, it’s possible!"

Orchid nodded and said:

"But you may not find a player willing to take that risk with you. Making direct requests to an NPC can surely reduce their favorability. Let alone when it’s for a key NPC like Governor Miriam."

"What if it’s another NPC?"

Little Wei Ming waved her hand and said:

"If an NPC takes me in, then that wouldn’t be a problem, right?"

"Hmm?"

Orchid looked at the confident Little Wei Ming quizzically and asked:

"So, what’s your plan?"

"Of course, it’s to find the handsome and gentle Sir Morphy!"

The dwarf chuckled and said:

"He mostly whittles the time away, not doing much of official work every day, besides touring around his territory. As his standby warrior, such a small request should not lead to my expulsion, right? You also said that his liking rate algorithm is different from other NPCs."

"Since I’ve earned my qualifications, I should be given preferential treatment, right?"

"Yes, indeed, that’s feasible!"

Orchid nodded, glanced at the triumphantly smiling Little Wei Ming, and said:

"You really are a clever little one."

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The news of Little Wei Ming passing the Black Iron Trial blasted like a bomb last night, and after a few hours of fermentation, it had spread like wildfire across the forum, startling almost all the players.

There were constant inquiries about how it was accomplished on the forum. The ever-patient Lumina simply started a new thread, explaining the whole process.

At this time, deep in the sewers under Crimson Castle, Happy Stick, who was battling a group of ghouls, yawned. He opened the game forum and read the posts.

He was evidently figuring out how to handle his trial.

"Do I really have to incorporate real-world thinking into a 100% virtual game?"

Stick Brother squinted his eyes; he felt like he was catching on to something.

However, too much thinking made him forget to command three newcomers to retreat, which created a gap in their formation. Three ghouls barged in and caused havoc, almost causing major casualties to the team.

"Damn it! What are you afraid of? Aim your spears and hold them back! Push them out! The riflemen, prepare to shoot!"

Stick Brother jumped up and shouted, quickly restoring the chaotic formation.But his heart was not in the fight, he pulled out a map of the sewer that he drew himself, rubbed his chin for several minutes, and told his buddies:

"Let’s grind for another 30 minutes, then follow me to set some traps!"

"Huh? Stick Brother, why set traps?"

Tiger Leopard Riders · Dou asked curiously, and Happy Stick squinted his eyes and said:

"To lure an elite corpse-eating ghost. Tonight, I will pass the Black Iron Trial! I aim to develop a strategy that everyone can use. As men, we can’t be seen as inferior to a little girl, can we?"

Meanwhile, at the edge of the sewer in the outer city area, where the soldiers were leveling up with Brother Cat, they were discussing the event of last night.

The server-wide achievement of Little Wei Ming set their blood boiling; they were eager to grab a ghoul for a practice fight.

"A girl managed to defeat a Black Iron Elite. How embarrassing!"

Dog Paddle in the North of the Forest slapped his face and sighed, leaving the other three guys speechless. But Brother Cat, who was sitting next to them, just grinned, took a sip from his canteen, stood up holding his great sword, and said:

"Why bother comparing with others? You should compete with yourself! This game’s blocking and dodging system is so real. Once your skills are up to par, not only can you solo an elite, but also do it without taking damage."

"Huh? Brother Cat, I believe you can defeat an elite, but without injury... that’s too exaggerated."

"How is it? Don’t believe me? Give me a few more days to figure out this game, and then I’ll open your eyes. But to do it without injury you can’t use Blood Vulture Swordsmanship. It’s good for attack but lacks agility, that’s a flaw of the swordsmanship itself."

"I need to find a way to learn a skill that balances both attack and defense. Now, tell me how to gain favorability in this game?

"When I sparred with Sir Maxim before, I saw him use a swordsmanship style that permits dodging without getting hurt. I plan to learn it, and then I should be able to solo an elite."

"Achoo!"

At this moment, Maxim, who was escorting a convoy out of Bataxin City, sneezed without warning. A descendant next to him looked at him quizzically and said:

"Sir, are you all right? are you hurt?"

"No."

The fully armed Maxim riding on a war horse, waved his hand and said:

"I just have a very strange feeling, as if I’ve been targeted by something difficult to shake."