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Searching for code name “Pangolin”_2

804: 274.

Searching for code name “Pangolin”_2

“I always feel that ‘Spiritual Energy’ isn’t very scientific…

Compared to such mystical forces, I find holding a gun gives me a better sense of security.

I’m not like you young people who can easily accept new things; I’m old, and I don’t want to hassle myself with reshaping the worldview I’ve spent decades building.”

“Isn’t it a pity to have maxed-out ‘Thought’ and not use it?”

Life is pretty good felt somewhat regretful.

Compared to the professor, his ‘Thought’ was only at 7, and he always felt outshined.

“‘Thought’ is just an attribute; it’s not just about manipulating Spiritual Energy but also learning ability, which is quite complicated.

I even asked Lady Cui Si specifically.

She made it clear that having a high ‘Thought’ doesn’t necessarily mean one is suited to be a Psychic.

But if ‘Thought’ is below 5, you definitely can’t become one.”

Mud Car Iaido, holding an oversized Dwarf Trench Spear, chimed in and looked at the Reaper’s Scythe in Life is pretty good’s hand, explaining:

“This attribute merely means you can perceive Spiritual Energy, but perceiving and manipulating are two different things; you understand, right?”

“I do, I just think it’s a shame, after all, we don’t have such clearly defined ghosts and ghouls in our real world.

Since we’re playing a game, why not try something that doesn’t exist in reality?

Hey, guys, leave that Jackal and Wolf near death for me, I want to try extracting a resentful spirit talisman.”

Life is pretty good grinned.

A certain bright light twinkled in his squinted eyes, the light of eager anticipation.

“Buzz”

After the administrative players yelled and cleared out a crowd of Jackal and Wolf that had pounced on them, Frostfang’s Claw, the scout, dressed in his signature night gear, leaped out from the adjacent shadows.

He flicked the blood off the bone dagger in his hand, made a few gestures to his teammates, and said:

“It’s ahead!

I’ve found it, follow me.”

Sister Pomegranate called out at the forefront, and the other administrative players promptly followed.

They all had the team quest “Find the Pangolin,” and everyone was quite interested in the true identity of this secretive high-level agent under the command of the Vampires.

It was not until they saw Hog, who was anxiously waiting at the border affected by the Star Realm Energy, that their curiosity was instantly satisfied in some bizarre way.

“Why is this Jackal and Wolf so tiny and thin?”

The Dump Truck operator exclaimed in shock:

“Aren’t they feeding it?

How could it be starved like this?”

“Perhaps it was born disabled?”

Half-Hanging Insurance, scratching his chin, sized up Hog, whose frame and demeanor stood out from the other Jackal and Wolf, and said:

“The way this fellow is wearing a hood makes me think of those guys who always say ‘yesyes.’ No wonder it got involved with the Vampires; this slyness isn’t something the other Jackal and Wolf could possess.”

“It’s called ‘Hog’!

Isn’t this an Easter Egg, definitely an official Easter Egg?”

Life is pretty good cried out in the crowd and then chuckled, nudging Honorary Knight Tepar next to him, clad in full armor, and said:

“Hey, ‘co-villager’.”

“In my memory, the Jackal and Wolf Lord Hog was by no means such a feeble being.

This is merely fate’s design that has brought about a demonic creature with the same name in two different worlds.

This might indeed represent some kind of higher-dimensional will.”

Tepar, cosplaying as a Knight with a full-face helmet, scrutinized Hog.

He stubbornly refused to acknowledge that this skinny, small Jackal and Wolf that wasn’t even as tall as his shoulder, was the robust ‘King of the Clearing in the Woods’ of his memory.

But regardless, encountering a familiar name in a ‘Different World’ was still something to take delight in for a moment.

“Hey, Hog, long time no see.”

Little Wei Ming, who had gotten along with Hog well previously because of their size at Crimson Castle, fluttered her wings and landed beside the Jackal and Wolf, slapping Hog’s shoulder familiarly, and circling around him several times.

She asked:

“Why are you alone here?

Where are your clansmen?”

“Now’s not the time to let them know about Sir Morphy’s plan; they can’t understand what I am doing as a form of salvation.”

After seeing the arrival of Sir Morphy’s Warriors as promised, Hog, with the hood covering its body, sighed in relief and spoke to the group of girls coming toward it in the peculiar accent of the Jackal and Wolf:

“Kenbote Bitebone is as good as dead tonight.

That fool will become a tragic side character in the great journey of Sir Morphy’s story, of this I have no doubt.

But the problem is, its death will throw the entire camp into Chaos, and tens of thousands of Jackal and Wolf running around will render your hard work in driving the bandits out of Transylvania all for naught.

I’ve been contemplating this issue for the past few days, and I think I can offer my negligible wisdom to Sir Morphy on this matter.”

“Ding!”

The sound of the Calculating Pearl indicated a mission update.

Everyone lowered their heads to look; the plot quest “Find the Pangolin” had moved on to the second step, with content that was refreshingly straightforward with only one sentence:

[Hidden plot quest ‘The Birth of a Clan’ has been updated!

Quest content: Listen to the ‘Pangolin’s’ opinion and decide whether to help it or not.

Warning!

This quest has significant influence on some important upcoming plots; please make your choices carefully.]

The caution attached to this quest made all the administrators in the team exchange glances.

While players with manager talents aren’t necessarily smart, it is certain that dummies are not good at managing positions.