But... can Skills no longer on the Skills panel be deduced?
Just as Lu Wenwu was about to send a ssage to Liu Ming and then go into seclusion.
At that mont, the doorbell rang.
This ever-diligent liaison had arrived.
It had been a long ti, so Lu Wenwu imdiately cooked a more delicious egg pancake for him, making this guy who hadn’t yet been chosen as a Player thoroughly enamored.
"Exchange this umbrella for a piece of Epic Level Armor for , nothing with fancy Skills, just a simple blessing will do. Ideally, sothing like the Hulk’s shorts that can change with transformation."
After chatting leisurely at the dining table, Lu Wenwu took out a pile of old junk he had accumulated and laid it on the table.
"Sell all these odds and ends for Spirit Coins. If the organization wants to buy, sell it to them. The price is up to you; you don’t need to discuss it with ."
He sold this pile purely to clear his inventory; as long as the Spirit Coins were reasonable, it didn’t matter if it was a few hundred more or less. It was a free extra inco anyway.
"Alright, it’ll take about seven days for the results. I’ll bring it to you then." Liu Ming nodded, using the storage tools issued to him to put everything away. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll head back to HQ to write the report."
"Sure thing, I trust you to handle it." Lu Wenwu laughed and handed him a few more egg pancakes. "Take these to eat on the road."
"Ahaha, thanks, Brother Wu!"
Liu Ming’s eyes lit up, he reached out to take them and walked towards the door.
Just as he was about to step out the door, Lu Wenwu suddenly had a faint premonition.
He couldn’t explain it, but he just felt like sothing bad might happen.
It was sowhat like an animal’s instinctual premonition of danger.
"Ming, wait a second."
Lu Wenwu called to him, and took out a Secret Silver Cross from his personal Space.
It was the Enlightennt Spiritual Artifact he had confiscated from so unlucky Old Ghost during his first mission in Ghost An, usable for ordinary people.
Using his Cultivation Technique, Lu Wenwu activated his own Energy and recharged the cross.
Besides that, he also infused it with a bit of his condensed Overlord Fist Intent.
"Take this, it’s for you."
Without waiting for Liu Ming to respond, Lu Wenwu hung it around his neck.
"Brother Wu, what’s this?" Liu Ming asked, a bit puzzled.
"Just a little protective amulet, even ordinary people can use it." Lu Wenwu chuckled, "If you run into danger, just point this thing at them and shout ’Brother Wu save ’, and you’ll be fine."
"An amulet?" Liu Ming exclaid, quickly declining, "No, no, Brother Wu, this is too valuable, I can’t accept it. Besides, we have..."
"Why are you being so polite with ? I’m a master of cash power."
Without hesitation, Lu Wenwu interrupted him and pushed Liu Ming out the door.
"If your leader has any objections, tell them to co find directly. I’d like to see what’s up."
Picture of the boss who can’t speak well, but loves you.
Liu Ming stood in the small villa courtyard, holding the Secret Silver Cross, feeling both amused and helpless.
Would accepting this artifact count as accepting a bribe?
If a BBC reporter captured this scene, tomorrow’s headline would probably be: "Shock! Divine Continent A Tier Player clashes violently with officials, official staff survive through national faith."
The essence of journalism: twisting words, manipulating narratives, and seeking attention.
After getting back to the office and thinking it over, Liu Ming decided to include the matter of the cross in the report he submitted to his superiors.
The boss didn’t say much, just gave him an encouraging look and firmly patted his shoulder, indicating that he should maintain a good relationship with Lu Wenwu.
If soone gives you sothing, just accept it earnestly; it’s your reward for your labor.
As long as you get the job done, everything will be fine.
Liu Ming finally felt at ease, continuing to work diligently, arranging the matters Lu Wenwu had entrusted him with ticulously, and converting them into Spirit Coins as quickly as possible.
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