Chapter 134 - Chapter 134: 86. It’s difficult to help a fool_2 (1/2)
Chapter 134: 86. It’s difficult to help a fool_2
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Noland Lee shook his head, steadied his mind, and cut off the idea of continuing to disassemble the Bone-mending Wand.
As an experienced player who had spent a fortune in mobile games, he was well aware of one thing:
Fate cannot be changed by playing games more, nor can a fortune be spent to change destiny, but with hard work, one can make up for their shortcomings.
Facing a new pool, if the first 20 draws don’t yield anything good, it’s better to stop. Save the money, buy something delicious, it’s better than mindlessly spending.
Noland Lee took a few deep breaths to calm himself and entered the mode for modifying the Undead Runes.
Time passed as he worked on breaking the Magic Protective Cover.
Unconsciously, Noland had weakened the magic protective cover by nearly 40%, and was on the verge of a great achievement.
During this period, no investigators from Division Intelligence Unit ft,vo appeared before him. Imperial soldiers who were collecting Death Element
Stones on the riverside also never came to pry.
Noland Lee worked in the quiet environment, his attention highly concentrated.
“Crunch, crunch…”
Someone walked over, stepping on the rocks.
Noland stopped his “pen tip”, took a pause in his breath, put the Rune Staff and the translated text into the cloth bag, flicked the metal box closed with the tip of his foot.
He could be sure that the person coming was definitely not Murphy.
Because Murphy would come and go like the wind, without any apparent movement.
People like the one who had walked toward him, with footsteps, were very likely military investigators from Division Intelligence Unit Two, who were now tracking the Bone-mending Wand.
Noland picked up the cloth bag, stepped lightly, and slowly retreated towards the riverside to withdraw.
As for the metal box containing the Bone-mending Wand, let it go, whoever wants this hot potato can take it, he didn’t want to carry the blame.
Noland Lee retreated step by step, quickly about to leave the scope of the shadows.
A woman’s voice rang out in his ear: “Stay where you are, Sin Soldier No. 888.”
Upon a closer look, a thin red light column pierced through the poisonous fog from a distance, landing on his chest.
It was as if someone was pointing a gun’s laser sight right at him.
When the person who emerged from the poisonous fog stood in front of Noland Lee, he realized that the red light column was emitted from the Red Bio-Spores on her arm.
Judging from her clothes, she was a Senior Investigator from Division Intelligence Unit Two with a Sergeant Major rank.
She was older, probably around 30 years old.