Who told you I am an NPC

Chapter : 97

I steadied myself and looked around.

This looked like an office. I saw a stack of opened paper documents on the low table in front of the sofa. The documents were taller than me.

So what kind of perspective were we in, in this instance?

I didn't continue riding the dragon express. Instead, I used a Levitation Spell, leaped towards the low table, and jumped directly onto it.

I walked to the edge of the papers and started flipping through them.

This was quite a physical task, but fortunately, my strength wasn't small.

Divik got a headache just looking at the words. He maintained his dragon form and flew off to other places in search of other clues.

I flipped through two pages and found that the top one was a financial statement for the Golden Factory.

Since the instance was another spatial form generated based on reality, this Golden Factory could be directly seen as Mandiper.

Therefore, this financial statement could be considered Mandiper's in a sense.

It was marked with a dazzling array of gold coin figures. After a few glances, I felt a little dizzy.

How was this Mandiper richer than a magnificent Demon King like me?!

No way, I have to rob Mandiper's vault before I leave, otherwise some of my good qualities will disappear.

I moved away the financial statements on top.

Underneath was a colorful order menu, with various patterns drawn on it. It was an order form for a toy doll factory.

It's just that the toy doll on the first page was a bit ugly.

The first doll was a pot-bellied middle-aged doll, with a Fu Manchu mustache under his nose and some bald spots on the top of his head.

He was holding a cane, and next to him was a description of the doll.

Herman Greve

Herman is a baron who frequently attends high-society banquets.

He is a shrewd and cunning nobleman, always looking for opportunities to increase his wealth and satisfy his desires.

Seeing the doll's appearance, I doubted if anyone would actually buy such a doll.

Buying it back for a game of house to be the father would feel unlucky.

The next few dolls were pretty much the same.

Besides their unattractive appearance, the only thing they had in common was that their status was set to be either rich or noble.

I turned to the second page. When my eyes touched the doll in the second row, I was stunned.

Feiqi Bartovita

Feiqi is a noble prince. He has a powerful maternal clan and is a strong contender for the future throne.

Although it was drawn as a doll, I recognized it at a glance.

This was the younger brother of the Feiqi I had killed in Bartovita, the sixth prince of Bartovita.

I could be sure that Feiqi was a real person, so the other dolls recorded in this order catalog were most likely real people as well.

I flipped through a few more pages.

The dolls further back were more exquisite, and the species also increased from just humans to include the existence of other races.

I even saw an elf among them.

Wait a minute, could this be the truth about the Golden Men?

Was Mandiper in the business of human trafficking?

I tried to enter this answer into the submission field for instance exploration.

The exploration progress was still fixed at 30%, which it had risen to after we entered this room.

Besides actively exploring the entire area to complete 80% of the exploration progress, you could also submit your own guesses.

If the guess was correct, the exploration progress would also increase.

It seems that the Golden Man is not about human trafficking...

That's right, this is the order catalog for a toy factory, not the order catalog for the Golden Factory.

I saw the last few pages. The few beautiful dolls of other races were all circled, indicating that the person browsing this order catalog was very satisfied with these dolls and was preparing to order them.

Hmm...

I tried to input: The 'dolls' provided by the toy factory are the raw materials for making the Golden Men.

The moment I submitted it, my exploration progress increased by 10%.

Good, it seems the difficulty of this instance isn't too hard.

As long as I collect enough information and make reasonable deductions, it should be fine.

“My King.” Divik’s voice suddenly sounded. “There are strange statues over there.”

Hearing this, I said, "Take me to see them."

I skillfully jumped onto the dragon's back. Divik carried me and flew towards the other side of the sofa, towards the dim edge.

Being in mid-air, I could finally see that this was a wall of display cabinets.

My gaze was attracted by the things in the display cabinets. It was a row of lifelike golden statues.

They were in various poses, some sitting, some standing, with different expressions.

Not a single statue had the same pose. At first glance, one would think they were real people frozen inside.

“Get closer,” I patted the dragon's neck. Official source ıs NoveI★Fire.net

Divik flew closer to the statues. I carefully observed these statues.

They did indeed look like real people, with very detailed craftsmanship.

Even the pores on their faces and their slender, dense eyelashes were made. This was especially true for the one in front of us.

This was a statue of a beautiful young girl. Her face was filled with utter fear, as if she had seen something terrifying. A single teardrop hung at the corner of her eye, about to fall.

Without exception, all these statues were golden.

After seeing these statues clearly, I finally understood. The 'Golden Men' of the Golden Factory were literally golden men.

Seeing the exploration progress rise a little more, I prepared to redouble my efforts and try to guess in a few directions to see if I could find the answer through exhaustive enumeration.

Divik suddenly dived, quickly taking me to hide in the gap under the display cabinet, which was just enough to accommodate the two of us.

Before I could ask what was wrong, I also heard a noise from outside.

The sound of someone talking!

I held my breath, but then I suddenly remembered the documents on the low table.

I hadn't put them back in order after flipping through them.

If we ran into someone with a good memory, we would definitely be discovered.

But it was too late. The next second, the door of this room was opened, and a not-so-bright ceiling light switched on with a whoosh.

Although this ceiling light was also dim, in this pitch-black room, the sudden appearance of light was also quite dazzling.

I closed my eyes. The sudden light had dazzled my eyes, and physiological tears welled up at the corners of my eyes.

After transmigrating, my night vision had improved, and at the same time, I had developed a slight problem with photophobia.

Just as I had adapted to the suddenly brightened room, a weight fell on my shoulder. I found myself inexplicably being held in Divik's arms.

Divik lowered his voice, and the faint sound, accompanied by warm breath, landed on my neck. It tickled, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck.

“Don't be afraid.”

I was puzzled. I wasn't afraid, was I?

Then Divik's palm covered my face.

His calloused fingertips gently brushed away the physiological tears from the corners of my eyes.

The slightly rough fingertips caressed my cheek and the side of my ear. Divik's breath pressed down overwhelmingly, completely enveloping me.

That hand that had wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes had unknowingly landed by my ear, and it pinched my earlobe.

Yan Yunqing: ?

Yan Yunqing: !!!

I jolted, almost jumping out, but fortunately, the sound of footsteps from outside stopped my impulse.

"Da, da, da..."

The footsteps were unhurried and getting closer. It was clear that the person was not in a hurry, probably the owner of this room.

A pair of expensive leather boots appeared in my line of sight.

The uppers were shiny and bright, without even a single scuff mark on the edges.

The style was also extremely exquisite, obviously carefully crafted by a skilled shoemaker.

The person stopped in front of us for a moment, then took two steps to the side.

His footsteps were still slow, as if he were admiring the golden men in the display cabinet.

I couldn't bother with Divik, who was still touching me. I quietly adjusted my angle, wanting to see the situation outside clearly.

However, the gap at the bottom of the cabinet was not that big. It was already the limit for it to barely accommodate the two of us.

Any slightly larger movement would expose us to the person outside.

I wrung my hands in my heart. The person outside suddenly let out a long sigh, and a somewhat hoarse voice sounded, exactly the same as the voice of the black-masked man on the stage that I had heard at the competition venue just now.

“My collection is still so small.”

Divik pinched my earlobe again. I glared back at him, telling him to behave.

He didn't even look at what time it was, still fooling around here. If we were exposed...

If we were exposed, Divik could actually fight him. After all, Divik's strength was already one of the strongest combat forces on this continent.

“Master, the factory side has already made arrangements.

As soon as the dolls are delivered, a new batch of Golden Men can be presented to you immediately.”

A voice said with fawning.

“Oh?” the hoarse male voice said with some interest. “Are they the dolls I pre-ordered before?”

“Yes, it's the batch of dolls that you took a fancy to before. We've already had someone inspect them in advance. The quality of the dolls is very good. You will definitely be satisfied, Master.”

“Well done.” The hoarse man was very satisfied. “In that case, those low-quality dolls in the warehouse don't have much collection value. You can send some of them to that lord.”

“You still remember that lord's requirements, right?”

“Yes...” the fawning voice was still respectful, but it revealed a hint of hesitation. “It's just that that lord's appetite seems to be getting bigger and bigger recently. Do we really have to continue cooperating with that lord?”

The hoarse male voice snorted, but did not answer. The room fell into a moment of silence.

“Cooperate? Why not cooperate?” he chuckled.

“It's just a matter of each taking what they need. He needs us to search for those perfect raw materials for him, and he provides us with shelter and help. Isn't that a very harmonious relationship?”

“But...” the fawning voice hesitated.

“Do you have any objections to my decision?”

“No! None at all!” The fawning voice immediately became panicked and fell to its knees with a thud. “I just wanted to consider more for you, Master!”

"Hmph." That person snorted coldly. "Alright, you may leave. Do what I've arranged for you. Otherwise, you know, the factory only has workers of value, and Golden Men who are worthless but can be collected."

That voice seemed to carry a biting cold wind, freezing people to the bone.

“Yes, yes!” the fawning voice answered in terror. “I understand.”

The sound of footsteps hurried past, and the door was closed again with a click.

The person who remained in the room stood in front of the display cabinet for a while, then turned and walked towards the sofa.

His gaze fell on the documents on the low table that I had flipped through, and he frowned.