Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster.

Chapter 645 Studying? Study my ass!

Li Miao nodded thoughtfully, then asked somewhat embarrassedly, "By the way, Candlekeeper, what about Ryan's soul..."

“You’ll have to figure that out yourselves.” Roger shook his head. “However, if you need it, Candlelight can provide you with a body.”

"That's enough." Hearing this, Li Miao breathed a sigh of relief, then solemnly thanked him, "Thank you, Candlekeeper."

……

After saying goodbye to the candlekeeper.

Li Miao naturally informed the other players about this matter immediately.

The storyteller and the person who went ashore were also somewhat bewildered after hearing Li Miao's words.

"WTF?"

"Is Ryan in the upcoming Primal Flame Scar dungeon?"

"I rely on!"

Upon hearing this, he rolled his eyes: "Isn't this just fooling people? What kind of coincidence is that? It seems that the Spirit Candle production team and the planners arranged it all."

"The players are one foot tall, but the planners are ten feet tall." The storyteller was also somewhat amused and exasperated: "They actually used Ryan's dynamic storyline to introduce the new dungeon, saving an extra map... It's barely acceptable."

Clearly, he didn't think it was just a coincidence either.

If this happened in real life, he would accept it.

But this is in a game, isn't this an arrangement by the planning and development team?
That damn game planner! To save game resources, they actually did something like this. It's outrageous!
Suddenly, as if he had just thought of something, he nudged Li Miao with his elbow: "...Hey? I say, Miao, since we still have to solve things ourselves in the end, doesn't that mean you've wasted a favor from the Candlekeeper for nothing?"

At this point, Shang'an couldn't help but laugh.

But Li Miao shook his head, not thinking that way: "Even if this was indeed the production team's arrangement, the Candlekeeper did provide assistance. Without him, we might not have been able to enter the instance where Ryan was."

"That's true." Shang An rarely agreed with him, then looked at the storyteller beside him: "Hey storyteller, with your small frame, are you planning to go into the Primordial Flame Scar dungeon with me this time?"

"Your ignition point is only Dust Flame, level 55, are you a little Karami? Don't let the mobs take you down like a Fiji cup after you go in with us."

I tried to suppress a laugh as I got ashore.

The storyteller's face darkened upon hearing this: "Who said I was going to go into the dungeon myself? The Candlekeeper didn't say that Ryan's scales could only be used by himself."

"The horizon? Or the distant horizon?" I asked curiously as I came ashore.

The storyteller simply responded with a polite smile.

"The Candlekeeper said that this Primal Flame Scar dungeon will be quite special, but we don't know what makes it special."

Li Miao couldn't help but ponder.

"Why don't you just ask the Candlekeeper?"

"Idiot, if he had answered me, would I be here talking about this?"

"Damn it, you dare insult my dad? Come out and fight me one-on-one!"

……

Twilight Ark.

When Wang Dao logged back in, he opened his eyes, but the familiar game interface was no longer there.

Instead, what comes next is the strange perspective brought by the blood-red can and a layer of pale yellow gloomy filter.

It has to be said that this canned food from Fallen Twilight is indeed something special.

Wearing it will not obstruct the wearer's vision; on the contrary, it will expand it and may even increase the intensity of prayer to some extent.

The clothes of the fallen fire people naturally have a similar effect.

And when Wangdao was launched.

At this moment, a white can with a female body and a male voice appeared under the earthenware pot.

"I say, you souls from afar are quite strange. You need to rest every now and then, just like ants without a fire..."

His voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Wang Dao, however, didn't seem to care: "Yeah, you don't need to rest. You work all day, but you haven't achieved anything."

He clicked his tongue and jumped off the earthenware pot.

Upon hearing his words, the white canned food froze instantly, and one could imagine that the face beneath the can must have turned pale and then flushed.

"Alright, enough nonsense, what do you need me for?"

Wang Dao waved his hand impatiently.

"How's the prayer and book study that the Intercessor had you do going through?" White Canned Food took a deep breath to suppress his displeasure and asked. "I don't understand them."

"I can't learn it."

Wang Dao picked at his ear.

His nonchalant attitude, like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, made White Canned Food's fist harden.

"This is the order of the God-giver."

“I heard that,” Wang Dao shrugged. “But just like you are with candles, I am powerless to change these things.”

"Damn it! How can the Gods value you if you don't study the Will of Fallen Flames?" White Canned Food was furious. This guy was really stubborn and his words were deliberately designed to provoke people.

"Alright! Stop with the nonsense. I can't even read, and you want me to study? Can't you at least give me some kind of job like murder or doing bad things?!"

Wang Dao also felt very unhappy.

He's already playing the villain and going down the evil path, yet the other side is actually making him go to school and study?
Are villains these days so well-mannered?

Is he here as a spy or a student?
The white canned food hadn't said anything yet.

A deep voice suddenly rang out at that moment.

"In that case, Wang Dao, I happen to have a task for you to do."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dao's eyes lit up.

Finally, some work has come!

study?

Learn shit!
……

"Little Lion, is the big guy you mentioned in this room?"

On the upper level of Candlefire Island, Little Snail, perched on its shell, glanced at the little lion below and asked a question.

"Mmm." Ligardel nodded vigorously, looking every bit like a little follower.

"Okay, let's take him out to play."

After Xiaoluo coughed lightly, she stepped forward and gently knocked on the door with her little hand.

no response.

The little snail increased its force.

Still no response.

"...Little Snail, why didn't you knock on the door?" Ligardel asked cautiously from the side.

"What?" Little Snail was a little angry: "Little Snail knocked on the door! And really hard!"

"look!"

As she spoke, Xiaoluo knocked on the door very hard, but there was still no sound.
Her hands were too small, and the doors of the Candlelight Palace were too heavy, so the sound of her knocking couldn't even keep up with the noise of the players in the distance.

"..." Ligardel: "You knocked too softly..."

"Oh dear, I don't believe it! Watch me!" The little snail frowned, then directly manipulated its shell to crash into the door.

Dang Dang!

This time, it did make a sound.

But even the little snail was hit so hard it saw stars.

"Oh dear... why is the door spinning..."

The pink snail shells floating in mid-air also began to sway.

Seeing this, Ligader quickly went up and caught her.

But just then, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a figure as big as a mountain appeared in front of the two little ones.

Ligader instinctively shrank his neck.

"So high."

The little snail, not to be outdone, floated even higher.