My Player 2

Chapter 130 Arrogant at first and respectful at the end

The "little boy in shorts" didn't understand Farley's hint and blurted out:

"What's there to be uncomfortable with?"

"What's the matter, boss? Are you going to increase our salary?" The "Faceless Muscle Man" understood, but didn't care about it.

It’s not that he can’t afford a better house.

But no matter how good the house is, it is just a save point after logging off. Safety is more important than comfort.

They will be offline in an apartment in a military camp, where there will be soldiers protecting their bodies.

Although it is not as good as the inn in Dawn Town, its advantage is that there is no need to queue up for a seat, and it is also very close to the teleportation point of Iron Wall City. They have no plans to move at the moment.

From the expressions of the two people, Farley realized that they had no interest in changing their residence, so he said:

"It's up to you. If you have any needs, you can always tell me."

"By the way, the research institute has recently developed a new type of exoskeleton armor. The prototype is equipped with the latest model of laser weapon. If you are interested, you can borrow it anytime to play with it."

"Boss, we have advanced to legendary level. These thermal weapons with fixed damage are no longer useful to us." The yellow-haired man sitting on the sofa spread his hands.

As he spoke, the "faceless muscle man" threw the cardboard box at hand, and then casually snapped his fingers before the box fell to the ground.

The cardboard box in mid-air just stopped where it was.

If you stare closely for a while, you can find that the cardboard box is not completely still, but is falling slowly at a snail's pace, as if it is stuck in a quagmire.

"Just like this, in addition to the two of us, the others have also gained a lot of experience and will soon advance to the legendary level."

"There's no need to go into the firepower direction. After all, there are only a limited number of people who play with mechanics. The design idea of ​​the exoskeleton for traveling is pretty good. We can try to lean more towards daily life designs."

Farley crossed his arms across his chest, staring at the cardboard box stuck in the [Mil of Time], speechless for a long time.

He remembered that when he first saw the two guys in front of him, they were just two ordinary people with relatively strong bodies.

Although it can be seen that he is talented, it will take decades of hard work to realize this talent.

But only a few days have passed?

Is there a month?
These guys are already at the same level as me, and I don’t know where they got the power of [Time] from, and became [Sands of Time] like me.

No wonder!
Farley saw it clearly in the video on the dark web, these two guys are gods!

is God!

Their control over [time] has exceeded the limits of their own understanding.

Before Farley abandoned his faith and completely integrated into the Thirteen Cities Alliance, he saw a demigod with the power of [Time] take action.

At that time, Farley felt that the demigod's control over time was something he would never be able to achieve in his lifetime.

But not long ago, Farley sat in the chair and saw two familiar faces on the LCD screen.

These two guys who looked so familiar that Farley began to doubt his life were the "little boy in shorts" and the "faceless muscle man".

Their control over [time] cannot be described in words!

Compared to the two of them, the demigod was as immature as a babbling child.

Farley didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Not long ago, he discovered that the bottleneck that had stuck him for more than a hundred years had begun to loosen.

It won't be long before he can advance to the heroic level of "Hourglass Guardian".

This is a good thing.

During this period of time, watching the two guys getting stronger rapidly, Farley always felt a sense of urgency that he was about to be caught up.

But the pressure these people put on him immediately disappeared after he discovered that they were gods.

I am just a mortal. Although I have certain talents and have been favored by Time by chance, how can I compare with two gods?

"I'll notify the research institute." Farley nodded seriously.

The "boy in shorts" opened the refrigerator, stood on tiptoe, took out three bottles of beer, clinked the bottles together, turned around and asked:

"A drink before you log off?"

Farley looked at the little boy who was only 1.5 meters tall and nodded silently.

This time he did not persuade the children not to drink. Until half a month ago, after Farley took them to the outskirts of the city to "upgrade", he was forced to drink by the two.

Even though Farley, as a soldier, was a "wooden man" who was strict with himself, in order to bring the aliens closer, he also drank with the two of them several times.

"Then drink something." Farley nodded.

Seeing this, the "boy in shorts" threw the beer at the two of them.

The yellow-haired guy on the sofa, who was itching to touch something, immediately removed the [Time Quagmire] on the paper box, then snapped his fingers and stopped the beer in the air.

"Stop it!" The 'little boy in shorts' also snapped his fingers, canceling the skills of the 'faceless muscle man', allowing the beer to return to its normal speed and fly over.

Farley took the beer and fell silent again.

"There are still the snails and tofu I cooked last time in the refrigerator... Damn it, Huangmao, where are my boneless duck feet?"

"Eat it, I'll compensate you next time."

"Who the hell owes you money for duck feet? Damn it, do you know how hard it is to get a queue for duck feet at this restaurant? Last time I queued for three hours before I could buy one! Damn it!"

"Why don't you order errands if it's difficult to arrange?"

"...Yes."

The "boy in shorts" brought out a plate of fried snails, turned around and looked at Farley and asked, "Boss, I fried the snails myself. They go really well with wine. Are you used to spicy food?"

Farley took a deep breath, nodded and said, "I'm used to it."

He knew he couldn't do that.

Either stop treating them like gods and get along with them normally as usual, or simply give up your dignity and flatter them all the way.

Instead of being like now, not knowing how to get along with them.

"I've eaten snail dishes before, but this is the first time I've seen it stir-fried like this. To be honest, I'm a little bit looking forward to it."

Farley said to the little boy who brought out the snails.

He is really looking forward to it.

It's not just the anticipation for the unknown dish, but also the thought that this is a dish made for you by a god himself.

He felt a sense of...how should I put it? A sense of accomplishment?

"The little boy in shorts" brought all the cold dishes in the refrigerator to the table. The three of them pried open the bottle caps with their fingers, sat around the sofa and drank from the bottles.

After taking a sip of ice-cold beer, Farley took a deep breath, tightly gripped the beer bottle, and took the initiative to start the conversation:

"After stealing future time and accelerating explosively, how can we avoid the cost of delay?"

The faceless muscle man drank half a bottle of beer in one gulp and said without thinking:
"This is easy, just remember the formula..."

Farley was no longer shy about asking the two people directly about the operations he couldn't understand in the screen recording.

The two players knew everything.

When facing the NPC who helped them reach level 30, they both called him "boss" sincerely.

The three were chatting enthusiastically when someone suddenly rang the doorbell of the apartment.

The little boy turned on the surveillance camera outside the door and saw a middle-aged man with a beer belly, his hands full of gifts, a flattering smile on his face, standing nervously at the door.

From the way he kept wiping his sweat, it can be seen that this guy is very nervous.

"Isn't this the guy with the slant eyes? Boss, your immediate superior, is he here to check on us for drinking?" asked the "little boy in shorts".

“Are you here to apologize?” The faceless muscular man’s eyebrows jumped.

"Ah? What is he apologizing for?" The "little boy in shorts" tilted his head.

The faceless muscle man looked at the middle-aged man in the surveillance video and sneered:

"Didn't he look at us askance before? But this doesn't count. The main thing is that he plans to cut off the benefits we have."

"Oh, now I remember, wasn't he stopped by the boss?"

“But he did.”

"Haha, arrogant at first but respectful later, it makes me laugh just thinking about it."

(End of this chapter)