Text Chapter 217 What Should Be Discovered and What Should Not Be Discovered

Xu Yang's task of improving the pet's aptitude was a little tricky. When Zhao Nan was concentrating on making magic tools, the two women were worrying about what to eat for dinner. Then, in the vegetable market of Tingfeng City, the elder sister of the city lord of Tingfeng City, who is curious about everything, squatted in front of a fish stall, and after looking at the live fish for a while, he wondered She was entrusted by the fish seller, hoping that she could catch the legendary "Moonlight Fish" from a place called "Moonlight Lake" outside the city.

Yes, sister Xu Yang's mission is to fish. And knowing that this task can not only improve the pet's qualifications, but also a lot of experience, and even share half of the "moonlight fish" that can improve the innate physique by 1 point after eating.

Zhao Nan felt that Gao Mingyang's evaluation of Xu Yang was actually a bit low... In fact, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she is the daughter of the goddess of luck.

This kind of fish seems to have a higher probability of appearing at night, so from this day on, the only two women with privileges in the castle began to live their lives upside down day and night.

As for Zhao Nan, he started making magic equipment day and night. Although it takes a long time to make a magic tool, the professional experience gained from successfully making a magic tool is very rich. Beginners can only open new magic tools after they have practiced the production of magic tools they have obtained.

That is to say, if he wants to get new magic equipment, he needs to practice all the current three. Fortunately, as the level increases, the magic power gradually increases, and the time to describe the magic circuit is constantly shortening.

Generally speaking, this is a career that is difficult first and then easy.

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This production took five days to pass. When Zhao Nan came back to his senses, the production of the three magic tools on hand had reached the level of proficiency. And his junior scholar career has reached level ten.

A golden light flashed, and the new magic equipment production appeared in the skill column of the profession. Zhao Nan rubbed his swollen eyebrows, leaned on the back of the chair, twisted his stiff neck, the light in the study was still bright, and a slender shadow came in from outside the door.

That was the Foxman butler who had been waiting outside.

Zhao Nan breathed out, "Blade."

"My lord." The fox-man butler walked in, stood respectfully in front of Zhao Nan and said, "Do you want some tea, my lord?"

"No, you go and rest."

The butler was loyal, not only did he manage the city in an orderly manner during the days when he left Tingfeng City, he was even able to arrange the details of life extremely well. Zhao Nan is more and more satisfied with him. However, this kind of housekeeper is just a kind of benefit allocated to the city lord. Otherwise, if you have to do everything yourself to become a city lord and take care of a city, even forty hours a day is not enough. Besides, players who can become city lords do not necessarily have the ability to govern.

"Miss Finina and the others haven't come back yet, so I'll wait for a while."

Zhao Nan frowned, usually this time should have come back. Zhao Nan checked the email, but they didn't leave a message either.

The combination of her two in Tingfeng City should be safe.

Zhao Nan immediately picked up Finina's call.

"My sister said that I will catch the moonlight fish tonight no matter what." On the other end of the sentence, Finina made a helpless voice.

It has been five days and still nothing, probably in a hurry. Zhao Nan smiled, although Xu Yang became more innocent after losing his memory, but at the same time he also acquired this impetuous temperament.

"If you're sleepy, you should rest first. If the sun doesn't come out, my sister won't want to come back."

"talk later."

Zhao Nan exhorted a few words softly, and suddenly remembered that a dinner that he planned to make not long ago had died, thinking that a man should have a beginning and an end in his work, so he asked the fox housekeeper to light the lamp, and the master and servant began to work in the kitchen .

Zhao Nan neatly chopped some scallions, and then scrambled an egg of a local chicken on the hot pot, but when the golden egg liquid and egg white were about to solidify, they quickly stir-fried without using any spices , has exuded a tempting aroma.

The fox-man butler looked at the Lord City Lord who pinched a pair of sleeves to his elbows dumbfoundedly, thinking that to do this kind of thing, there were at least twenty or thirty servants in the Castle Lord who could do it. But this master prefers to do it himself. Just like the hostess, she seems to like the taste she made more.

As a qualified housekeeper, Yan Feng naturally would not disobey his master's will, he just waited on him carefully, busy passing all kinds of materials needed, and then admired from the bottom of his heart: "My lord, good workmanship."

Zhao Nan only regards this kind of praise as farting, what the hell is just making fried rice with eggs, what has it to do with craftsmanship?

He couldn't help laughing and said: "You can find a child who is used to doing housework, and he can do it."

Ren Feng shook his head and said: "It's not surprising that those peasant children can do it. But it's rare for a person like you, an adult, to be able to cook."

Zhao Nan put some cold rice in the pot, stirred it evenly, and said casually, "It sounds like you have seen many city lords."

"Although Yanfeng has not met many city lords, he knows that the previous city lord is a person who does not know how to cook." The fox man butler said with a smile.

The spatula that was turning at a constant speed suddenly stopped, and in the pot, grains of rice wrapped in golden yellow kept beating, but Zhao Nan's expression changed slightly, and he blurted out asking in a cautious tone that he didn't believe: " The previous... who was it?"

He even turned his head to look at the fox-man butler with cold eyes.

At this time, the fox butler didn't respond to this kind of gaze. He seemed to have lost his soul, and said to himself: "Who was the last...? Strange, strange, I clearly remember this person, But why can't you remember?"

"Think quickly!"

Zhao Nan drank suddenly.

The fox-man butler was startled immediately. His face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, his lips kept opening and closing, but he was still unable to speak. In the end, he seemed to be completely powerless, and collapsed on the ground, screaming. Then passed out.

"Blade!"

Zhao Nan frowned, supported the edge of the blade, let him lean against the wall, then wet his hands from the pool on one side, and patted his forehead.

After a while, the fox-man butler finally woke up, opened his innocent eyes, and saw the Lord City Lord leaning in front of him, he couldn't help being surprised, and quickly stood up, "My lord, what happened to me?"

"Blade, I just asked you a question."

The fox-man butler was puzzled and said: "Problem? What's the problem? My lord, why did I suddenly pass out?"

"You... really don't remember?"

The butler nodded heavily, and suddenly let out a cry.

Zhao Nan was startled, but heard the butler say: "My lord, I'm confused!"

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Zhao Nan sighed, looked at the burnt fried rice, and muttered, "Someone come over to clean it up, and find some servants for me."

Ren Feng's work was very fast, but in a short while, three servants had already appeared in front of Zhao Nan. They were even dressed neatly, and were looking at the Lord City Master uneasily, not knowing what the late-night summoning was about.

Zhao Nan waved away two of them, looked at the one left for a while, and then suddenly said, "Do you remember the last owner of the castle?"

The maid said without thinking, "It's Sal..."

Sal... what?

Plop! Before the maid could finish her sentence, she was carried to the ground and passed out likewise. Zhao Nan quickly woke her up and repeated the question again, but this time she got the same answer as the fox man butler.

He then called the other two servants over alone, but the result was the same... The question was not answered, and then they would faint, and after waking up, they had no memory of the past.

"Sir, do you need to summon other servants?"

Although he didn't know the intention of the city lord, but seeing his face seemed to be a little unfinished, the fox-man butler quickly asked intimately.

Zhao Nan rubbed his brows, squinted his eyes and asked, "Ban Feng, do you remember what happened when you were young?"

"Remember." The housekeeper said, "I have a good memory since I was a child."

"Then how did you become the butler of the castle?"

"My lord, you recruited me!" The fox man's butler said gratefully: "I almost died of starvation on the street back then, but you, my lord, rescued me. This kindness can never be repaid. I swear that I will do it all my life. Serve your lord well."

Zhao Nan smiled and said, "How many years have passed?"

"It's been thirteen years!" the housekeeper exclaimed, "Time flies so fast."

Zhao Nan waved his hand suddenly and said, "You're tired too, go and rest. I'll go out for a while."

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Zhao Nan left the castle, and a gust of night wind blew in, making his whole body cold.

Thirteen years... how old was he thirteen years ago? It was clearly a false memory. It was almost morning at this time, and there was a touch of gray-white fish maw in the sky. Zhao Nan was walking alone on the streets of Tingfeng City, his heart trembling slightly.

He couldn't understand why the few people just passed out because of his question. After coma, their memory disappeared.

Their memories messed up?

If they were characters created by the game, the so-called memories should have existed and been set up early on. But why is there such confusion?

It feels like being grafted by force...the things they have experienced, everything about the 'previous', have been grafted onto Zhao Nan.

At this time, on the silent long street, a layer of white mist suddenly floated, and the mist gradually became thicker.

In the fog, there was only a rattling sound, something was coming. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!)