Chapter 421: Only Win
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Chapter 421 Only Win
?Ambrose wrote a message on the chat interface and then pressed send. He had been talking with Bella, and she ensured that she was fine.
They were both quite nervous about what would happen when the server was offline, but luckily, everything went smoothly.
Moriarty walked beside him down a lonely street, and saw bounty posters nailed on the building walls. Most of them were slightly torn, and weathered, but still readable.
"You're indeed very popular here." He said with a tone of amusement. "I've only seen yours and some guy Reinhardt's wanted posters. Is there some history between you and this place?"
"Maybe." Ambrose put away the chat interface.
"If you're so wanted here, why did you want to meet here?" Moriarty asked. "Sounds quite reckless. If you are recognized, it will bring tons of problems."
"I was curious." Ambrose glanced at all those wanted posters, some with scribbles over his face, and there were plenty of hateful messages.
"I wondered how this town felt towards me, and now I know. I guess I am not very welcomed here."
"Haha, you wanted to know whether they hated you?" Moriarty chuckled, revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You care about other people's opinions?"
"It's not that." Ambrose shook his head. "In the patch notes, it said that how you treat NPCs will determine how other NPCs act towards you.
"I don't think I had been rude towards NPCs, but now I am sure of one thing."
"What is it?" Moriarty side-glanced at him and asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.
"It's possible to trick the way NPCs think about you." Ambrose said with a deep frown.
"These NPCs feel very human-like to me now.
"The way the patch notes talked about NPCs made me feel like they were just models of code rather than complex beings with their own thoughts and emotions. But, whenever I meet them face-to-face, I can't think like that."
"Huh." Moriarty murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. "I haven't met someone like you before. In my school, a few of my classmates talked about killing NPCs or treating them poorly.
"I am not used to hearing someone treat them as equals."
"What do you think about them?" Ambrose asked.
"Mm, good question." Moriarty chuckled and then saw a top-hat-wearing man walking on the same sidewalk as them. "Well, look at this."
Ambrose lifted his eyebrow and watched as Moriarty walked to the top-hat-wearing man.
Moriarty bumped shoulders with him, knocking his top hat off and causing it to fall to the ground.
"Thank you!" The little girl smiled and went to join her friends, who were waiting for her.
As Ambrose landed back on the ground, Moriarty looked at him with a surprised expression.
"Dude, you can fly?"
"Oh, that?" Ambrose looked at his feet and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. Is that a rare ability?"
"Of course it is!" Moriarty exclaimed, amazed at the sight. "Well, that will be extremely useful in the tournament."
"Why do I have a feeling that you are hiding something equally amazing?" Ambrose glanced at him with a knowing smile. "Any player would've cried out in astonishment after seeing me fly, but you are only moderately amazed."
"Haha, you were checking my reaction?" Moriarty rubbed his chin with a grin. "You're sneaky guy. I can't ever be relaxed around you!"
"Well, was I true?" Ambrose asked.
"Yeah, I have something on my sleeve." Moriarty chuckled. "Because I stream all the time, all the competitors think they know everything about me, but they are mistaken.
"I have been hiding one ability of mine for a very long time, and I'll plan on using it in tournament's finals!"
"You're already focusing on the finals?" Ambrose asked. "It's a long way to go."
"I know." Moriarty sighed. "However, losing is not an option."
"What if we lose in the first round? We could be part of that 99.99%."
Moriarty looked at him sharply. "That would be unacceptable. Of course, there is a chance that such a tragedy might occur, but it must not."
"What if it happens, theoretically?" Ambrose asked.
"I'll probably cry myself to sleep." Moriarty said and shrugged his shoulders. "I have plenty of sponsors, who are now also your sponsors since you are with me.
"They want me to reach the finals and represent them there. If we lose in the first round, they'll lose all their faces, and they will abandon me.
"Without them, my streaming career will also stagnate and eventually die. So, yeah, I am betting everything on this tournament."
"Oh, damn." Ambrose gulped. "I am feeling a little bit nervous now."
"Remember one thing: do not be afraid to fight." Moriarty narrowed his eyes. "We'll kill everyone who stands in our path."
"Heh." Ambrose's lips curled into a confident smirk. "I can do that."
"Good." Moriarty saw that they had reached the horse barracks and asked. "This is where you left your horse?"
"Yeah." Ambrose pointed to a brown-maned horse tied to one of the hitching posts.
"I'll get a horse for myself, and then we'll ride to the nearest hunting ground." Moriarty said, and he went to look for a horse.
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Chapter 421 Only Win
?Ambrose wrote a message on the chat interface and then pressed send. He had been talking with Bella, and she ensured that she was fine.
They were both quite nervous about what would happen when the server was offline, but luckily, everything went smoothly.
Moriarty walked beside him down a lonely street, and saw bounty posters nailed on the building walls. Most of them were slightly torn, and weathered, but still readable.
"You're indeed very popular here." He said with a tone of amusement. "I've only seen yours and some guy Reinhardt's wanted posters. Is there some history between you and this place?"
"Maybe." Ambrose put away the chat interface.
"If you're so wanted here, why did you want to meet here?" Moriarty asked. "Sounds quite reckless. If you are recognized, it will bring tons of problems."
"I was curious." Ambrose glanced at all those wanted posters, some with scribbles over his face, and there were plenty of hateful messages.
"I wondered how this town felt towards me, and now I know. I guess I am not very welcomed here."
"Haha, you wanted to know whether they hated you?" Moriarty chuckled, revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You care about other people's opinions?"
"It's not that." Ambrose shook his head. "In the patch notes, it said that how you treat NPCs will determine how other NPCs act towards you.
"I don't think I had been rude towards NPCs, but now I am sure of one thing."
"What is it?" Moriarty side-glanced at him and asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.
"It's possible to trick the way NPCs think about you." Ambrose said with a deep frown.
"These NPCs feel very human-like to me now.
"The way the patch notes talked about NPCs made me feel like they were just models of code rather than complex beings with their own thoughts and emotions. But, whenever I meet them face-to-face, I can't think like that."
"Huh." Moriarty murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. "I haven't met someone like you before. In my school, a few of my classmates talked about killing NPCs or treating them poorly.
"I am not used to hearing someone treat them as equals."
"What do you think about them?" Ambrose asked.
"Mm, good question." Moriarty chuckled and then saw a top-hat-wearing man walking on the same sidewalk as them. "Well, look at this."
Ambrose lifted his eyebrow and watched as Moriarty walked to the top-hat-wearing man.
Moriarty bumped shoulders with him, knocking his top hat off and causing it to fall to the ground.
"Thank you!" The little girl smiled and went to join her friends, who were waiting for her.
As Ambrose landed back on the ground, Moriarty looked at him with a surprised expression.
"Dude, you can fly?"
"Oh, that?" Ambrose looked at his feet and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. Is that a rare ability?"
"Of course it is!" Moriarty exclaimed, amazed at the sight. "Well, that will be extremely useful in the tournament."
"Why do I have a feeling that you are hiding something equally amazing?" Ambrose glanced at him with a knowing smile. "Any player would've cried out in astonishment after seeing me fly, but you are only moderately amazed."
"Haha, you were checking my reaction?" Moriarty rubbed his chin with a grin. "You're sneaky guy. I can't ever be relaxed around you!"
"Well, was I true?" Ambrose asked.
"Yeah, I have something on my sleeve." Moriarty chuckled. "Because I stream all the time, all the competitors think they know everything about me, but they are mistaken.
"I have been hiding one ability of mine for a very long time, and I'll plan on using it in tournament's finals!"
"You're already focusing on the finals?" Ambrose asked. "It's a long way to go."
"I know." Moriarty sighed. "However, losing is not an option."
"What if we lose in the first round? We could be part of that 99.99%."
Moriarty looked at him sharply. "That would be unacceptable. Of course, there is a chance that such a tragedy might occur, but it must not."
"What if it happens, theoretically?" Ambrose asked.
"I'll probably cry myself to sleep." Moriarty said and shrugged his shoulders. "I have plenty of sponsors, who are now also your sponsors since you are with me.
"They want me to reach the finals and represent them there. If we lose in the first round, they'll lose all their faces, and they will abandon me.
"Without them, my streaming career will also stagnate and eventually die. So, yeah, I am betting everything on this tournament."
"Oh, damn." Ambrose gulped. "I am feeling a little bit nervous now."
"Remember one thing: do not be afraid to fight." Moriarty narrowed his eyes. "We'll kill everyone who stands in our path."
"Heh." Ambrose's lips curled into a confident smirk. "I can do that."
"Good." Moriarty saw that they had reached the horse barracks and asked. "This is where you left your horse?"
"Yeah." Ambrose pointed to a brown-maned horse tied to one of the hitching posts.
"I'll get a horse for myself, and then we'll ride to the nearest hunting ground." Moriarty said, and he went to look for a horse.
Chapter 421 Only Win ?Ambrose wrote a message on the chat interface and then pressed send. He had been talking with Bella, and she ensured that she was fine. They were both quite nervous about what would happen when the server was offline, but luckily, everything went smoothly. Moriarty walked beside him down a lonely street, and saw bounty posters nailed on the building walls. Most of them were slightly torn, and weathered, but still readable. "You're indeed very popular here." He said with a tone of amusement. "I've only seen yours and some guy Reinhardt's wanted posters. Is there some history between you and this place?" "Maybe." Ambrose put away the chat interface. "If you're so wanted here, why did you want to meet here?" Moriarty asked. "Sounds quite reckless. If you are recognized, it will bring tons of problems." "I was curious." Ambrose glanced at all those wanted posters, some with scribbles over his face, and there were plenty of hateful messages. "I wondered how this town felt towards me, and now I know. I guess I am not very welcomed here." "Haha, you wanted to know whether they hated you?" Moriarty chuckled, revealing a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You care about other people's opinions?" "It's not that." Ambrose shook his head. "In the patch notes, it said that how you treat NPCs will determine how other NPCs act towards you. "I don't think I had been rude towards NPCs, but now I am sure of one thing." "What is it?" Moriarty side-glanced at him and asked, curiosity evident in his eyes. "It's possible to trick the way NPCs think about you." Ambrose said with a deep frown. "These NPCs feel very human-like to me now. "The way the patch notes talked about NPCs made me feel like they were just models of code rather than complex beings with their own thoughts and emotions. But, whenever I meet them face-to-face, I can't think like that." "Huh." Moriarty murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. "I haven't met someone like you before. In my school, a few of my classmates talked about killing NPCs or treating them poorly. "I am not used to hearing someone treat them as equals." "What do you think about them?" Ambrose asked. "Mm, good question." Moriarty chuckled and then saw a top-hat-wearing man walking on the same sidewalk as them. "Well, look at this." Ambrose lifted his eyebrow and watched as Moriarty walked to the top-hat-wearing man. Moriarty bumped shoulders with him, knocking his top hat off and causing it to fall to the ground. "Thank you!" The little girl smiled and went to join her friends, who were waiting for her. As Ambrose landed back on the ground, Moriarty looked at him with a surprised expression. "Dude, you can fly?" "Oh, that?" Ambrose looked at his feet and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah. Is that a rare ability?" "Of course it is!" Moriarty exclaimed, amazed at the sight. "Well, that will be extremely useful in the tournament." "Why do I have a feeling that you are hiding something equally amazing?" Ambrose glanced at him with a knowing smile. "Any player would've cried out in astonishment after seeing me fly, but you are only moderately amazed." "Haha, you were checking my reaction?" Moriarty rubbed his chin with a grin. "You're sneaky guy. I can't ever be relaxed around you!" "Well, was I true?" Ambrose asked. "Yeah, I have something on my sleeve." Moriarty chuckled. "Because I stream all the time, all the competitors think they know everything about me, but they are mistaken. "I have been hiding one ability of mine for a very long time, and I'll plan on using it in tournament's finals!" "You're already focusing on the finals?" Ambrose asked. "It's a long way to go." "I know." Moriarty sighed. "However, losing is not an option." "What if we lose in the first round? We could be part of that 99.99%." Moriarty looked at him sharply. "That would be unacceptable. Of course, there is a chance that such a tragedy might occur, but it must not." "What if it happens, theoretically?" Ambrose asked. "I'll probably cry myself to sleep." Moriarty said and shrugged his shoulders. "I have plenty of sponsors, who are now also your sponsors since you are with me. "They want me to reach the finals and represent them there. If we lose in the first round, they'll lose all their faces, and they will abandon me. "Without them, my streaming career will also stagnate and eventually die. So, yeah, I am betting everything on this tournament." "Oh, damn." Ambrose gulped. "I am feeling a little bit nervous now." "Remember one thing: do not be afraid to fight." Moriarty narrowed his eyes. "We'll kill everyone who stands in our path." "Heh." Ambrose's lips curled into a confident smirk. "I can do that." "Good." Moriarty saw that they had reached the horse barracks and asked. "This is where you left your horse?" "Yeah." Ambrose pointed to a brown-maned horse tied to one of the hitching posts. "I'll get a horse for myself, and then we'll ride to the nearest hunting ground." Moriarty said, and he went to look for a horse.
