What did you do with the dice?

At this moment, the two of them were sitting in a wooden carriage, and the bumps just now were undoubtedly the impact of the carriage's wheels passing over potholes on the road.

Sanita observed the surroundings, stroking the wooden planks around the carriage with his hand. He tapped the planks with his fingers, nodded, and said, "The carriage is made of solid wood. If the material is good, it can even block arrows. There are soft plush carpets inside the carriage instead of random straw. The carriage environment is not damp, dark, or odorous. At least in this setting, we should not be prisoners, and our wealth and status are not low."

Rushaka said proudly, "Nonsense, I got 50 points of wealth, and this is the result of the 50 points that were deducted earlier."

Sanitieta looked at him with new eyes: "I didn't expect that, Brother Xiao, I thought you didn't add any wealth points and relied entirely on killing monsters for gold coins. I didn't expect you would also add personality and background attributes?"

Rusalka, looking as if she couldn't bear the memory, recalled, "I once ran a Cthulhu-themed group in CoC. In that group, I was an incredibly powerful bounty hunter, but I lacked any reputation (wealth). As a result, I relied on borrowing money from my teammates for food, clothing, housing, and transportation. I was almost begging. I was clearly the strongest fighter in the team, but outside of fighting, the team's dogs were even more humble than me. From then on, I realized that money is actually a very important target for large-scale DMs and KPs, and it is also a rule that can be exploited, such as when I paid for bodyguards."

"So what effect does 50 points of wealth have?" Sanitieta thought about his own settings, then said, "Well, in my settings, you are the last descendant of a fallen noble family, and your father, judging by his title, should be a baron.

Due to your family's decline and your social prowess, you were demoted to a baronet, leaving you with virtually no political status. As compensation, you possess a vast fortune, the amount of which only you know about. You are a nouveau riche who rarely attracts attention, the equivalent of a village chief in the late 20th century. Everyone who comes has to call you Uncle Dong.

"Oh, that seems to be a minor adjustment." Rusalka said: "In my memory, I was a Grand Knight who had just inherited a declining family business and was appointed not long ago. It was an honorary title, and I had the status and wealth equivalent to that of a baron. Therefore, I had a small territory, a manor, and a small castle left by my predecessor. I didn't have many subjects, only about 200, and no slaves. Although the system was advanced, there were not many, so the lives of ordinary people were still not very good.

Fortunately, we are not ordinary people. Thanks to my smart brain and life experience, I have gained 50 points of wealth. "

"Well, I think the most important thing for you to hold onto those 50 points of wealth without any social circle is probably your 450 points of combat power." After complaining, Sanita adjusted his nonexistent glasses. When he realized he wasn't touching anything, he smiled dumbly. "That's a free automatic optimization for me. Not bad. Wearing this thing really doesn't make combat and exploration that much easier."

Rusalka: "So, Brother Fei, after all this time, you still haven't told me what your occupation is?"

Sanita: "I am a bard."

Rusalka: "Huh? A bard? Are you serious? The bard whose teammates killed you while singing?"

Sanita looked at him quietly without answering, everything was said without words, as if reminding Rusalka of what she had said before she crossed over: I will be responsible for opening the tower, you will be responsible for negotiations, and we will divide the work and cooperate.

"At least I can assist you."

"Assist me? Buddy, let me ask you something. A Fireball is coming at me now, and you only have three rings left. Will you choose to use Counterspell to counter the attack for me, or cast a Fireball back?"

"You have the advantage of full immunity and high agility. According to the game's stats and judgment method, a Fireball attack on you will most likely not deal much damage. How cool is it to catch a Fireball in the face?

Our enemies are not so lucky!

The flames of revenge will consume their bodies and scorch their souls! This is their punishment for attacking my brothers."

Damn it, it seems you are just not going to do anything and just let me fend for myself!

Before Rusalka could open his mouth to complain, the car, which had been bumping along the way, suddenly braked, drowning his complaints along with it.

Because the two men's physical fitness had become extremely strong, this shake did not knock them down.

The gate slowly opened, and a thin old man bent over, carefully placing the rolled-up red carpet on the small path of gravel and dirt. He stretched out his bony arm, made a gesture of "please," and said in a slightly tired, yet forced voice, "Sir Knight, guest, we've arrived. Please alight."

After getting off the car, Rusalka saw a castle that was quite different from what she had imagined.

In his imagination, this kind of medieval or fantasy castle should have round watchtowers at the four corners, with inner and outer double walls, lightly armored archers standing on the battlements, and semi-automatic crossbows sticking out of the cracks in the wall.

The torches lit by kerosene lamps illuminated the night sky. The huge barbed metal gate was indestructible. If there was a wide moat and a pivoting lift bridge, combined with the modern military management system in his mind, my God, this would be an unbreakable fortress.

But none of the above.

All I see is a country villa. The dried brick and stone walls still bear artistic traces left by the years. The cracks make people wonder whether it will collapse at the next moment.

The windows were quite clean, spotless, and I could even see directly inside. Oh, it turns out there was no glass.

Looking more closely, at least it is environmentally friendly. Ivy and some unknown mosses grow wildly along the cracks, adding a bit of green vitality to this big villa that must look very gloomy at night.

There was no need for a fire inspection; Rusalka even considered it a compliment to call the building illegal. The combination of the dilapidated look of years of disrepair and the exquisite craftsmanship, a product of intangible cultural heritage, made him sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Is this all I have for 50 points of wealth?"

While Rukasha was thinking about rebuilding the dilapidated house, Sanita took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to the old driver: "Here, this is a reward."

The old man subconsciously stretched out his hand, but quickly retracted it. He looked at the silver coins that fell on the ground with nostalgia, but he quickly let his will overcome greed and turned to look at Rusalka who was still pointing at the villa.

Sanita called Rusalka's attention back, "Xiao... well, Knight Rusalka, he seems to be waiting for your opinion."

Rusalka disagreed. He felt that this was just the classic tipping NPC part of the so-called "game group" players. To put it bluntly, even if they had accepted the status quo, they often still used the habit of thinking they were in a game group: "If he gives it to you, you just take it."

The old man then happily bent down to pick up the silver coin, wiped off the dirt on it, blew away the remaining dust, and then thanked Rusalka and Sanita repeatedly: "Thank you, Master Knight, and thank you, guests."

"You're welcome. You're a coachman, and you've been with the knight for a long time. You're his favorite. It's not because you're a good driver, but because he thinks you're a tight-lipped person. Silence is golden, as the saying goes. This is your reward. The holidays are coming soon. Take this money and buy some food and clothes for your wife and children at the manor."

"Okay, sir, don't worry. I'm just a servant who feeds the horses and drives the carriage. I can't read a single word, so how can I be as smart and sensible as you? Even if you ask me to remember, my stupid brain can't hold anything other than how to fatten the horses. So I'll go and park the carriage and feed the horses now. I wish you a good day."

After the old man finished speaking, he hurriedly drove away in his carriage.

Rusalka said, "Your acting is really impressive. You managed to chat with a coachman NPC for such a long time and even gave him a silver coin. Did you also click on 50 wealth?"

Sanita: "I clicked 5. According to the background setting, this money is what I saved from years of wandering and performing as a bard. It's not much, only about a dozen gold coins. If I were an ordinary person, it would be a small surplus in this life, but if it is related to magic, this money is not enough to even buy a bottle of red medicine."

Rusalka waved his hand and said, "It's okay, buddy, I have a lot of money, you can take whatever you want when the time comes."

"Then should I thank you?" Sanitieta rolled his eyes at him. "Forget it. Do you know why I spent so much time talking to the driver? It's because you've said so many negative things. You have to understand that although the profession of driver is very common in this world, as your personal driver, he knows your daily schedule. Isn't that scary?"

Rusalka thought about it and understood a little: "Ah? You mean, you're worried that he's been bribed and will ambush us on the road? Indeed, if we fight a surprise attack in that way, we will lose an action in the first round."

Sanita: "Your mind is full of fighting? You are a great knight, why would you chase after a 450-level person like you? Are you afraid of being robbed of your home? What are you relying on to defend yourself, a white-haired cat-eared battle maid?"

Rusalka scratched her head in embarrassment.

Sanitieta changed the subject: "Then again, maybe it can really be defended. I gave you that cyber cat girl. Well, maybe she has become a three-dimensional cat girl now. Anyway, I added some very powerful settings to her and pushed her combat attributes to the extreme. Maybe her challenge level can reach Legend, hahahaha."

Rusalka said disdainfully, "Just brag! I only spent ten points to create this NPC, and you can't really write it off as the Strike Freedom?"

Sanita: "I gave her an unknown amount of insider attributes, along with a ton of bad faction connections, along with an unparalleled difficulty level. Then, I converted all of these negative effects into combat power and abilities. Of course, everything is set. The DM didn't tell me the exact amount, so I don't know."

Rusalka looked shocked: "You bastard, what the hell did you do to the cat girl I made?!"

Sanita spread his hands and said, "You said it yourself. If we can't support her, we can just throw her away like a time bomb. She's only worth 10 points anyway, not enough to drive a Gundam."

Rusalka: "I killed you!"

Chapter 3 Current Situation and Cat Girl

"Good afternoon, Master Knight."

"Good afternoon, guests."

"Lunch is ready in the kitchen. Would you like to go to the dining room to eat now?"

There was also a maid team of about 10 people in the villa. The head maid leading the team was the cold and aloof white-haired cat-eared girl who was rewarded in exchange for 10 points. When she saw the two of them, she just nodded and walked away as if half ignoring them, which was in sharp contrast to the enthusiasm of the other maids.

The setting of being aloof and taciturn was not written by Rukasa, but was a negative effect added by Sanitita.

Rusalka: "So why is a maid set up to be so aloof? What kind of maid would act like that when they see their master? This is the degradation of the tertiary industry! Shouldn't she squeeze a heart of ketchup on my omurice, say something shameful, and make a heart with the omurice to make it delicious?"

Feeling somewhat helpless, Sanita sat down next to Rusalka and picked up her chopsticks. "You're a maid from Akihabara. Wake up! This is a fantasy world, set in the medieval world. Forget omurice, even ketchup is a problem. The fact that it has chopsticks is already a mercy bestowed upon us by this, perhaps divine DM."

Rusalka: "Oh my god, lunch is white bread and egg drop soup, and a vegetable salad without salad dressing. You have fish and meat in front of you. I am a paladin, not an ascetic. Miss Maid over there, please change the menu for me to the same one as hers."

The maid was a little surprised by Rusalka's words, but she still did as she was told and went to tell the kitchen: "Okay, sir, I'll tell the kitchen to make another one."

Rusalka glanced around, then closed the creaking double wooden doors of the restaurant. "Now that there's no one else here, let's talk about your graduation project. Tell me more about my aloof, white-haired, cat-eared maid. If you don't, you won't be able to graduate this year."

Sanitta: "I think the more important issue right now is not a maid, but our corrected origins. What do you think?"

Rusalka: "Goodness, that starts with you."

Sanita: "I'm a half-elf bard, both parents orphaned, and I've been wandering since childhood. Because this starting point has a point bonus and a gift of survival talent, the opportunity for us to meet was that you encountered me on your way home. I played a song for you, and after we told each other's stories, we felt that it was fate. We met like soulmates, and it was a pity that we met too late. So you took me with you."

Rusalka: "That's all you've got for your thesis? You didn't plan on graduating this year, did you?"

Sanita: "In a world like this where martial arts values ​​are not fixed and there are gods, the more you add drama to yourself, the more likely you are to die suddenly.

What's more, we're just players at the table, playing games. With the help of a God's Perspective, the PCs we control are unfettered and unencumbered, which is the ideal state for adventure.

Who knew we would travel through time? Otherwise, I would have definitely chosen a template for a wealthy aristocratic family. Okay, it's your turn, 50 wealth person."

Rusalka: "What a coincidence! I'm also an orphan with both my parents dead. I don't have any relatives or friends. I want to steal some too."

Sanita: "You have 50 wealth and 0 interpersonal relationships. Isn't that a bit...?"

Rusalka: "Brother Fei, you understand me. I will replace all the elements related to acting with combat effectiveness."

Sanitta rolled his eyes: "It seems that your connections can't be relied upon. Go on."

Rusalka: "I must be an illegitimate child exiled from my country. I used to live an ordinary life in a neighboring country, accompanied by a few servants. Before my father passed away, he wrote a will and summoned me home. He cleared my name and gave me the inheritance. By then, I had been inspired by the Holy Light and became a glorious paladin. Feeling the call of my homeland, I longed for home and set out on my journey home...

Is there something wrong with my brain? My father exiled me abroad for over a decade, and the fact that we didn't turn against each other was a sign of my kindness. Besides, I've become a Paladin and my life is pretty stable. Why am I so homesick that I've abandoned my old life and returned here?

Sanita: "No one has a problem with money, but you have to distinguish between debt and inheritance. Maybe your father owes debts. According to our country's inheritance law..."

Rusalka: "Stop your legal education. We are time travelers and must abide by the local laws of our new world. Your idiotic head is useless."

Sanita shrugged: "Okay, go ahead."

Rusalka: "Then on my way home, I encountered several assassination attempts. Luckily, I was not injured due to my martial arts prowess, but all my loyal followers died in the attacks, so I was left alone. Oh, and I met you on the second half of the journey, so I took you with me."

Sanitta: "Okay, I was wondering why you, a noble-born fellow, didn't have a butler named Sebastian by your side. It seems he was killed by your talent. If it was an assassination, it should be because of [Vengeance. Small]. As expected, those settings I wrote to hide hatred will eventually be modified by the DM. There are limits to how you can exploit loopholes in the settings."

Rusalka: "I realized my family's demise was man-made. After inheriting the family business, I vowed to avenge my elders, and so I became a Paladin of Vengeance. While researching my family's power, I accidentally came into contact with some ancient forbidden magic. I was half-forced into signing a contract with an ancient being. It gave me power, and I provided it with... pleasure, and so I became a warlock."

Sanita: "The setting of [Ancient Hidden Trouble] is a bit far-fetched. As expected, even the DM had a hard time justifying the origin of your incredible dual-opposite profession. Buddy, there's no whisper in your ear. It's all thanks to your clan leader being a laissez-faire and fun-loving person, plus your high mental resistance. I don't know who your clan leader is, or if you created it yourself. I hope it's not Tzeentch."

Rusalka: “I was supposed to be an inherited baron, similar to what you wrote, a local tycoon, but after returning home, I was inexplicably posthumously awarded the title of Grand Knight.

I don't have any direct memory of the reason for this, but based on speculation, there must be a game between the church and the royal power. After all, the place where I first wandered was the theocratic country of Esdi, and this side is the royal country of Snidi. My identity is a holy knight, very similar to the paladin of the church, so it would be more sensitive here.

But I am a wild awakened Holy Light, and the Church Kingdom Esdi does not like wild awakened Paladins very much. After all, they cannot tell the difference between a Paladin and a Paladin. In short, they took this opportunity to send me back.

Sinidi certainly wouldn't welcome me, someone with the power of faith, to become a noble in their land. However, due to the delicate relationship between our two countries, my territory is located near the border and the peace line, and their laws are fairly fair, so Sinidi didn't deprive me of my right to return home and inherit my inheritance. They simply posthumously conferred the title of Grand Knight on me.

Sanitieta thought for a moment and said, "This isn't a posthumous award. This is a disguised stripping of your noble title. Logically, even barons should have inheritance laws, and your direct descendants can inherit the title. Now that you've become a Grand Knight, they can't. This shows that the Kingdom is playing tricks. Their intelligence is at least 15. Three of you are enough to rival Zhuge Liang."

Rusalka disagreed. "We both want to go back home after all. What's my business what happens to the next generation in this world? Honestly, I really want to sell all my property and go on a big adventure with it. How can adventure be as fun as farming? And I don't think this shabby place is even suitable for farming."

Sanita asked in disbelief, "Are you serious? Are you crazy? Do you know the background, setting, race, and culture of this world?"

Rusalka shook her head: "You'll understand after traveling thousands of miles."

Sanitieta shook his head. "Your idea won't survive more than three chapters. Let's not even talk about the free-spirited 3R rules. Even with the weakened version of DND5E, the legendary creatures in its worldview are definitely not something a 'human' can defeat. If you accidentally stumble into a dungeon, do you think we can clear it like in the game? Forget about fighting monsters. I think we're more likely to die in a trap."

Rusalka was a little unconvinced: "Trust me, my build strength is very high, and my holy healing can support five of you."

Sanita: "But this is no longer a game. This is reality, my friend. Reality is that when people are killed, they die. They don't fall to the ground and nearly die, then stand up again with a touch. I might be dead before your holy healing even works."

There is no gravekeeper to resurrect us. Maybe he exists, but now we have no clue or chance to meet him.

From a certain perspective, if you make a necromancer, you might be able to pull me up.

The worst thing is that although the health bar still exists magically, if we become disabled, such as losing both hands, then all the attributes we have will become a statistical joke. "

Rusalka: "So what you're saying is that we should start with this shabby villa and small manor as our base, playing Heroes of Might and Magic 3 without ever going into battle ourselves?"

Sani Iron Tower: "Your thinking is completely wrong. It's your 50 points of wealth that happened by chance, or perhaps it's your 100 points of luck that played a role, that allowed you, despite the negative social effects, to own a stronghold and even have subjects! It's such a wonderful start, but you're still ungrateful and even despise it."

Rusalka was a little discouraged. "Brother Fei, are you saying that I should actually put 450 points into non-combat talents like social connections? You made me sound a bit emo, and I didn't know I would travel through time."

Sani Iron Tower: "Not really. Hard power is naturally the most useful asset for preserving value. You don't have to underestimate yourself. Sometimes when you're out there, reasoning is really not as effective as an axe."

Rusalka patted the greatsword on her back and emphasized, "It's a one-handed greatsword."

Sanitta was too lazy to argue with him and just made an OK gesture.

Rusalka: "Okay, we're done with the discussion about origins. Now it's maid time."

As soon as Sanitta opened his mouth to say "Her name is Phoenix", he found that the white-haired cat-eared maid from the Filin tribe was standing by the dining table at some point, which made him shut his mouth subconsciously.

Phoenix: "Master, guest, have you finished your meal? You just called my name. Do you have any instructions?"

"No, I'm done, thank you."

"Oh, I'll have two more bites." Rusalka stuffed two bites into her mouth, drank a sip of water, and signaled that she could clear the plate.

After she quietly pushed the cart filled with tableware away, Rusalka started to complain, "Let's chat on the PL channel. By the way, why did you choose the name Phoenix?"

Sanitita: "You said you were afraid she would die, so you are thinking of giving her an auspicious name, wishing her immortality."

Rusalka: "Brother Fei, you understand auspiciousness. I'm truly grateful. I've seen her strength. Even with my 18-point perception, I couldn't detect her coming in. If I had switched to a combat wheel, I'd have lost a major move."

Sanita: "Her true identity is an additional part. I think the DM may need to be changed. After all, what I wrote was too outrageous. This part is too long to explain in a short time. Let's go out and find a secluded place to chat privately."

Rusalka: "Brother, I'm putting my heart into yours. You're using your brains with me? I don't want to know what you did to my wife, a paper man who became three-dimensional after being hit by the 'Three-Dimensional Foil'. Just tell me, how strong is she?"

Sanita: "Based on the setting, she's stronger than you. If your challenge rating is 5, then in my setting, she's probably around 7. Of course, in a head-on fight, you're definitely stronger. After all, even a young dragon would be shocked by your build. But the DM should have made some adjustments. After all, you're a noble 450-point newbie, so you don't have to start off in such a hellish way."

Rusalka: "Are you okay? You put a traitor who's better than me next to me?"

Sanita: "Huh? Why don't you mention that she's a cool, white-haired, cat-eared combat maid, your two-spined newt wife? Oh, now it's the third dimension."

Rusalka angrily knocked on the table, making the bottles and jars on it clink and clatter. "Just talking about this makes me angry. You've turned a perfectly normal maid into a figure like a behind-the-scenes boss. If I weren't afraid that my 20 points of strength would be enough to deal a heavy blow and take you away, I'd really want to slap you, you crazy setting person."

Sanita shrugged. "Don't worry, as long as you don't expose her and don't cause trouble, she won't backstab you and will even help you secretly guard the base. How great."

Rusalka: "I'm curious. With an intelligence of 16, how did you come to the conclusion that two Fourth Calamities can stay out of trouble?"