I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 304. Don't Come Over!

Char was stunned.

He didn't expect that this thing would automatically deduct points.

In contrast, Roland looked like he had nothing to live for. Not only that, but the huge difference in class made him smile and say thank you.

"You're welcome, it's no trouble at all," Char said nonchalantly.

Roland's reaction at least showed that the restoration fluid was not that valuable, so he did not say something like wasting such a precious fluid on him.

Instead, in his opinion, Char might be a smart person who would be stingy for even 5 points.

In that case, Char decided to play this role to the end.

"Captain Roland, is there anything I can help with around here?" he asked again.

"No, Your Excellency," Roland said, bracing himself.

"Hahahaha!"

Char suddenly laughed heartily. He raised his hand and pointed at the injured Sentries around him. They were all missing an arm or a leg, and the wires were all sticking out of the broken joints, causing sparks to fly.

"Captain Roland, I can see that many of your people need treatment! Come, come, come, I'll cure them for you! You're welcome, you're welcome! Please!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the one with the most severe burns. This guy seemed to have attracted the lightning because he said "fake" earlier. His body was charred black, and he needed at least a bottle of healing liquid to cure it.

Since he would be spending the Sentries' points, he had to think of a way to use it on the Sentry.

Roland was shocked!

No!

Roland almost went mad when he saw Char reaching into his pocket nonchalantly.

He immediately scuttled in front of him.

"Don't, please don't. It's too much trouble for you. I have other things that I need your help with."

"Hahaha, great!"

Char looked at him with a smile, and Roland could not help but feel shocked.

It felt like he was targeted by something vile and evil.

Roland kept the long story short because of the pressure he felt from Char. It felt like Char would cure all of them if he did not agree.

"We've caught a group of unidentified intruders. By right, these few should be handed over to the nobles in the Upper City to deal with, but there are still 20 days before my monthly report. I wonder if you can go in and report on my behalf and end this matter as soon as possible," he said.

"I see."

Char pretended to hesitate, but before he could speak, Roland immediately added, "Of course, no matter how many survival points we earn in the future, half of it will be yours."

So many?

Char could not help but raise an eyebrow.

Although this fellow was very understanding, giving half away was a little too much.

There was no doubt that the injuries on Roland and the others were familiar. They were most likely caused by Laurentia and Mungo. They had paid such a huge price to capture them, but now they were willing to give half of the profits to him.

Judging from the expressions of the other Sentries, they were not dissatisfied with Roland's easy way of disposing of the shared points.

He looked at Roland's fearful expression, as if he was afraid that his offer would be rejected.

Char had a vague guess.

It seemed like the nobles in the Upper City lived an extravagant life with high consumption standards and it has exceeded his initial expectation. The difference between here and there must be magnanimous.

Roland had seen that kind of life. He had seen the world, that was why he was willing to give up half of his profit without any scruples.

He understood that this was the only way to move Char.

He was a very realistic guy. He deeply understood that the money in his pocket was the most valuable. As for the illusory future "bounty," distant water could not quench a near thirst. Not to mention, the urgent task was to get rid of this guy who was trying to squeeze this poor profit out of him.

Moreover, judging from Roland's unsurprised expression, Mr. Click to Enter was not the only "human" to appear in the Fourth Component Area, and he was not the only that Roland treated similarly.

It seemed like the poverty of the Sentry team was related to this group of people.

Things were getting interesting.

First, if a "human" had really left Upper City and appeared here, what had he done?

Secondly, since the material and consumption levels of the two sides were so different, why would they still persist in exploiting the Sentry team?

As for the second point, Char felt that the Upper City nobles might really be a bunch of psychopaths.

Char's mind had traveled thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and Roland saw his raised eyebrows as a sign of dissatisfaction.

Damn it, what was he still dissatisfied about?

This group of detestable vampires!

The captain gritted his teeth.

"If half is too little, I can give you 55%. No, it's 60%! Can I? Please Mr. Click to Enter!"

He was practically begging.

"I also want to help you, but I have my own trouble to deal with," Char said as he opened his hands wide.

"What would that be? I'm happy to be at your service!"

"I lost my pass."

Roland was shocked. "What? You lost it? How? That thing is in everyone's personal system."

"It's actually taken away by someone."

Char's tone had never been so serious before, and it even carried a sense of arrogance and disgust.

It was as if he had hidden his disgust for the androids in front of him very well. It was just that he could not swear at them because he was polite and wanted to be a decent person. Therefore, he was very polite from the beginning to the end and even joked with them.

But now, he finally could not hold back his emotions and expressed his anger.

'This must be the demeanor of a high-class citizen!' Roland thought to himself.

"How was it taken away?"

"I don't know," Char said in a self-righteous and bitter tone.

"I only remember that he was a very strange fellow who didn't seem to have a personal system. He wore black leather armor and had long flowing hair."

Roland was shocked!

"Is it like this!"

A window popped up in front of him, and inside was a full-body photo of Char, a 3D version of himself.

"Yes, it's him! I don't know what method he used to make me unconscious, but when I woke up, my entry pass was gone! You guys caught him? Then my entry pass…"

"I'm sorry. We don't have him…" Roland lowered his head in shame.

"Trash! Are you all trash?!"

Char pointed at Roland and scolded him for a full minute before he shut his mouth as if his brain had been deprived of oxygen.

"Damn it, I have something important waiting for me back there!"

Roland hesitated, then suddenly said, "Your Excellency, there's a place that might be able to help you."

"What place?"

"The Black Market."