Chapter 466 Sorry, Can’t Go In

It was a magnificent building with golden colors.

Although the size strictly followed the class level and was two points smaller than the Guild of the Guide, the decoration and design were several levels higher than the Guild of the Guide.

Overall, there was a clear beauty of nouveau riche.

"It looks very rich."

As a person who likes small blue crystals, the favorability of this kind of vulgar nouveau riche is not comparable to others.

Sode, who was standing by, chuckled and explained, "If you want to talk about being rich, then the Dimension Mining is indeed second to none. After all, their innate talents mean they are destined not to be poor."

Lu Ming nodded: "Yes, the race has mastered mastery of architecture, master mastery of woodworking, master mastery of forging, master mastery of clothing, master mastery of mineral source survey, master mastery of comprehensive mining (i.e. multiple mining technologies), and the "blessing of the God of Craftsmen" that increases the energy efficiency of mastery skills by an additional 20%. Each of them is the capital for making a fortune. It is natural to have money, but it's a pity."

It's a pity that such talents have not found their belonging.

Fortunately, I am not a person who likes to put on airs. If they can't find their belonging, their belonging will come to them.

"Ah? What a pity?"

Sode, who was shocked by Lu Ming's understanding of the Eight-Armed Clan, paused for a moment and looked at Lu Ming with a confused look.

What a pity?

As transferers, the Eight-Armed Clan relied on their inherent advantages to survive in the early stages of the Star Field.

If there is no shelter, build your own shelter.

If there is no weapon, forge your own weapon.

After starting to hunt alien species, you can directly create biological weapons and equipment that are 20% more powerful than ordinary forging.

They turned the survival version of Jialan's Doomsday into a cracked version.

Although their abilities tend to be craftsman-oriented, their strength has significantly decreased after entering the Star Hunting Ground and the Dimensional Battlefield.

However, they immediately changed their minds, and with their strong mining talents and various specializations, they got on the local residents and guides, and bid farewell to the survival struggle in the Dimensional Battlefield.

And on the grounds of mining and paying taxes, they won the favor of the nobles who controlled the war zone, and obtained the hunting ground privilege certificates given by the nobles, so that they could retreat even if they encountered nobles who came to hunt in the Star Hunting Ground.

Since then, the Eight-Armed Clan has directly jumped out of the competition circle of transferers and become a third-party guild serving transferers.

Even if they have to live away from their hometowns and flatter other races, they still live with more status and dignity than all the transferees.

Such a life is something their own race cannot even dream of enjoying, so why is it a pity?

Lu Ming smiled gently: "Yes, it's a pity."

This smile was like a spring breeze, but it made Sode feel cold all over.

But Lu Ming's words and expression made Sode seem to have some insights, but he couldn't really find the reason. This feeling was very uncomfortable, like scratching an itch through a shoe, which made him care.

"How is Director Sode doing in the Guild of Guides?"

Just when Sode was itching, Lu Ming's words came into his ears as light as the wind.

"Ah?"

After a pause, Sode came back to his senses and replied inexplicably: "No worries about food and accommodation, a stable situation, pretty good."

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Except for the slow level promotion and the dull days...

After a pause, Lu Ming said a light hum and stopped talking, leading Chuxue to the lobby of Dimension Mining.

Sode watched Lu Ming walk away, and immediately had a lot of questions on his head, completely unable to understand what Lu Ming wanted to do.

He wanted to ask, but was afraid of Lu Ming's position in the president's heart, so he didn't dare.

He could only hold back the "what a pity" just now, and followed forward with an itch in his heart.

Unexpectedly, just as he caught up with Lu Ming's footsteps, Lu Ming stopped and turned his head and said: "Sir Sode, if there is a place where you can better display your talents, are you willing to join?"

Sode's face sank, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Unexpectedly, before the voice was uttered, Lu Ming interrupted with a smile: "Don't rush to refuse, you can treat it as something I mentioned unintentionally. It won't be too late to make a decision after a while."

Leaving this sentence, Lu Ming walked forward quickly.

Leaving Sode alone standing there in a daze, he didn't even keep up with the pace.

At the entrance of the hall, two pairs of burly young men with eight arms were looking coldly at the people entering the hall.

On the other hand, since Lu Ming and Chuxue appeared at the entrance of the hall, people around him kept looking at him.

Some people looked at him with surprise and surprise, while others looked at him with doubt and scrutiny.

The former were obviously the transferors who had seen Lu Ming and Chuxue at the gate of Churchill City.

The latter were the residents who had stayed in the city before, or who had rushed back later.

"Look, it's them."

Some people whispered to the side, describing them to others.

"Oh - that's them. They're well dressed, but their race is a little thin and doesn't look very strong." The man nodded repeatedly. This habit of judging people by appearance is still quite accurate in the end of the Galan World, except for the nobles. Lu Ming ignored the discussions of the people around him, but he didn't understand the focus of the people around him. Since he entered the dimensional battlefield and came into contact with people, he has never seen anyone talk about Chuxue's beauty. This does not conform to the classic plot in Chinese novels. Is it the difference in racial aesthetics? Probably. Lu Ming triggered the logical self-consistency and took Chuxue into the hall. "Wait."

Before Lu Ming could step into the gate, he was blocked by the eight-armed guard on his right.

Lu Ming looked confused, but the guard remained indifferent and said calmly: "You look strange, please show me your ID."

"oh?"

Lu Ming was very excited. Is it so strict? Even if he enters the city, he can still be asked for his identity certificate because he looks unfamiliar?

However, in line with the attitude of "when in town, do as the Romans do", Lu Ming still handed the dimensional black card to the guard.

When the other party saw this, he paused for a moment, then took out another cyan card from the space bag. When the two came into contact, the card showed no reaction.

He frowned at Lu Ming and patted the guard next to him.

The guard obviously had a tacit understanding. He took out his cyan card from his arms and made contact with the dimensional black card again.

Two seconds later, the two guards all turned their gazes to Lu Ming and said coldly: "Sorry, you can't go in."

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