To make himself comfortable, long-lasting, and at ease in this guild—and to successfully join hands and wings with Xiao Chuer, who spins silk so brilliantly—he must showcase his own value.
Here at the Snowy Mountain Base, operating a small bar at a loss is another story; this position he had snatched by force, and anyone else could do it just as well.
Therefore, Ning You was absolutely determined for the beautiful life tightly wrapped in spider silk that awaited him in the future.
While Ning You was waiting for newcomers to pass through the random selection part and fantasizing at the same time,
Damn it.
Someone actually came.
The red light came on.
A short figure cloaked in a cape crossed the security line.
The red light indicated that the person was carrying a red ball.
Because inside the red ball, there were simple sensors that only worked within a meter of the light.
"Come, come, come, register here."
Ning You stepped forward and took out a form.
"Mi… Milien."
