I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 71. You Won't Be Able to Pass the Security Check Like This.

When the sky turned dark again, the outline of the city wall of Astan City appeared in the distance.

Ever since he heard Char's second bad news, Andrew's mind had been heavy.

He did not dare to believe that it was true, so he had to see it with his own eyes.

"Is it really as serious as you say?"Andrew asked suspiciously.

"If you don't believe me, you can let your two guards try." Char pouted at his guards. "Ask them to change into your clothes and walk in with the Soul-forming Grass. See if they can pass the security check."

Andrew felt that it made sense. He took off his coat and dressed one of the guards as a merchant, then asked another guard to accompany him.

He did not bring much Soul-forming Grass with him this time, only a bucket full of dried and ground powder. But considering the purity of this thing and the single consumption of dwarves, it was enough for him to die more than a thousand times if he were in China.

He scooped out a bowl from the bowl and put it in a cloth bag, then asked the guard to bring it up.

It was reasonable for a traveling merchant to bring a bag of spice-like things. After all, it was only addictive to dwarves.

Char had told him that the security checks in Astan City had become stricter, and addictive substances like Soul-forming Grass had been added to the list of prohibited items, so this thing was completely in his hands. They couldn't even sell it to ordinary people, let alone the mushroom people. The dwarves lived in the plain of treasures, and the Astan City was separated by the entire Andaheim.

Looking at the two guards walking away, Andrew suddenly asked with uncertainty, "Will they be alright?"

"I thought you didn't believe me? Of course, nothing will happen."

"I..."

The round-faced merchant was speechless.

As expected, the guard was stopped at the city gate. After negotiating with the guard, he took out bags of goods for the other party to inspect.

Andrew looked into the distance nervously, as if he was the one who was negotiating with him.

The cloth bag containing the Soul-forming Grass powder was opened. Someone said something, and the guards immediately surrounded him. Andrew's heart tightened.

"No way?"

"Don't worry..."

The leading soldier asked a few questions, then waved his hand and ordered his men to take the two guards away. The grim expression on his face made people suspect that he was not facing a merchant from Aurania, but two undead that had been corrupted by monsters.

"You finally believe me now, right?" Char asked.

Andrew frowned and didn't say anything for a long time.

"I believe you. What do you think we should do?"

"That's right." Char smiled. "You've seen me take something out of thin air. You know about God's chosen one, right?"

"I know, that village (novice village) is full of them."

Andrew's tone was complicated. He had seen the group of God's Chosen Ones before. They were like newly born monkeys looking at the world in wonder. In short, it was hard to describe in words.

He had always thought that the Apple Pie was one of the best, until he met Char.

This was probably what a true God's Chosen One was.

"Yes, we were summoned here, so the Seven Holy Spirits gave us a space to store things, and no one can check it. That's why I can tell you."

Andrew hesitated for a few seconds, looked at the Apple Pie and Char.

The former had summoned Skadi, and in his eyes, she was someone who was blessed by the Gods.

The latter, on the other hand, had managed to survive under the hands of Skadi.

"Alright!"

Andrew gritted his teeth and handed the bucket to Char.

He did not forget to set the rental contract to the stingy ten minutes.

As a believer of the Gods, Andrew was very resistant to borrowing the power of the Seven Holy Spirits, which was why he was hesitant to make a decision. However, he had no choice but to believe.

With the item in hand, Char patted the other party in satisfaction.

"Let's go!"

When the group passed the city gate, Andrew was stopped because of his iconic appearance.

The ice and snow in the North that had not melted for a long time reflected strong light all day long, day and night, so Andrew's eyes were small. With his wide face and nose, no one would believe him if he said he was a native of the Kingdom of Rugao.

"What do they mean? Why did they stop me before I even checked?"

Andrew asked Char nervously.

"Normal security check..."

Char consoled. He then glanced at the officer who was walking down the city gate.

Unlike the average Astan people, Officer Macha looked more like Andrew's relative. At least, his nose was as wide as Andrew's, his face was as round as Andrew's, and he had the same blush on his face.

Macha was also a Northerner, but he was a Barbarian.

The Northern Red Grasslands was almost in the North of the game map. It was located in the North of the Kingdom of Rugao. The Barbarians who were nomad on this grassland would inevitably come into contact with the people of Aurania, who were in a remote corner in the North.

Although the two sides were not hostile to each other, it was common for them to dislike and look down on each other.

So, how could Macha let a merchant, who looked like the people from Aurania, to enter the city so easily?

In fact, there was no such thing as illegal checks in Astan City. Andrew's guard was checked because he was dressed like a guest from Ice City. Then, when he rummaged through his luggage, he saw the iconic Soul-forming Grass powder, so he was detained.

"What's going on? " Macha went straight to Andrew. Andrew's heart skipped a beat when he saw Macha's barbaric face.

However, when he remembered that the prohibited items were in Char's bag, he was slightly relieved.

At this moment, he saw Char desperately trying to signal him with his eyes.

What was the meaning of this?

Andrew did not understand. Macha then said, "These people are from Aurania. I suspect they are blasphemers. Arrest them first.

"Yes!"

The guards swarmed forward, and Andrew was instantly disarmed. Char and the others were also surrounded.

"Hey! Was there a mistake? Sir, although I'm from Aurania, I'm not a blasphemer."

Andrew's words were ignored by Macha.

In this world, demons ran rampant. Although the team from the United Holy Kingdom was eliminating monsters, demons, and creatures every day, they did not have time to do it all the time. Thus, the statues of the Seven Holy Spirits worshiped on the small path outside the Astan City would be destroyed every day by wandering bandits who had lost their families. They hated this world and everything.

Since it was a case of injustice, Macha was the best person to frame Andrew. In fact, if Andrew's mind was clear at this time, he should quickly say that he was a citizen of the Kingdom of Rugao and take out a sum of money to settle the trouble, but his mind was full of what to do if the contraband was found and his crime was doubled. For a moment, his mind was in a mess, and he let the soldiers push him.

Suddenly, he seemed to have understood what Char meant and quickly terminated the contract, in case they were caught and the forbidden items would fly out automatically when the time limit of the contract was up.

His actions seemed to have given Char a signal. As soon as this side was removed, Char began to move on the other side.

He nimbly broke free from the two soldiers who were restraining him. The Misty Sword instantly fell into his hand and he gently slashed upwards.

The swords of two soldiers were broken.

"Get him!"

"Take him down!"

The soldiers surrounded Char.

Macha had already walked away, but he was attracted by the commotion and turned around, just in time to witness this scene.

The officer did not feel offended or provoked at all. Instead, his eyes lit up. He pulled out a sword from the waist of a soldier beside him and strode over.

"Get out of the way. Let me do it!"

The soldiers surrounding Char immediately formed a semi-circle, surrounding the two of them.

Char turned around and met Macha's eyes, which were filled with fighting spirit. Without waiting for the other party to come within five meters of him, he raised his hand and shouted, "

"Hold on!"

Then, there was a sound.

He threw the sword away.