In the afternoon, the servants in the chamber of commerce carefully surrounded the warehouse door.
"It's been almost six hours, what's wrong with her, Miss?"
"When I just went in to give the eldest lady lunch, I saw her gesturing something with her hands in mid-air." A maid said in a slightly fearful voice. "And some creepy smiles from time to time."
"Isn't the eldest lady driven crazy? Obviously so young..."
"I think it's more like being possessed by an evil spirit. It's more reliable to ask a spellcaster who can understand the Holy Light system." Another attendant whispered.
But the discussions of these attendants were quickly stopped by the voices behind them.
"What are you all doing here?!"
The owner of the chamber of commerce came behind the group of attendants gathered in front of the warehouse.
"Sir Linton."
The squires heard the voice behind them, and were as frightened as seeing Dorothy muttering to herself in the warehouse.
They turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in front of them, Lyndon Rodcollin, and the servants of the firm knew that the owner of the firm hoped to be promoted to the noble society, but after struggling for so many years, they only got a worthless one. Baron title.
And since the last time he failed in business and the reputation of the firm ushered in Waterloo, the jazz's wishes are on the verge of being shattered.
"It's not time to rest yet, and Dorothy?! Who among you saw Dorothy?" the sergeant began to shout loudly.
A little hesitant expressions flashed on the faces of the attendants. Perhaps for this middle-aged man, marrying his daughter into an aristocratic family was the only way to save the business.
"In the warehouse." Someone among the attendants still told the eldest lady's location: "Sir Linton, be careful, the eldest lady is a bit... strange."
"You don't need to worry about it." After leaving this sentence, Sir walked straight into the warehouse.
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Dorothy rubbed her eyes, and looking at the interface of the magic net for a long time made her eyes dry.
The symptoms and the drowsiness on her body reminded Dorothy countless times that she was going to rest, but Dorothy couldn't stop!
Just an hour ago, she played through the third level of "Super Mario". Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dorothy was ready to take a nap. As a result, the moment she closed "Super Mario", The magic net is occupied by colorful paintings.
These "paintings" are other games!
At that time, Dorothy's scalp was numb. After browsing the introduction of several games, she said, "Just give it a try." Dorothy clicked on a game called "Snowman Brothers". .
By the way, it was now Dorothy's one hundred and twenty-third attempt.
She took a sip of the cold black grass leaf juice in her hand, and then picked up the fruit slices brought in by the attendant on the other side and put it into her mouth.
"A little bit more..."
Dorothy stared at the screen in the game. The characters in her game had come to the leader at the end of the game. After a period of fighting, the leader was close to the brink of death.
She just needs to throw a "snowball" at the opponent to kill the leader.
But just as Dorothy was engrossed, a screeching sound came from behind her.
"Dorothy! What are you doing here by yourself! Hurry up and put on your new clothes, Count Cruz's ball is about to begin tonight!"
This sudden voice frightened Dorothy, who was focusing her attention. Her hand trembled slightly and she made an operation mistake, and her character's last life was taken away by the leader of Guan Di!
Dorothy stared blankly at the words "Game Over" popped up on the magic web screen, and felt that her soul had been pulled away.
"Dorothy! Dorothy?" The loud voice still kept ringing in Dorothy's ear.
A nameless anger surged from Dorothy's heart. Dorothy swore that she had never been so angry in her life, even if the name of the Chamber of Commerce was damaged and she was slandered by others on the street, Dorothy would be Be patient with a smile.
But now Dorothy just wanted to pick up the plate at hand and throw it in the face of the owner of the voice!
In fact, Dorothy's hand was on the edge of the plate, but after realizing that the owner of the voice was her father, Dorothy held back.
"I'll go," said Dorothy in a low voice.
"Then why don't you go upstairs to change your clothes and dress up nicely! I heard that there will be a big person present at the dance today."
Dorothy ignored her father and walked upstairs to her room without saying a word.
She opened her closet and looked at the various luxurious dresses and fell into silence.
Dorothy admits that what her father did was to save the Chamber of Commerce, which was the most effective and feasible way.
But Dorothy was very disgusted that she was like a commodity that her father placed in the "prom" market with a clear price.
"Is there any other way?"
Dorothy has been thinking about how to save this chamber of commerce for a while. She has lobbied several other firms and savings houses to get investment, but the final result was a failure.
This made Dorothy a little desperate. She didn't want this business to disappear on the streets of the Iron Country.
Dorothy took off her clothes and chose a more conservative dress in the closet to go to the mirror to change, but a prompt sounded in her ear.
She waved her hand to open the Leyline interface, and when she left the warehouse Dorothy forgot to turn off the Leyline game section.
"my world?"
A message popped up under the game section... "Minecraft beta tester qualification draw starts now."
Dorothy didn't see any Minecraft-related games in the game section, but that didn't stop her from clicking the "Draw" button in the pop-up message.
"Congratulations on qualifying as a Minecraft tester."
"Eh?"
Although Dorothy looked a little stunned at the "winning news" that popped up in front of her.
She suddenly remembered that when she was still young, she had won a special prize at an event held by a business firm. The only one among tens of millions of people, the reward was a special magic machine.
"Good luck today."
The negative emotions accumulated in Dorothy's heart were instantly swept away, and when she was about to try out what kind of game Minecraft was, there was another knock on the door.
It was then that Dorothy remembered that her clothes had not been changed, and the prompt "lost internet connection" appeared in front of Dorothy's eyes again.
This made her a little discouraged to put on her clothes and get ready to go to the dance tonight.