Chapter 1080: Chapter 731: Our Holand
Seeing the na of the tavern, a trace of amusent flashed in Cyber’s eyes.
He leapt off the carriage.
“Lord Cyber, you’re here!”
The Elf Waiter responsible for greeting guests beside the tavern brightened upon seeing the carriage in front of it.
As the savior of the Frost Tribe, Cyber was known to all here and was a regular at the tavern, recognized even before he got off the carriage.
Looking at the enthusiastic Elf Waiter, he nodded with a smile in response:
“Hello, Miga.”
That was the Elf Waiter’s na.
“Hey, hey! Miga, there’s too!”
In front of the carriage, Aister grumbled resentfully.
The Elf Waiter looked at the young girl, greeted her with a smile:
“Aister, you’re getting prettier and prettier.”
Aister’s mouth curled slightly, seeming quite appreciative, but soon she sniffed, raising her delicate face:
“Really, all of you, learning to be more and more glib from the Chosen Ones!”
“Aistel, don’t forget, I’m also a Chosen One.”
Cyber rubbed the girl’s head, intentionally teased.
Aister stuck her tongue out:
“Cyber sir is different from those odd varieties running around the streets!”
“Odd… odd varieties…”
Hubert twitched his mouth, wanting to know when the other party learned this phrase.
Cyber laughed heartily, then handed the carriage to the Elf Waiter:
“Still parked in the usual spot, thanks.”
“Mhm, no problem.”
The Elf Waiter patted the mane of the Dragon Scale Horse, whispered a few words, the Dragon Scale Horse snorted, obediently pulling the carriage toward the stable behind the tavern.
The three pushed open the door and entered the tavern.
The tavern wasn’t very large, with typical Elf-style decorations, and the walls were carved with delicate patterns, while the animated wooden pillars and flower vines filled the place with a sense of nature.
Inside, there were over a dozen tables, most of them occupied by guests, including players dressed in lavish gear and elegantly simple Elves.
Groups of people gathered together, either chatting or playing various tabletop gas developed by players.
Cyber glanced around.
Damn, not to ntion mahjong and poker, they even conjured up gas like Gwent and Three Kingdoms Kill.
Hm…?
Is that Monopoly and Werewolf?
Wait a minute… did he just spot Goddess cards?
It’s worth ntioning that those most obsessed with these tabletop gas weren’t the players, but the Elves…
No matter how many tis he’d seen it, every ti he saw those handso and beautiful Frost Elves sitting together, or playing mahjong or wielding cards shouting “Attack!” “Attack!” “Attack!”, Cyber couldn’t help but feel odd.
However, all this pales compared to the Frost Elf playing Blue Star music with an Elf Harp inside the tavern.
Watching the Frost Elf swaying and singing familiar lodies, Cyber couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.
He now wanted to know which guy taught “A Cut of Plum” and “A Thousand-Year Wait” to the Elves.
Being able to translate these old songs into catchy Elf language requires a real talent indeed.
Yet, it must be said that the Elf Clan does possess considerable artistic talent.
Cyber was very certain that when players first taught these songs, they definitely had a mischief-minded intention.
However, no one probably expected that after the Elves adjusted the lody, these songs that should have been jarring turned out to be ethereal and otherworldly…
Still, however ethereal they might be, Cyber preferred tunes with an Elf flair.
Soothing, moving.
It gave him a sense of truly living in a fantasy world…
Especially when having a drink in the tavern.
Elves in the tavern were obsessed with tabletop gas, but the players sitting here ford a polarized trend.
A significant portion of them sat at the table in a daze.
Cyber could tell these players were idle, probably watching dramas backstage or surfing online, with quite likely many writing papers or coding too.
Who wouldn’t when “Elf Kingdom” allowed accelerated thinking…
Just a few days back, it was the end of the term, even he cramd for a few days at the tavern.
Not to ntion, the fourfold-speed ti was truly delightful.
In just two days, he quickly caught up with a sester’s worth of review material.
Aside from these idling players, a significant portion gathered beneath a crystal screen in the tavern.
Cyber glanced over, it was projecting player duels.
Duels were a new twist brought by players in-ga after this open beta quota.
It’s said to be organized by several major guilds together.
For this, the ngng Committee even got approval from the church to lead the construction of a Roman-style circular Duel Arena in Chosen City, with plans for each of the seven Player Main Cities to build their arenas.
Though duels could happen in the virtual space of “Elf Kingdom,” as the ga beca more “fantasy world”-like, players showed more interest in this “real” feeling of dueling, and tickets had been selling well.
Even in the tavern broadcasting it, there was no lack of audience.
Players even opened bets on the dueling, Cyber had participated once, earning himself three thousand contribution points.
Duels happened almost daily, both individual and group, from various levels, and most were life-or-death.
Since the Contribution Point application system of the PK system was adopted, killing soone in the Duel Arena wouldn’t lead to infamy, only deduct the contribution points used to activate PK.
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