875: 298.
Wuioge’s Turnaround Plan!
875: 298.
Wuioge’s Turnaround Plan!
Murphy always believed that players are a very practical group.
Their simple and stubborn values lead them to believe that their efforts should be rewarded, and they see this as an unbreakable iron law, at least for Murphy, who used to be a noob player.
Indeed, Murphy’s deep understanding of his little players was proven once he announced that the “Wolf People Disaster” event had finally entered the settlent phase, and all the players boiled with excitent as he had anticipated.
No matter where they were, they rushed back to Crimson Castle at top speed, and the Adventurer Guild’s camp, which was previously frequented only by new players and Avalon Cultists, beca so crowded within half an hour that there was no room to move.
To draw a rather crude analogy, the scene with over a hundred treasure kids was like an upcoming large-scale sa-sex matchmaking event, with everyone restless and agitated.
Acquaintances huddled together, whispering excitedly, while so engaged in so sort of “feudal superstition” by performing exaggerated actions or muttering words in an attempt to increase their supposed “luck.”
Take, for instance, the mbers of the Big Bird Team repeatedly washing their hands in a basin of water, who even had a familiar Witch Hunter drunkard “bless” the water to increase their slim chances of luck.
Of course, such exaggerated behavior, although crazy, was not completely useless—it had no use beyond a placebo effect…
After all, on this continent, there really are spells for “good luck,” and no matter how those mysterious spells were cast, they definitely weren’t the strange and rather indecent casting motions that the little players were currently performing.
“Sister Pogranate!
Sister Pogranate, how many keys can you get?”
When Sister Pogranate, flapping her wings, landed in the camp under the irritating sunset light, the students who got along well with her imdiately surrounded her, genuinely interested in how many tis she would open treasure chests that evening, as she was ranked second on the leaderboard.
Sister Pogranate was quite forthright, not keeping anything secret.
With hands on her hips, she said,
“I’m currently at 11,800 points, and since the event rounds up and does round half up, I can get 12 hunting keys.
Plus one family warrior treasure chest key, and a set of ‘Duke’s Guard’ armor, along with two special titles.”
“Ah, this!”
Cheche, who was following behind Sister Pogranate, said annoyed,
“I can only get 6, no, 7 keys, and nothing else, ugh, we’ve all fought for so long, why is there such a big difference in rewards?”
“Cheche, no crying, tonight if I get sothing good, I’ll treat you to a barbecue!”
Ayu, ranked eighth, put his arm around his good brother’s shoulder and said with a grin,
“, Coo Coo Chicken, and Good Pigeon, we’ve got three warrior keys.
Our dorm’s hunting keys together are over 40!
Even if the stuff from the hunting treasure chest isn’t as good as the family chests, with 40 tries, we’re bound to hit it big a few tis.”
“Right, right, right, we’ve already agreed,”
Lead Dove rubbed his cheeks vigorously, saying,
“Tonight, whoever gets the best loot will pick up the tab.
I haven’t eaten all day just waiting for tonight’s feast.”
“Barbecue street near the school?”
Coo Coo Chicken approached and asked,
“Should I call now to reserve a spot?”
“Have so class, for goodness’ sake!
We’ve all made a bit of money, so why go to barbecue street?
Can’t we splurge for once?
How about dining out?”
Bionic Snail retorted unhappily,
“Bull Bull, ‘Khaki,’ and Old Chen already agreed to go for beers.
Let’s do a mixer and get all the ‘school kids’ together.
Let’s have a good ti today.
The more the rrier for a barbecue, you know.”
“Fine, fine, fine, I’ll take care of the arrangents, alright?”
After so thought, Ayu decided Bionic Snail’s suggestion wasn’t bad and briskly went to invite the sports, geology, and design departnts, eventually including Old Chen into their grand barbecue plan.
However, Professor Chen belonged to an administrative occupation.
He didn’t participate much in the Jackal and Wolf hunting, and whatever points he had were gained from playing the “Decisive Battle on Andma Hill” raid, only enough for three hunting keys.
But Old Chen certainly wasn’t at a loss.
He was showing off around the camp with the Cold Tooth Blade he had obtained from Sir Morphy’s previous treasure chest, paired with the “Master Builder’s Garb” issued from the administrative division, creating an image that could be sumd up in one word—distinguished!
Paired with Old Chen’s unmistakable Scholar’s aura, it was the absolute image of a high-level player.
“What?
The student gang is hosting a barbecue party?”
When the news reached Little Brother Fu, Touching Your Poverty,
He was actually in the sa city as the student group.
Upon hearing the news, he was imdiately intrigued and beckoned his loyal “Beast Tar” Exploding Belly to co over, whispering sothing to him.
Exploding Belly’s eyes widened as he exclaid,
“Holy shit, that’s the five-star place in our city…”
“Just go and book it!
I often go there, and I’m tight with the guys.
I’ll call ahead, and you just have to go and ask for ‘Ah Black’ when you arrive.
He will arrange everything on site,”
Little Brother Fu waved his hand, saying,
“I still need to arrange transportation for them.”
“That’s easy!
When I was working at the zoo, I t a guy who specializes in that.
One call and he can bring several tour buses.”
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