908: 309.
Here cos the little player, Hog’s trouble is gone.
908: 309.
Here cos the little player, Hog’s trouble is gone.
It took Vomit Mud Sauce a full ten minutes to completely understand that the four formidable and murderous-looking female soldiers were guards assigned to his dad by the administrative departnt.
He wasn’t angry about his dad spending money on “keeping won” in the ga.
After all, which man of this era doesn’t have a few “paper wife” characters that they’re proud of?
Besides, he didn’t have ti for idle thoughts at the mont, because due to his unreliable dad’s guidance, Vomit Mud Sauce ended up with an “acting village chief” administrative position and a “vehicle design engineer” side job within 30 minutes of entering the ga.
He was pretty clueless about both jobs, basically doing whatever his dad told him to, with the forr belonging to the administrative departnt and the latter related to the newly introduced manufacturing profession of “chanic.”
But both fit Vomit Mud Sauce’s character specialties [Vehicle Expert]and [Professional Logistics]perfectly.
“I heard that Half-body n on the continent have already created steam-powered chanical trains, but considering that the steam engineering in this ga’s setting definitely differs from our chanical engineering, the steam locomotives they handcraft are probably not the sa as the ones you know.
You must visit the Ligurian Peninsula when you get the chance to expand your horizons.”
Half-Hanging Insurance laughed heartily as he exited the administrative hall with his son, who was holding a letter of appointnt, under the protection of four female guards.
His two old buddies were already waiting for him at the entrance.
As part of the “Administrative TriStar,” Dump Truck and Brother Shovel were unusually fully-ard today.
Riding magnificent demon-hunting steeds and accompanied by their guards, the group of twelve, including Half-Hanging Insurance’s four guards, looked quite nacing.
“Uncle Lin, Uncle Liu.”
Vomit Mud Sauce promptly greeted the two uncles, whom he also knew in reality, with due manners, forcing the two middle-aged n who were striking poses on their mounts to remove their helts and return the greeting.
“What are you doing here, kid?”
Dump Truck expressed his surprise:
“Isn’t your dad just playing a ga?
Why send you in as well to keep an eye on him?
No offense, but your mom needs to step in on this, being so strict is not a good thing.”
“Um, it’s complicated, but definitely not what you’re thinking.”
Half-Hanging Insurance didn’t want to discuss reality in the ga, so he imdiately shut his two old friends up with his first sentence.
He mounted his horse and asked:
“Is the portal ready?”
“Yep, we specially asked Miss Phemys to open it.
The drop point is where we previously set up camp between Smugglers’ Forest and Polluted Swamp.”
Brother Shovel replied.
“Now we are just waiting for the new players to receive their Treasure Beads and dog tags and then bring them over…
Happy Stick that damned thing is still in the barracks taking the Knight assessnt.
He really can’t make it today; no help for it, we’ll just have to get so new players to fill in.”
“What combat ability do they have?”
Half-Hanging Insurance, looking at his son who was slowly and struggling to get on the horse, covered his face and sighed:
“If a real fight breaks out, it looks like it’ll be up to the guards of us administrators!”
“Not just us, the girls’ ‘Silver Moon Pride Team’ and Brother Cat’s ‘Soldier Strike Group’ will also join in.
The combat power of these two teams is acknowledged by everyone.
Plus, Ya Ya just reported that the Blood Rat Gang’s NPCs set out a few days ago.
They will et up with us near Smugglers’ Forest.”
Dump Truck corrected:
“So nominally it’s a ‘debt collection,’ but it’s not just the players going over.
The Blood Rat Gang leader, Doris, is Lady Adel’s subordinate.
Her involvent signifies the position of Crimson Castle and Sir Morphy on this matter.
If the Bloodclaw Clan doesn’t give face…
heh, then they can’t bla us for losing theirs!”
“What are we waiting for then?
Let’s go, go, go!”
Half-Hanging Insurance, upon hearing about the NPC support, imdiately felt relieved and spurred his horse to help his incompetent son onto the horseback, leading the guards grandiosely toward the campsite’s exit.
This “debt collection operation” launched by the administrators was closely linked to the interests of all players.
The loot and equipnt scavenged from the Wolf camp were to be divided equally among all players who participated in the “Decisive Battle on Andma Hill,” and according to the calculations of the professional accountants among the players, Galaxy Puncher and Ruthless Mantis Worm, it would be purchased by the administrative departnt and converted into Gold Coin rewards.
Even if the administrative departnt were a bunch of greedy vampires, each player would still receive about 50 Gold Coins each.
In the current economic system of the players, this wasn’t a small sum of money, except for the old players who “had ways to make a fortune.” So, when Dump Truck and the others reached the campsite exit, almost all players with nothing better to do gathered around.
Including the new players who ca to join the commotion and the guards brought by the administrators, the number of people on this venture easily exceeded 200.
Indeed, it was a force to be reckoned with.
Miss Phemis, hiding in the shadows, didn’t waste any ti and erged from within the Crimson Spiritual Energy.
After Dump Truck ca forward to request permission, she imdiately waved her Night Howling Staff and cast a spell to open a large Star Realm Portal directly to the vicinity of Smugglers’ Forest.
Such large Star Realm Portals, like teleportation scrolls, have a minimal chance of getting lost, so Miss Phemis would never risk using it herself if it wasn’t necessary.
But she knew that the otherworldly warriors were not afraid of this, so she watched as they disappeared into the crimson light curtain with enthusiastic howls.
“Morphy, your warriors have set out.”
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