Chapter 308:

Words : 1854 Updated : Oct 13th, 2025

After Lord Murphy finished issuing the mission and left with Lady Tris, the veteran players began enthusiastically discussing various mysteries in the new storyline, while the newly joined fresh players walked out of the Midnight Chamber. Just like every “welcoming ceremony” when new players joined, many veteran players had gathered outside the Midnight Chamber to welcome their brothers. “Beauty that sinks fish and drops geese, eclipses moon and shames flowers! Come here, come here!” At Life Is Pretty Good’s shout, the four newly joined secretary girls looked at each other, sighed helplessly, and then dragged their heavy steps toward their boss. Feel You Poor was sticking close to his buddy Life Is Pretty Good. Looking at the four professional secretary girls being called over to play the game, he couldn’t help but criticize his childhood friend’s unreliable behavior in his heart. But seeing Life Is Pretty Good leaving surrounded by four girls, Rich Brother felt a bit envious, should he spend some money to hire a few professional secretaries too? Look how impressive that is! But then he thought again, he’s a combat Professional and doesn’t need secretaries to help handle administrative affairs, and would have to pay extra money. Not worth it. Really not worth it! Having Stinky Treasure as company is good enough, what else does he need? Besides, no matter how pretty the girls are, could they be more fun than the great manticore? As for these four secretary girls’ attitude toward this game... Although they were also shocked by the 100% realism, their true “forced to work” feelings could be seen from their IDs. These four creative girls were called 【Sinking Fish Playing Games at Work】, 【Wild Goose Playing Games at Work】, 【Hidden Moon Checking Bills at Work】, and 【Shy Flower Working for Off Hours】, which basically showed their dissatisfaction with this “new job” very clearly on their faces. What Rich Brother admired most about his childhood friend was that he could pretend he didn’t see anything in front of such IDs. Tsk tsk tsk, clearly an expert at playing dumb! But judging from these four ladies’ professionalism and scholarly dignity, it’s hard to say whether his buddy secretly gave them raises to convince them to play the game together...@@@@ “Doo doo doo doo” The deep sound of a horn suddenly rang out in front of the Midnight Chamber, interrupting Rich Brother’s random thoughts and causing Vomit Sauce, who was staring at Life Is Pretty Good with envy and jealousy, to look back. He saw a knight wearing crimson armor and carrying a sword and shield taking a golden horn away from his mouth, with two NPC guards carrying banners behind him. If this guy wasn’t speaking Chinese, he would be completely indistinguishable from the surrounding walking NPCs. Honorary Knight Typal, who had also come to “welcome” new players, put the horn on his waist belt and climbed onto a crate, shouting loudly: “Torrent Knights Brigade First and Second Battalions, assemble!” “Swoosh swoosh swoosh” With the sound of running, 80 deep RP players quickly formed two teams of 40 people. Of course, they weren’t as orderly as professional soldiers, looking very much like an amateur large-scale group performance, and there were people whispering in the crowd, but this didn’t affect the very “strange” friendship these weird folks displayed, and a certain kind of “bond” that Vomit Sauce couldn’t understand. This must be the bond between good brothers! Otherwise, doing such things in public would be a bit hard to maintain composure, unless these guys were all confident social butterflies who didn’t care about others’ opinions. “Brave knights! As the vanguard dispatched from Torrent Castle to Transia, we must maintain our dignity in front of the locals and show them the good deeds and tolerance that followers of the Holy Light should have! ṜaꞐOBĚS This is our duty, and also the code of conduct for us chosen otherworld knights!” Honorary Knight Typal now channeled his inner principal, standing on the crate with his left hand on his hip, right hand clenched in a fist, and shouted with a serious expression: “The people of Transia have just suffered unimaginable hardships, they desperately need the Holy Light to bring them hope, and this is why we came to this world! This is the blessed land given to us by the Holy Light! We must seize this opportunity, and most importantly, we are one unit! Although we only have 81 people now, our unity has already gained the favor and attention of the local lord! Lord Murphy has promised us that as long as we demonstrate our excellent organizational and mobilization capabilities in the ‘100-Day Grand Construction’ campaign that symbolizes hope and a beautiful future, and make due contributions to the people of Transia, we will be allowed to establish our own stronghold on this land! I have decided to name it ‘Torrent Castle’! I believe this name will go down in history along with our heroic journey on this continent! What I believe even more is that the birth of Torrent Castle is just the beginning. One day, all those great cities carrying countless heroic memories in our minds will rise one by one in this world. Lordaeron, Stormwind, Stratholme, and even Quel’Thalas! I believe we will use our own hands to add bricks and tiles to cities belonging to the cause of Holy Light and justice! The legends belonging to the Holy Light will eventually be carried by our righteous deeds and spread throughout the world!” “Good!” “Well said!” “For the glory of Stormwind! For the High King!” There was a round of cheers from below, more people applauded, and some whistled, clearly all excited “Alliance dogs” behaviors, but these actions completely disrupted the serious atmosphere Typal had worked hard to create and the rhythm of his speech that he had spent an hour preparing last night. Looking at the enthusiastic brothers below, Typal could only sigh helplessly. We three are now people of status in Transia, really can’t lose face.” Middle-aged men’s anger comes and goes quickly. In just a few minutes, he was beaming with joy and bragging as he led his clueless son away from the Blood Vulture Halls. But just as they reached the door he suddenly remembered something and his expression changed dramatically, but it was too late to delay. A few seconds later, the dumbfounded Vomit Sauce saw his father’s four female guards that he “raised” in the game, and his expression immediately became colorful. He hunched his shoulders looking at his father, and after several seconds, the young man hesitantly said in a low voice: “Paper... paper waifus? And four of them? Dad, I suddenly feel mom’s worries may not be unfounded. I think when I go back this weekend, you really need to explain this to me properly.” “Shut up! This can’t be explained in just a word or two, but! It’s definitely not what you think! Don’t go back and gossip nonsense to your mom, I’m warning you kid.” —— “What are you doing?” After the little players left Blood Vulture Halls angrily under the leadership of several administrative brothers, Tris came to Murphy’s office again, planning to discuss with him about training Spirit Mages among the players, but when she pushed open the door she saw Murphy hugging a box, taking things out of his spirit bag and putting them in it. It looked just like he was “packing up to run away”. “I’m just sorting out some things I won’t need for now.” Murphy turned back and explained: “Didn’t we just release the third phase of the main storyline? I thought about it, regarding rewards, just giving some vague descriptions probably isn’t enough to motivate those guys, so I plan to have the Blood Rats open a ‘black market’ in the sewers.” “What does the black market have to do with the things you’re packing?” Tris became more curious. She approached Murphy and looked at him suspiciously, saying: “Are you planning to sneak away? Going to abandon me alone in Transia to suffer?” “Look at what you’re saying, I couldn’t bear to do that.” Murphy said something not so serious, making Tris snort, then heard Murphy explain to her: “This black market isn’t a traditional underground trading place, it’s a channel I designed specifically for players to obtain high-level weapons, armor and rare items and skill books, and can also serve as a reward distribution pool for certain random activities and a way to recover large amounts of coins from their hands in the future. Look, this armor is the elder armor you gave me before. I can’t use it now, but there’s no point in collecting it, so I’ll send it to Dorothy. Let players buy it with special tokens or large amounts of coins. And like these sword art books.” The vampire lord picked up a stack of sword art notes on the table and introduced: “These are analyses of various clan and style sword arts that I excerpted from Necessary Evil’s sword art teachings. It would be extremely difficult for my little players to obtain them under normal circumstances, but they can buy them in the black market.” “Hmm, I get it, the Thieves’ Guild’s approach.” Tris crossed her arms and said: “The Thieves’ Guild run by halflings in Genoa Peninsula also has similar trading places, but they only open them to recognized members and guests. You’re planning to set up a small-scale trading meeting. But are your collections enough by yourself?” “Of course not.” Murphy continued sorting things and shook his head saying: “I’ve already sent messages to Maxim and Adele and Femis, they can give their unused things to Dorothy to sell privately.” “Hmph, what good things could you young people have?” Tris pouted and took out a thick grimoire from her spirit bag and handed it to Murphy, saying: “The grimoire I recorded when learning spirit energy in my youth, I can’t use it now, you take it! What are you doing?” She saw Murphy casually flip through a few pages then rip the grimoire in half from the middle. This disrespect for knowledge immediately angered Tris, but before the Nocturne Scepter could hit Murphy’s head, she saw Murphy staring at her with a matter-of-fact look, saying: “Such good stuff, how can we just sell it all at once? Of course we should divide it into upper, middle and lower volumes to sell randomly. We need to maximize resource utilization. My dear Grand Duchess, we can hardly be called prosperous now.” “Oh, that makes sense then divide it into 7 parts, just matching the seven chapters in the grimoire. Ah, your brain, always thinking about squeezing out the last bit of oil from those poor players. They really hit eight lifetimes of bad luck getting stuck with you.” “Tsk, nice use of that otherworld saying, I give you 10 points, don’t let it go to your head.”

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