When Tom said the word apology, the atmosphere in the office was a little delicate.
Lucius thought about it for a while, but he couldn't figure out what this guy could do to apologize to him.
After a moment of silence, Lucius looked at him and asked.
"You forgot your password?"
"That's not true." As if he didn't expect Lucius to ask such a question, Tom, who was choked, coughed dryly and said, "My memory is still good."
"Did you tear Popo apart?"
"...?"
It seems not.
Lucius sighed: "So what is it?"
Tom looked embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "It's about what I said on the road... I want to hand over the relics of Doctor Principle to the academy. I have to apologize to you."
That's it.
While Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help being speechless for a while.
This guy had a serious expression on his face, which made him think that something serious happened, but he didn't expect it to be such a trivial matter.
"Oh, that... don't worry about it, I'll almost forget it if you don't tell me."
Lucius is not such a small-minded man, this trivial matter is not enough for him to hold grudges.
Seeing that Lucius didn't take it seriously, although Tom was also relieved, he continued to speak seriously.
"Anyway, I really didn't think about this matter... I thought about it later, if I handed over the relic to the academy, after they watched the full video, they would definitely come here to track down the whereabouts of that suitcase .”
"Congratulations, thinking of it is something anyone can think of," Lucius looked at him and continued, "Besides, even if you hand over this video tape to the academy, there is no way they let you go. At most, you can add another one reason to kill you."
Tom was stunned.
"Why……"
"You said that this is different from the history of the academy you have learned. As one of the three founders, Doctor Principle has never been to the River Valley Province, let alone Spring City, the southernmost city in the River Valley Province. Have you considered why the academy concealed this clue?"
Tom was lost in thought.
It can be seen that although this child is a little naive, he is not really stupid.
After taking a sip of the warm water in the cup, Lucius paused for a moment, then continued.
"It is reasonable to speculate that there are two situations. In the first situation, Dr. Principle had an accident on his way to the Great Rift Valley or in the Great Rift Valley, but this is not realistic, because you said that Dr. It has made an outstanding contribution to its establishment.”
Tom nodded seriously.
"Yes...the head of the three branches is named after him, including our laser rifle. Without him, the academy would not have been born."
Lucius: "Then there is another possibility left. After your Doctor Principle established the academy, he believed that the worst B could happen, so he concealed the existence of the holographic video tape."
Tom retorted: "It doesn't make sense, since the worst scenario he imagined has already happened, shouldn't he guide his descendants to find hope."
Lucius: "Maybe he thinks he can't count on you."
Tom was stunned.
"……What's the meaning."
Lucius smiled lightly and said.
"It's nothing, you said it yourself, the college has a history of two hundred years, and a lot of things must have happened. Perhaps, it is no longer the college it was then."
When he heard this sentence, Tom almost instinctively drew a conclusion, which was an unfounded conjecture, but he couldn't think of any reason to refute it.
In fact, in the past two centuries, the influence of the academy has indeed weakened too much. From being spread all over the wasteland, it has now shrunk to the depths of the wandering swamp. Even hunting down traitors requires issuing rewards to those bounty hunters.
Looking at Tom who was silent, Lucius comforted him.
"Actually, you don't have to feel too frustrated. Whether it's out of mistrust or just not wanting to put all eggs in the same basket, this hologram has finally ended up in our hands. If you are confused by Dr. Principle's decision, isn’t what we should do now to find out what happened two centuries ago?”
Hearing Lucius's last words, a hint of understanding suddenly appeared in Tom's bewildered eyes, as if he had figured out something.
"Thank you... I think I figured it out."
Lucius didn't expect this guy to be so easy to fool, he just casually comforted him with a shocked expression.
However, in the end, it saved myself a lot of things.
"It's good to understand, then you--"
"As you said, the reason why Doctor Principle left the holographic image there and did not allow the academy to take it back, there must be some kind of secret behind it. Maybe that image was left for us," Tom's eyes gradually became firmer, he looked at Lucius and said seriously, "I have decided, I must find out exactly what happened two hundred years ago!"
Lucius froze for a moment, looked at him and nodded.
"It's not a bad idea, but... I'm unlikely to let you go, at least not for a short time."
Tom shook his head and said, "I won't leave. On the contrary, I will stay. This is not an exchange, but a request. I need your help."
Lucius: "...What do you need me to help you with?"
"I want to form a scientific expedition team!"
Tom looked at him firmly, and continued, "When I worked for the college, I have been engaged in the data recovery work on the front line, and I am very familiar with the entire workflow of data recovery. I can do it too! As long as you are willing to lend me some manpower, I can follow the model of the academy and rebuild a research material recovery system in your shelter!"
"I understand what you mean, it's equivalent to an independent branch of the academy, right?"
Getting up from the computer chair with joy on his face, Lucius walked up to Tom, patted him on the shoulder, and gave him an encouraging look.
"I'm glad you have such an ideal, just go ahead and do it! When mistakes happen, someone has to correct them. Shelter 404 will be your strong backing. We have sufficient manpower. We can go where the academy can't go. We can do anything they can’t do.”
"I will give you a sufficient budget. We will start from Spring City and dig out all the treasures here before going to the next city. You will become the fourth founder of the academy!"
Tom was surprised and moved by Lucius's enthusiasm. Although his goal is not to dig any treasure, but to find the truth, but these two things do not seem to conflict.
Glancing at Lucius gratefully, Tom responded to this trust and support with firm eyes.
"Thank you, thank you for supporting me."
"You're welcome!"
Lucius had a bright smile on his face.
Tom got the truth he wanted. Finally, the "scientific research ability" of shelter 404 is no longer 0, and players have unlocked more tasks—or richer gameplay.
This wave. It's a triple win!
Is there anything more pleasing than this?
Probably no more.
...
On the edge of the Fifth Ring Road in Spring City.
Near the Tundra Street subway entrance, two gunshots from the subway entrance broke the tranquility of the street. I saw a nimble player running out of the subway entrance, followed by dozens or even hundreds of nibblers swarming out.
They are not fast and agile, but they are durable enough to catch up for a whole day. Once they formed a large scale, individuals with abnormal speed and physical fitness began to appear in the group, even veterans who walked on the wasteland all year round would find it difficult.
However, this is only in general terms.
At this moment, what they are facing is not the poor group of wastelanders, but a group of well-organized, cooperative, logistical and tireless players.
The players of the agility department began to speed up, rushing past the line drawn on the snow, and the players lying in ambush beside the street lit the fuze.
Almost as soon as the nibblers rushed out of the entrance of the subway station about ten meters away, the powder kegs that were shining brightly on the street exploded instantly.
Boom--!
Thick smoke engulfed half the street in an instant, and the flames of the explosion flew around the street with shrapnel wrapped around it, and the nibblers who rushed in front fell like cutting wheat.
"Damn! You almost killed me too!" Panting heavily, the exhausted Red Face Boxer glared at Mosquito.
In order to attract more monsters, he ran below for a long time, and almost couldn't come back.
"Aren't I afraid that you will be caught up?" Mosquito laughed, then opened his throat and shouted forward, "Brothers, it's time to go up and make up the lose, hurry up!"
"Kill!"
"Aww!"
"F*ck them!"
The players who had been waiting for a long time, after hearing the order, copied the guys one after another.
Some were holding spears, some were holding axes, and some were holding hammers imitating Manager's style, and all kinds of cold weapons greeted them one after another.
The stronger the nibblers tend to run faster, and the ones running in the front have been blown up to the sky at this moment, and the rest are just miscellaneous soldiers, there is no need to waste bullets, and they are directly executed in melee.
Walker, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.
"I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money for you to fight."
Mosquito said with a smile.
"Actually, it doesn't cost much. I made the bomb myself, so it costs nothing."
Walker didn't believe his nonsense, rolled his eyes and said, "What about the gunpowder? And hiring extras, these must cost money, right?"
Due to the gradual increase in task income, increasing difficulty, and the particularity of the gameplay, Wasteland OL players have formed a third set of spoils sharing rules in addition to the original rules of equal sharing and G group.
Namely, the employment system.
The median hourly income of a new player is 1 silver coin for 1 contribution. As long as you pay 2 silver coins, you can have a mercenary who is not afraid of death.
They don't need very good equipment, and they can't afford to use them. On the contrary, when dealing with weak individual species such as gnawers or devil moths, guns are not as good as crowbars.
After all, the former is 1 silver coin per bullet, while the latter is everywhere in the wasteland.
Walker estimated that the price they set for these newcomers should be around 3 copper coins or 4 copper coins per nibbler.
After all, if it is too low, it is better to cut down trees.
"You don't need very good gunpowder to deal with these nibblers. Ordinary black gunpowder is enough. As for the extras, uh, this one will take a little bit, but not much..." Mosquito had a subtle expression, and quickly changed the topic, "By the way, don't you want to raid down the dungeon today?"
A smug smile appeared on Walker's face.
"Just passed the B3 floor, we decided to relax and split up for a day."
Bunny and Gale took Quit Smoking to go to Tuna District to practice leveling. Tomorrow didn't know where he was fooling around, and he didn't know what to do alone.
"Rich people," Mosquito smacked his lips and said enviously, "If you hit the last floor, the total income may be tens of thousands."
The Greenhouse Ruins is currently recognized as the most fattening map, especially after the devil silk weaving problem is solved, the income of the first floor can be thousands of silver coins. Tomorrow is too unkind. He stopped disclosing his earnings from the B2 floor, which is his younger brother's behavior.
There is no such thing as a secret about income. Send it out for everyone to see!
If you don't look at it, how do you know if there is a shady scene? If there is any ulterior PY transaction behind it?
"Hey, it's okay, okay," Walker just wanted to pretend, but suddenly remembered that Tomorrow and the others told him to keep his mouth shut in the morning, so he coughed dryly, and changed his words again, "Actually, I It is not so exaggerated. Equipment loss, supply consumption, and miscellaneous things are counted, and you won’t make any money. And this broken map is getting harder and harder to fight, and the profit has to be shared by four people. Hey, so poor.”
This time it was Mosquito's turn to roll his eyes.
"Can you tell the truth, how much did you earn?"
"Not much."
"F*ck you!"
The battle not far away is over.
After the wave of monsters was cleared, the players began to clean the battlefield one after another, counting their own records.
Brother Mole, who previously fought side by side with the newcomers, checks and distributes the rewards they deserve based on the results of their statistics.
The battlefield was full of excitement, everyone was laughing and laughing, it was completely impossible to tell that a brutal battle had just happened.
"This task is too simple. I just chopped off eleven of them by myself."
"I have eight, haha! Those whose heads were split by an axe are all mine!"
"5 silver coins in hand! Woohoo, I can watch Yuki count the money!"
"Brother Mole, remember to call me next time you have such a good job!"
"Definitely! Thank you for your support."
Mole who handed out the money smiled, but his heart was bleeding.
He counted just now, and there were 136 nibblers on the ground, 20 of which were killed on the spot excluding the gunpowder barrel, and 15 of which he killed. The newcomers solved 101 of them. According to the price of 5 copper coins, he had to pay them 50.5 silver coins.
F*ck!
This is almost as fast as an Iron Fist bazooka!
Mole really felt that he and Brother Mosquito were like contractors working for the Manager, and they were also the kind of "0 advance payment" and "doing work with advance money". If he can't finish this task within two days, he is afraid that he will be dragged out of business.
"Father planner, I beg you, please open a new version quickly!"
Looking at the happy newcomers who got paid, Mole looked slightly sad.
If we don’t open a new version, when these little leeks are upgraded, the labor cost will be even more expensive!
At this moment, the little player of the agility department who pulled the monster before finally finished counting the corpses on the ground and ran to the side of Mosquito.
"I just pulled 136 nibblers up, you have to give me 13 silver and 6 copper."
Mosquito had the same sadness on his face as Brother Mole, but he managed to force a kind smile out of his face.
"No problem, can I write an IOU? I just don't have any copper coins here."
"You want to give me 20?"
Walker couldn't hold back his laughter, Mosquito frowned fiercely, took out a few coins from his pocket, and stuffed them into the greedy player's hand.
The little player took the coins and counted them with a look of surprise.
"13 silver and 6 copper are just right...Huh? Don't you have no copper coins?"
Mosquito: "Suddenly there are."
Player: "..."
Walker patted the player's shoulder with a grin, and said with a smile: "Young man, it's not bad, what's your ID name, let's form a team together next time."
Who knows that player didn't appreciate it, he glanced at him and said: "Who are you calling a young man, I'm already thirty, how old are you?"
Walker looked embarrassed and took his hand back.
"Pfft ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing this guy slumped, Mosquito laughed and squeaked, patted Walker's shoulder with a playful smile, and raised his eyebrows at that cute newcomer.
"He, a little brother, I remember he just start going to college."
Walker blushed and argued, "Get out! I'm already a sophomore!"
The player clicked his tongue: "That's not a little brother."
Mosquito smiled and said, "Dude, your words are so interesting, what kind of ID do you have?"
"Martin."
"Uh, no, I asked you the name of the game, what are you doing with your real name?"
"It's called Martin. I don't change my name when I'm in business, or my username when I'm gaming. I play games with this name." Martin said with his eyes wide open.
Walker "What if it's preempted?"
Martin snorted and said, "It's okay, I still have Martin 001, Martin 111, and Martin 000."
Walker: "Pfft."
Mosquito, who had a low laugh, felt his stomach hurt from laughing, coughed, and said, "Brother, your style... why don't you play with a strength or physique system, why choose agility."
Martin danced brightly and said: "You don't understand this. The only thing matters in the world is fast. Fast is strong, and I am fast!"
Mosquito: "Ha ha ha ha noob."
"Wait," Walker suddenly frowned, looking around vigilantly, "I always feel that something is staring at us."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's not shameful," Mosquito smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll call it a day, why don't you go eat something?"
Martin's eyes lit up and he said, "Go eat at my stall, I'll make ramen for you, it's authentic."
"..."
Illusion?
The feeling of being watched gradually faded, and Walker suspiciously looked away from the distant street.
At the same time, on a tall building hundreds of meters away.
A mercenary holding a sniper rifle, with a face of seeing a ghost, pressed his back against the wall.
Just now he just wanted to observe with the scope to see what was going on on that street, but before he could clearly see how many people were on the opposite side, one of them suddenly looked around vigilantly, and then looked in his direction come over.
Is it a coincidence?
But this is too coincidental!
At this time, the voice of the captain came from the communication channel.
"Carl, what did you see?"
"A lot of people."
"How many?"
"I didn't see clearly...give me some more time."
Swallowing, the mercenary named Carl continued with a nervous expression.
"Those people...maybe there are awakened ones."
When Tom said the word apology, the atmosphere in the office was a little delicate.
Lucius thought about it for a while, but he couldn't figure out what this guy could do to apologize to him.
After a moment of silence, Lucius looked at him and asked.
"You forgot your password?"
"That's not true." As if he didn't expect Lucius to ask such a question, Tom, who was choked, coughed dryly and said, "My memory is still good."
"Did you tear Popo apart?"
"...?"
It seems not.
Lucius sighed: "So what is it?"
Tom looked embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "It's about what I said on the road... I want to hand over the relics of Doctor Principle to the academy. I have to apologize to you."
That's it.
While Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help being speechless for a while.
This guy had a serious expression on his face, which made him think that something serious happened, but he didn't expect it to be such a trivial matter.
"Oh, that... don't worry about it, I'll almost forget it if you don't tell me."
Lucius is not such a small-minded man, this trivial matter is not enough for him to hold grudges.
Seeing that Lucius didn't take it seriously, although Tom was also relieved, he continued to speak seriously.
"Anyway, I really didn't think about this matter... I thought about it later, if I handed over the relic to the academy, after they watched the full video, they would definitely come here to track down the whereabouts of that suitcase .”
"Congratulations, thinking of it is something anyone can think of," Lucius looked at him and continued, "Besides, even if you hand over this video tape to the academy, there is no way they let you go. At most, you can add another one reason to kill you."
Tom was stunned.
"Why……"
"You said that this is different from the history of the academy you have learned. As one of the three founders, Doctor Principle has never been to the River Valley Province, let alone Spring City, the southernmost city in the River Valley Province. Have you considered why the academy concealed this clue?"
Tom was lost in thought.
It can be seen that although this child is a little naive, he is not really stupid.
After taking a sip of the warm water in the cup, Lucius paused for a moment, then continued.
"It is reasonable to speculate that there are two situations. In the first situation, Dr. Principle had an accident on his way to the Great Rift Valley or in the Great Rift Valley, but this is not realistic, because you said that Dr. It has made an outstanding contribution to its establishment.”
Tom nodded seriously.
"Yes...the head of the three branches is named after him, including our laser rifle. Without him, the academy would not have been born."
Lucius: "Then there is another possibility left. After your Doctor Principle established the academy, he believed that the worst B could happen, so he concealed the existence of the holographic video tape."
Tom retorted: "It doesn't make sense, since the worst scenario he imagined has already happened, shouldn't he guide his descendants to find hope."
Lucius: "Maybe he thinks he can't count on you."
Tom was stunned.
"……What's the meaning."
Lucius smiled lightly and said.
"It's nothing, you said it yourself, the college has a history of two hundred years, and a lot of things must have happened. Perhaps, it is no longer the college it was then."
When he heard this sentence, Tom almost instinctively drew a conclusion, which was an unfounded conjecture, but he couldn't think of any reason to refute it.
In fact, in the past two centuries, the influence of the academy has indeed weakened too much. From being spread all over the wasteland, it has now shrunk to the depths of the wandering swamp. Even hunting down traitors requires issuing rewards to those bounty hunters.
Looking at Tom who was silent, Lucius comforted him.
"Actually, you don't have to feel too frustrated. Whether it's out of mistrust or just not wanting to put all eggs in the same basket, this hologram has finally ended up in our hands. If you are confused by Dr. Principle's decision, isn’t what we should do now to find out what happened two centuries ago?”
Hearing Lucius's last words, a hint of understanding suddenly appeared in Tom's bewildered eyes, as if he had figured out something.
"Thank you... I think I figured it out."
Lucius didn't expect this guy to be so easy to fool, he just casually comforted him with a shocked expression.
However, in the end, it saved myself a lot of things.
"It's good to understand, then you--"
"As you said, the reason why Doctor Principle left the holographic image there and did not allow the academy to take it back, there must be some kind of secret behind it. Maybe that image was left for us," Tom's eyes gradually became firmer, he looked at Lucius and said seriously, "I have decided, I must find out exactly what happened two hundred years ago!"
Lucius froze for a moment, looked at him and nodded.
"It's not a bad idea, but... I'm unlikely to let you go, at least not for a short time."
Tom shook his head and said, "I won't leave. On the contrary, I will stay. This is not an exchange, but a request. I need your help."
Lucius: "...What do you need me to help you with?"
"I want to form a scientific expedition team!"
Tom looked at him firmly, and continued, "When I worked for the college, I have been engaged in the data recovery work on the front line, and I am very familiar with the entire workflow of data recovery. I can do it too! As long as you are willing to lend me some manpower, I can follow the model of the academy and rebuild a research material recovery system in your shelter!"
"I understand what you mean, it's equivalent to an independent branch of the academy, right?"
Getting up from the computer chair with joy on his face, Lucius walked up to Tom, patted him on the shoulder, and gave him an encouraging look.
"I'm glad you have such an ideal, just go ahead and do it! When mistakes happen, someone has to correct them. Shelter 404 will be your strong backing. We have sufficient manpower. We can go where the academy can't go. We can do anything they can’t do.”
"I will give you a sufficient budget. We will start from Spring City and dig out all the treasures here before going to the next city. You will become the fourth founder of the academy!"
Tom was surprised and moved by Lucius's enthusiasm. Although his goal is not to dig any treasure, but to find the truth, but these two things do not seem to conflict.
Glancing at Lucius gratefully, Tom responded to this trust and support with firm eyes.
"Thank you, thank you for supporting me."
"You're welcome!"
Lucius had a bright smile on his face.
Tom got the truth he wanted. Finally, the "scientific research ability" of shelter 404 is no longer 0, and players have unlocked more tasks—or richer gameplay.
This wave. It's a triple win!
Is there anything more pleasing than this?
Probably no more.
...
On the edge of the Fifth Ring Road in Spring City.
Near the Tundra Street subway entrance, two gunshots from the subway entrance broke the tranquility of the street. I saw a nimble player running out of the subway entrance, followed by dozens or even hundreds of nibblers swarming out.
They are not fast and agile, but they are durable enough to catch up for a whole day. Once they formed a large scale, individuals with abnormal speed and physical fitness began to appear in the group, even veterans who walked on the wasteland all year round would find it difficult.
However, this is only in general terms.
At this moment, what they are facing is not the poor group of wastelanders, but a group of well-organized, cooperative, logistical and tireless players.
The players of the agility department began to speed up, rushing past the line drawn on the snow, and the players lying in ambush beside the street lit the fuze.
Almost as soon as the nibblers rushed out of the entrance of the subway station about ten meters away, the powder kegs that were shining brightly on the street exploded instantly.
Boom--!
Thick smoke engulfed half the street in an instant, and the flames of the explosion flew around the street with shrapnel wrapped around it, and the nibblers who rushed in front fell like cutting wheat.
"Damn! You almost killed me too!" Panting heavily, the exhausted Red Face Boxer glared at Mosquito.
In order to attract more monsters, he ran below for a long time, and almost couldn't come back.
"Aren't I afraid that you will be caught up?" Mosquito laughed, then opened his throat and shouted forward, "Brothers, it's time to go up and make up the lose, hurry up!"
"Kill!"
"Aww!"
"F*ck them!"
The players who had been waiting for a long time, after hearing the order, copied the guys one after another.
Some were holding spears, some were holding axes, and some were holding hammers imitating Manager's style, and all kinds of cold weapons greeted them one after another.
The stronger the nibblers tend to run faster, and the ones running in the front have been blown up to the sky at this moment, and the rest are just miscellaneous soldiers, there is no need to waste bullets, and they are directly executed in melee.
Walker, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle, couldn't help but let out a sigh of emotion.
"I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money for you to fight."
Mosquito said with a smile.
"Actually, it doesn't cost much. I made the bomb myself, so it costs nothing."
Walker didn't believe his nonsense, rolled his eyes and said, "What about the gunpowder? And hiring extras, these must cost money, right?"
Due to the gradual increase in task income, increasing difficulty, and the particularity of the gameplay, Wasteland OL players have formed a third set of spoils sharing rules in addition to the original rules of equal sharing and G group.
Namely, the employment system.
The median hourly income of a new player is 1 silver coin for 1 contribution. As long as you pay 2 silver coins, you can have a mercenary who is not afraid of death.
They don't need very good equipment, and they can't afford to use them. On the contrary, when dealing with weak individual species such as gnawers or devil moths, guns are not as good as crowbars.
After all, the former is 1 silver coin per bullet, while the latter is everywhere in the wasteland.
Walker estimated that the price they set for these newcomers should be around 3 copper coins or 4 copper coins per nibbler.
After all, if it is too low, it is better to cut down trees.
"You don't need very good gunpowder to deal with these nibblers. Ordinary black gunpowder is enough. As for the extras, uh, this one will take a little bit, but not much..." Mosquito had a subtle expression, and quickly changed the topic, "By the way, don't you want to raid down the dungeon today?"
A smug smile appeared on Walker's face.
"Just passed the B3 floor, we decided to relax and split up for a day."
Bunny and Gale took Quit Smoking to go to Tuna District to practice leveling. Tomorrow didn't know where he was fooling around, and he didn't know what to do alone.
"Rich people," Mosquito smacked his lips and said enviously, "If you hit the last floor, the total income may be tens of thousands."
The Greenhouse Ruins is currently recognized as the most fattening map, especially after the devil silk weaving problem is solved, the income of the first floor can be thousands of silver coins. Tomorrow is too unkind. He stopped disclosing his earnings from the B2 floor, which is his younger brother's behavior.
There is no such thing as a secret about income. Send it out for everyone to see!
If you don't look at it, how do you know if there is a shady scene? If there is any ulterior PY transaction behind it?
"Hey, it's okay, okay," Walker just wanted to pretend, but suddenly remembered that Tomorrow and the others told him to keep his mouth shut in the morning, so he coughed dryly, and changed his words again, "Actually, I It is not so exaggerated. Equipment loss, supply consumption, and miscellaneous things are counted, and you won’t make any money. And this broken map is getting harder and harder to fight, and the profit has to be shared by four people. Hey, so poor.”
This time it was Mosquito's turn to roll his eyes.
"Can you tell the truth, how much did you earn?"
"Not much."
"F*ck you!"
The battle not far away is over.
After the wave of monsters was cleared, the players began to clean the battlefield one after another, counting their own records.
Brother Mole, who previously fought side by side with the newcomers, checks and distributes the rewards they deserve based on the results of their statistics.
The battlefield was full of excitement, everyone was laughing and laughing, it was completely impossible to tell that a brutal battle had just happened.
"This task is too simple. I just chopped off eleven of them by myself."
"I have eight, haha! Those whose heads were split by an axe are all mine!"
"5 silver coins in hand! Woohoo, I can watch Yuki count the money!"
"Brother Mole, remember to call me next time you have such a good job!"
"Definitely! Thank you for your support."
Mole who handed out the money smiled, but his heart was bleeding.
He counted just now, and there were 136 nibblers on the ground, 20 of which were killed on the spot excluding the gunpowder barrel, and 15 of which he killed. The newcomers solved 101 of them. According to the price of 5 copper coins, he had to pay them 50.5 silver coins.
F*ck!
This is almost as fast as an Iron Fist bazooka!
Mole really felt that he and Brother Mosquito were like contractors working for the Manager, and they were also the kind of "0 advance payment" and "doing work with advance money". If he can't finish this task within two days, he is afraid that he will be dragged out of business.
"Father planner, I beg you, please open a new version quickly!"
Looking at the happy newcomers who got paid, Mole looked slightly sad.
If we don’t open a new version, when these little leeks are upgraded, the labor cost will be even more expensive!
At this moment, the little player of the agility department who pulled the monster before finally finished counting the corpses on the ground and ran to the side of Mosquito.
"I just pulled 136 nibblers up, you have to give me 13 silver and 6 copper."
Mosquito had the same sadness on his face as Brother Mole, but he managed to force a kind smile out of his face.
"No problem, can I write an IOU? I just don't have any copper coins here."
"You want to give me 20?"
Walker couldn't hold back his laughter, Mosquito frowned fiercely, took out a few coins from his pocket, and stuffed them into the greedy player's hand.
The little player took the coins and counted them with a look of surprise.
"13 silver and 6 copper are just right...Huh? Don't you have no copper coins?"
Mosquito: "Suddenly there are."
Player: "..."
Walker patted the player's shoulder with a grin, and said with a smile: "Young man, it's not bad, what's your ID name, let's form a team together next time."
Who knows that player didn't appreciate it, he glanced at him and said: "Who are you calling a young man, I'm already thirty, how old are you?"
Walker looked embarrassed and took his hand back.
"Pfft ha ha ha ha!"
Seeing this guy slumped, Mosquito laughed and squeaked, patted Walker's shoulder with a playful smile, and raised his eyebrows at that cute newcomer.
"He, a little brother, I remember he just start going to college."
Walker blushed and argued, "Get out! I'm already a sophomore!"
The player clicked his tongue: "That's not a little brother."
Mosquito smiled and said, "Dude, your words are so interesting, what kind of ID do you have?"
"Martin."
"Uh, no, I asked you the name of the game, what are you doing with your real name?"
"It's called Martin. I don't change my name when I'm in business, or my username when I'm gaming. I play games with this name." Martin said with his eyes wide open.
Walker "What if it's preempted?"
Martin snorted and said, "It's okay, I still have Martin 001, Martin 111, and Martin 000."
Walker: "Pfft."
Mosquito, who had a low laugh, felt his stomach hurt from laughing, coughed, and said, "Brother, your style... why don't you play with a strength or physique system, why choose agility."
Martin danced brightly and said: "You don't understand this. The only thing matters in the world is fast. Fast is strong, and I am fast!"
Mosquito: "Ha ha ha ha noob."
"Wait," Walker suddenly frowned, looking around vigilantly, "I always feel that something is staring at us."
"It's okay, it's okay, it's not shameful," Mosquito smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll call it a day, why don't you go eat something?"
Martin's eyes lit up and he said, "Go eat at my stall, I'll make ramen for you, it's authentic."
"..."
Illusion?
The feeling of being watched gradually faded, and Walker suspiciously looked away from the distant street.
At the same time, on a tall building hundreds of meters away.
A mercenary holding a sniper rifle, with a face of seeing a ghost, pressed his back against the wall.
Just now he just wanted to observe with the scope to see what was going on on that street, but before he could clearly see how many people were on the opposite side, one of them suddenly looked around vigilantly, and then looked in his direction come over.
Is it a coincidence?
But this is too coincidental!
At this time, the voice of the captain came from the communication channel.
"Carl, what did you see?"
"A lot of people."
"How many?"
"I didn't see clearly...give me some more time."
Swallowing, the mercenary named Carl continued with a nervous expression.
"Those people...maybe there are awakened ones."
