First contact with the player, then get acquainted with the player, and the task of the limb mud fish is a means for Simon to get acquainted with the player.

The eyes of a mudfish with limbs.

This is required to craft a low-level recovery potion.

However, due to the ferocious nature of adult mudfish and the size of adults, there are few hunters in the gray moon who are willing to provoke them.

So use the limb mud fish to test the level of this group of scourge red stars... And that's the best way to go.

It would be best if the Scourge Red Stars could defeat twenty-five mudfish, after all, Simon was not short of that monetary reward, and he could judge their strength by their hunting level.

If these natural disasters Red Star unfortunately loses its life... That wasn't a loss for Simon, and it was just a good time to figure out why they were so fearful of death.

Although the Earth Mother Church has the magic of resurrection, this magic is expensive, and there is a chance of failure.

Therefore, Simon did not think that anyone would perform such a magic spell for the sake of this group of Scourge Stars.

Marvel... Magic...

At the thought of this, Simon couldn't help but laugh twice, as if he had thought of something funny.

"Master Simon, the mansion you need is ready."

Lorina stood next to her and bowed.

"Thank you, Lorena." Simon waved his hand.

Taking advantage of the player's return, Simonte asked Lorena to take over the largest mansion in the vicinity of the trade circulation area waiting to be built.

The goal is to get a closer look at these players.

Besides—

Simon tugged at his sideburns.

"Quest NPCs... That's really a new word learned. Simon held out his other hand and slid through the comments in the player's forum.

Now that the decision has been made to let the players out of the approaching three-month crisis, it is only natural that knowing their daily status has become the norm.

One of the posts was pinned up by the players.

The content of the post is very simple -

'Finally got the monster killing mission! It's a mission to kill mudfish! Come to Grey Moon! Kill mud fish with me and peel the ingredients! ’

Below this post, are the comments from various players:

'What? The landlord has received the task of killing monsters? I'm still catching mountain rabbits all over the mountains, and the materials stripped from the mountain rabbits are all mountain rabbit meat, and I feel that my round dance stick is going to become a barbecue 1 stick, and the macho man whose stamina value has dropped to the lowest can come to me to eat barbecue, and you are cheaper. It's cheaper than what you can find in a store or cafeteria, and it's delicious. ’

‘？？？ Can you still catch a mountain hare? My side is all iron ore caves, and the only task I can take is the task of moving bricks and mining, and I have to eat once to replenish my stamina when I move bricks ten times, which makes me poor. ’

'Jealousy makes me mitosy. I haven't received the task yet, I hate it! ’

'This wave, this wave, I ask you, where did he pick up the mudfish mission?' If you can't answer that, then your mudfish mission is meaningless. ’

The player forums are as noisy as ever, but most of them are talking about quest-based NPCs.

After a while, there was suddenly a post in the comment section that the poster made by himself.

'Damn?! I was killed! This mud fish is so fierce! I was killed by it for more than 20 years of RPG coquettish moves! I slashed at it with a sword without breaking the defense and returning the sword to put myself into a state of stiffness, wdnmd. The ashes were all lifted by mud fish. Now it will take ten minutes to be resurrected at the altar of the Temple of Mother Earth. ’

Forgive me for laughing out loud. ’

'Haha! Comes with a bullet knife stiff and violent, do you like such a mud fish? ’

"......" Simon didn't look any further.

Because he captured something very important.

"Wait ten minutes to be resurrected in the Temple of Mother Earth?"

And look at that... It seems that you only need to wait ten minutes and pay no other price?

This...

The conclusion made Simon's face slip into a cold sweat.

His face was distorted, he couldn't help but bend over to cover his mouth, and his cane was subconsciously clenched.

At the same time, the voice that was completely suppressed with joy also leaked from his lips:

"They are not afraid of death..."

Leeks who are not afraid of death ... No, it's a scourge red star that is not afraid of death... If they're willing to do things for themselves...

"Death crisis in three months...?"

Simon looked up with a sneer.

In the endless sky, ominous evil stars are twinkling.

But he had never felt so relaxed.

It even felt like the hair was stopping to fall out.

......

No Scourge Red Star came over today to hand over the fifty mudfish eyeballs to Simon.

It seems that they still need to deal with the mud fish with limbs for a long time.

And—

Simon pushed the window open and looked out at the trade circulation area that was still waiting to be built.

The streets are empty, with only one or two players passing by occasionally.

They were in a hurry, apparently having just been resurrected from the temple and planning to hunt mudfish in the twisted jungle to the west of the Grey Moon.

"It's past three o'clock in the morning."

Simon glanced at the grandfather clock next to him.

The hour hand of the pale gold points squarely to three o'clock.

These people are really tireless.

Death and resurrection... After that, he continued to die... Is that interesting?

Simon didn't understand it at all.

Shouldn't three o'clock in the morning be the time to rest and nourish your liver? Why are these Scourge Red Stars so fond of twisting the jungle and fighting stinky mudfish?

"Could it be that they like mud fish?"

The player's perseverance made Simon can't help but break a few of his hairs, and then took a sip of chicken soup that nourishes his liver.

In addition to this, Simon also learned one thing from the eyeliner buried in various places.

It is that these 'Scourge Red Stars' do not seem to need a place to live.

Their so-called 'upline' is to suddenly appear in the trade zone, and 'downline' is to suddenly disappear into the fortress.

During this period, many of the eyeliners in charge of surveillance were taken aback, and when they reported to Simon, they exclaimed, 'That's the devil's spell!' Humans simply can't do that. ’

"The devil's spell?" Simon stretched.

This was something familiar to him.

But judging by his observations today day... This group of players does have a lot of peculiarities, but they are far from the level of 'devils'. Compared to the devil... Simon prefers to call them humans who behave strangely.

Since it is human, there must be something that is needed.

"And living space is what human beings need."

Simon's hair was straightened and tightened by his tugging.

Yes, most people need their own space. Private space is not only a place for human beings to regulate their emotions, but also a place for most people's souls to comfort.

These players don't seem to need a 'home' right now, but if there is a place in front of them... Will they not want it? Will anyone not want a 'home'?

To know the minds of this group of people...

"Then we need to test it."

Simon placed his palm on the paper and gently stroked the fine handwriting that remained on it.

Under the brilliance of the crystallized lamp, the contents above are also revealed.

'Player Hut Experimental Program...?' ’

"Make the Grey Moon your hometown."

Simon muttered to himself.

Only the community of interests will not be betrayed.

Make the Grey Moon the home of these Scourge Red Stars, and tie their interests to Simon's own.

That's the next goal