"Twelve years of "Ivey Continent" old fans are uninvited!"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

"Do you have any recommendations for starting weapons?"

"Waltz stick! If you can fly in the sky, and keep going around, I'm Doctor Strange! ”

"The round dance stick in front of you is for you to climb! Isn't it fragrant to charge a sledgehammer? ”

“......”

The comments on the player panel in front of him had gone crazy, but Simon didn't care.

He tugged at the sideburns around his ears, and his eyes were full of surprise.

"I didn't expect it to be an oracle..."

Simon, who had returned to his desk, looked up.

Yes... The moment the Scourge stars fell, an oracle sounded in his head.

It was an oracle of sheer purity—

'Accept the Scourge Red Star, accept the Scourge Red Star. ’

An oracle higher than the level of the Four Pillars God!

And Simon wasn't the only one who heard it, as if all the creatures that existed on the continent had heard it.

"There is such a hand."

As mentioned earlier, there is a conflict between civilizations and civilizations.

Most of this needs blood to drive it together.

But under the implicit command of the 'oracle'—

This contradiction is undoubtedly much smaller.

Syllable!

Simon pulled off several strands of hair and turned to look at the young man standing behind him:

"Paul, report on the state of the territory."

"Yes!"

The young man named Paul fell to his knees.

"Everything is as Master Simon expected."

"According to the information transmitted from various places, it can be known that there are many 'Scourge Red Stars' in various places in the fortress, and they are all carrying various weapons and dressed like us."

"What do you say about the eyeliner I buried under the major lords of the empire?"

Simon pondered for a moment and asked rhetorically.

"The attitudes of the lords are all about the same." Paul looked up: "They decided not to make contact with these calamity stars for the time being, and to keep an observation so as not to offend God's wrath." ”

"A rotten guy with maggots in his head." Simon couldn't help but let out a tasteless laugh.

He was trained as a professional lord, and if he wasn't particularly funny, he basically wouldn't laugh so tastelessly.

Offending the wrath of God?

In fact, they are afraid of coming into contact with these unknown things, and they just want to protect themselves, so they avoid the players.

If you are really afraid, it is not impossible to send some of your men to spy on information.

But these people have taken an attitude of inaction.

But that's fine. This gave Simon a chance.

An opportunity to open up new markets!

From Paul's observations of Scourge and his ongoing interviews on the player forums, it is largely clear that Scourge is a group of humanoid sapients capable of conversation.

"It's all expected so far, and it's not surprising."

Simon muttered to himself.

The next step he has to take is the most important.

That's - make contact with these Scourge Red Stars!

......

The area where the Scourge Red Star descends is mainly the trade circulation area to be built at the eastern gate of the Gray Moon, and it is rarely visited by residents in normal times.

"Are these people the Scourge Red Star?" Simon lifted the lenses and muttered in an old voice.

The area to be built, which was usually empty, is now crowded with people.

"Wow! This touch! This sky! And these buildings! My youth is back! ”

Players with a simple sledgehammer as a weapon can't help but shout.

"I... I... Good... Card... You can hear... Do I speak? ”

The round dancer whose body trembled like an epilepsy stammered.

“？？？ Brother, don't you still use the 6G network? You're too stuck. Are you an elderly person born in '97? Entering the game to experience life? ”

"You... Saying... Word B... I, I'm a post-00 born in 00. ”

"That's an old man, too."

The players laughed.

"......" Simon.

Seeing them like this, Simon couldn't help but touch his chin.

These players are unguarded, sloppy on their feet, with rough leather armor and outdated weapons...

Is it a simple reckless man?

Or are they so strong that they don't need to fear the power of the Knights of the Grey Moon?

Simon felt that with a wave of his hand, his Knights of the Guards would be able to smash the group of players in rough leather armor into a pulp.

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out.

Don't they fear death?

"Only the devil is not afraid of death."

Simon muttered the words in deep thought.

So they're the devil, right?

"Simeon-sama." Paul, who was disguised as a butler next to him, made a nervous voice.

Because he had seen that the 'Scourge Red Star' had spotted Simon standing here, and his eyes were shining brightly and he was running this way.

The gaze of these scourge stars is like maggots seeing dead bodies, and wolves seeing carrion.

Damn the devil! Damn Red Star! Is it trying to disadvantage Lord Simon?!

Cold sweat slid down Paul's face.

He didn't know what the strength of these Cataclysmic Red Stars was, but looking at their appearance just now, he thought that their strength should not be underestimated.

But if you want to hurt Lord Simon, you have to step over my corpse!

Bet on the name of the Grey Moon Legion!

"Lord Simon!"

Paul's fingers were already on the hilt of his sword, ready to strike.

"Don't act rashly, Paul." Simon whispered.

The lord's orders are absolute.

Paul's Adam's apple rolled for a long time before he finally lowered his head:

"Yes, Simeon-sama."

The next moment, Simon and Paul were already surrounded by players.

"Wow! What a realistic modeling! How can you do it so finely? ”

"Can I touch him?"

A female star made such a noise in front of Paul.

Rude! In front of you, the Ruler of the Grey Moon! The Morning Star of the Empire! All-knowing and all-powerful Lord Simon!

Paul almost didn't scream.

But he held back.

Because Simon in front of him didn't speak.

The other side.

These Scourge Red Stars are watching Simon, and Simon is watching them.

Their appearance is not to say that they are comparable to the saints of the Earth Mother Sect... The woman with a brain problem, but she is also much better looking than the average leader.

Merely...

Can this thin arm and leg really fight?

Simon glanced at the player forums around him.

There was a post on it that stayed in front of him -

'Where's the quest NPC?' I've only received one mining and brick moving task so far! My greatsword is hungry and thirsty! Can you come on a monster-fighting mission? ’

Simon was silent for a moment, a smile on his old face.

"I'm here for one thing, I want to trouble your venerable Scourge Red Star."

He coughed twice as he spoke, while quietly observing the group of players.

"Wow! Actually spoke! ”

"Venerable Scourge? That's too handsome, isn't it? But how can there be a taste of the blue star tool man? ”

"Is there anything you need our help with, old man? Respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue handed down from my Great Heavenly Empire! ”

"You know! It's a quest NPC! ”

They were talking about it.

In the face of their discussion, Simon only coughed lightly, and then said:

"Outside the west gate of the Grey Moon Fortress is a twisted and dry forest that is teeming with mudfish on all fours."

"The mudfish eyeball material is a necessity for making low-level recovery potions, and if you are willing to collect fifty mudfish eyeballs for me, I can also give you some necessary rewards."

"But remember, I'll only come at noon and three o'clock in the afternoon to collect the mudfish eyeballs."

He finished his words in one sitting.

The next moment, I saw the players looking at each other, and then—

"Limb mudfish?"

"Rush rush! I've been prompted with a mission! ”

In just a moment, the players who had gathered together had all rushed in the direction of the West City Gate.

"Lord Simon..."

Paul, who was standing behind Simon, was about to speak.

"Paul." Simon lifted the brim of his hat and interrupted him, "Follow up and investigate secretly." Don't expose yourself. ”

Speaking of this, his voice paused:

"Remember to use the photo beads to record their every move."

"Yes!"

Paul saluted Simon with his hands on his chest, and followed the group.

Seeing Paul leave, Simon slapped his cane.

Why aren't these players afraid of death? Is it not scared at all? Or is there some other way to curb death?

If they really have the means to suppress death... Get the things in the witch ruins in those three months...

It doesn't seem like a dream anymore?

Simon's eyebrows are slightly raised.

If that's what he thinks...

"I'm going to have some things here before Paul comes back."

Simon tugged at the hair on his forehead and smiled.

It's like a vegetable farmer... I saw a vigorous growing leek.