So, two days later.

Rumours of the ghetto gradually spread.

The rumor of the curse of the abandoned empty house took a turn in the mouths of the do-gooders, and in the space of two days, it soon became apparent that there seemed to be an occupant near the house they had been afraid of, and some of the city's bards began to invent a new story about the tavern listeners about the fascinating battle of a few mysterious adventurers to expel the ghosts of the hut.

Ordinary people who have no quarrel with the world like to take advantage of the busy day to find a comfortable place in a tavern at sunset with a wine glass in hand, and listen to the poets use pompous rhetoric and ventriloquism to show them wonderful anecdotes that ordinary people can't imagine.

But of course, the only thing ordinary civilians really care about is their own livelihood and that of their families, and the other group of ambitious people in Twilight have a vague sense that this event may be something they can take advantage of, or a springboard that can help them climb to higher platforms.

This group of people is nothing more than third-rate adventurers who are ambitious, and a small number of mercenaries who have lost their jobs.

In fact, on the evening of the eighteenth day of the snowmelt moon, Urs, who was sitting alone in the study of the hut at this time, did indeed experience the bad feeling of the tree, because since he and Thea cleared the oil painting maze copy two days ago, although the control of the abandoned empty house has been awarded to him by the game system, the most annoying trivial task he has spent the most time in the past two days is not the renovation project of the small dilapidated house stronghold under his feet, but the persuasion of retirement.

That's right, dissuade from work.

persuaded him to retire all day long, as if endlessly, some social idlers who wanted to take the initiative to follow him.

Perhaps due to the travel of the player's memories and thinking patterns, before he came to the slums of Twilight City to take down the abandoned empty house, he could be said to have completely neglected the desire and impulse of the aboriginal NPCs to chase the strong.

He should have thought that in a fantastical age when the level of material productivity was close to that of the European Middle Ages, the people of the lower classes of society were all eager for change, and the restless adventurers and mercenaries in particular were typical, most of whom came from poor backgrounds, and thirsted for superior power and power, so they hoped to improve their class status and economic conditions through adventure and fighting.

This type of people not only represents the vitality of certain cities, but they are also often susceptible to the temptation of evil ideas and the purchase and exploitation of those with malicious intentions, and inadvertently cause unpredictable damage and destruction of good things.

Some of the idlers in Twilight City had apparently heard the latest rumors of the abandoned empty house, and had mistaken him for an opportunity to change their fate, and the level of strength of those people was so bad that it could only be described as spicy eyes.

For example, yesterday, a young swordsman who had registered with the Adventurers' Guild but had not joined any of the adventurers' group volunteered to come to the door of the hut and shout that he wanted to show Urs and Thea what he called excellent swordsmanship, but as soon as the sword came out of its sheath, it cut his own wrist in a strange way, so frightened that the wolf-eared priest girl who was also present at the time hurriedly performed a small healing technique to treat his wounds.

Urs has never been reluctant to include powerful NPC teammates when it comes to forming an adventurous team, but he never thought of turning his planned team into a scrap containment center.

It's enough to experience such a with a trumpet in the game.

If you think about it, the cruel but reasonable fact that those crappy adventurers and laid-off mercenaries who have no place to return also proves their weakness and incompetence from a side perspective. They may be qualified farmers or handymen, who can do the simple work of producing food and running errands for people, but they are not suitable for picking up weapons and running out into the field to fight monsters.

Fortunately, young people now have a rare moment of leisure. At this time, he sat in an old study room that came with an abandoned empty house, flipped through a moldy wooden desk, took the time to go to a small shop on the street in the afternoon, bought a blank diary, picked up an ink-stained quill in his right hand, and sorted out his adventure diary on the page.

Keeping a journal of his adventures is a personal habit he has developed for a long time.

Starting from the battlefield of the Great Snow Plains in the Northland, he quickly wrote to the present, and for a moment he couldn't help but think about the maze of oil paintings and the stronghold system.

Although the copy of the oil painting maze has been cleared by him and Xia together, several doubts about the world in the painting echo in his mind from time to time, making him puzzled, for example, there is no mage level in the career structure of Orokanshut, so who made the secondary flesh body golem in the labyrinth?

Who was the transcendent spellcaster that Merella Morningdew met fifteen years ago?

If the Painting Labyrinth is just a simple level 15 squad dungeon, why did the dragon mage Victor tell the inhabitants of the city not to approach the abandoned empty houses after establishing Twilight City?

Besides, wouldn't it be too coincidental that Victor arrived in Okazek to establish Twilight City, only half a year between the curse of Merella's Ranger Hut?

These vague doubts belong to the fog that he was not able to fully grasp when he was a player in his previous life, and the storytelling party players on the game forums later regarded them as personal omissions of the official script writer.

He pinched his fingers and decided to write them down and put them away.

Next, about the stronghold system-

The role and significance of the stronghold system in the game is equivalent to the player's guild base, and the rating mechanism also adopts star ratings, where a one-star stronghold is almost an unknown humble mansion, and a two-star stronghold is roughly the size of a block, and the quality of three-star strongholds has begun to make a significant leap, and players in the past rumored and firmly believed that Twilight City is actually a three-star stronghold ruled by the dragon mage Victedor.

Beyond the three-star level, a four-star stronghold will reach the realm of a noble feud, and a five-star stronghold will be almost equal to the territory of the same kingdom.

The abandoned empty house in Urs's hands now is a small one-star stronghold, the house is dusty and dilapidated, but the accommodation environment can still be improved to the level of an ordinary hotel when he has time to hire a cheap engineering team from the city to renovate the house.

The only pity is that the base system, which is a branch of the game system, can only help him keep an eye on the situation of the stronghold, and it can't be like some kimchi online games he has been exposed to in his previous life, and the mouse is pointed at the button that displays the consumables and gold coins, and the entire guild building will be completely refreshed against common sense.

Castaño's pursuit of realism has prevented this from happening since the open beta was launched.

Knock, knock, knock –

Suddenly, there was a tap of fingers at the door of the study.

"Thea?" The young man stopped writing and looked up to find a silver-haired and white-robed wolf-eared girl standing in the doorway looking at him.

"Urs, are you free?"

"How?"

"I'm ......," the girl pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, then her eyes widened firmly, as if she had made up her mind hard, "I have a question I want to talk to you about...... A very serious question, please be sure to answer me seriously. ”