About 800 paces northwest of Port East Held, outside the city, is a forest. Walking into the woods from a hidden junction, it takes less than thirty steps to find a fork in the road that leads to two different pirate camps. Every three minutes, a thirty-two "Ghost Reef Pirate" would run from the left junction to the right, and I would kill him with three "Thrusts", one "Block", and two "Slashes" in a row, and then find forty-five silver coins, a small roll of silk, and a vial of pirate rye from his corpse, and every time you pass four couriers - whether you kill them or not - you will find a "Pirate's Contact Letter" when you kill the fifth.

In less than two minutes and thirty seconds, there will be a Thirty-level "Ghost Reef Pirate" running from the right intersection to the left junction, and I will need a "stab", a "combo slash", a "back slash", and three normal attacks to take him out with maximum efficiency. In his corpse, I would find silver coins ranging from sixty-seven to ninety-two, two small rolls of white gauze, a roasted chicken thigh, and sometimes a pirate headscarf or pirate eye patch. For every five pirate mates I passed, I found one more thing in the corpse of the sixth one - a pair of boxing gloves.

I know that just reading a few lines of dry text above is already boring for you. But I want to tell you that this is all the experience that I have summed up from the hard work of six whole days and nights, and it can really be called a great crystallization of wisdom produced by the glorious working people in the process of labor and production.

Ever since our guild leader, Miss Fei Yin, learned that boxing gloves can increase additional attributes, she has gathered all the guild members as quickly as possible. led a large number of men and horses to the port of East Held. She has only one goal: to collect as many "boxing gloves" as possible, as fast as possible.

In this way, the pirates outside the port of East Weld were a bad luck: they were often unconscious, and they would sneak out of some unknown horn with two dozen adventurers far superior to them, knock them to the ground with their heads over their faces, and then pounce on their corpses like hungry ghouls, plucking out the meager inheritance of the deceased.

This group of rampaging madmen had no consciousness of being a master above level forty at all, and even when facing pirates in their early thirties, they rarely fought alone, like a large group of dangerous locusts. They swarmed and swept away, leaving nothing but the remains of the dead. To say that they are a bunch of "risk-takers" is an over-glorification. This group of people is simply a group of black robbers. The good professional qualities they displayed in beating black bricks, picking up money bags, and digging up graves made even their fellow pirate opponents feel ashamed and ashamed.

The scourge soon spread to all the pirate camps near East Church Harbor, and the wreckage of every pirate camp that had been attacked was as clean as if it had been raked three times by a rake, and everything that could be taken was removed. The rest of the land doesn't add up to the price of a copper coin - you know whose style of doing things it is.

For the pirates, this unwarranted disaster was a terrible disaster that they had never encountered before. And for the planners and implementers of this catastrophe, this is just a round of "probing" into the possibility of boxing gloves falling in the nearby area.

After a round of in-depth and detailed "investigation", Fei Yin had a general understanding of the places near where boxing gloves might have fallen. We were immediately dispatched to various locations. Started our "keep the spot" career.

Find a non-threatening opponent. Knock him out calmly. Then take his belongings, and then look for the next one—that's all I've had for a few days. It sounds enviable. Isn't it? Simple, safe, and unburdened, it's simply a perfect job.

But I'll tell you, if anyone were to give you a choice between slaying a dragon with a rusty kitchen knife and staying up for a week at this low level, I highly recommend sharpening the kitchen knife - keeping a spot is not a job that the human spirit alone can do.

At first, I did have a good time at ease, and I really experienced the feeling of being an invincible powerhouse in those weak pirates who were only in their early thirties, which greatly satisfied my vanity. But gradually, as this high, full, exhilarating sense of self-aggrandizement began to subside, a negative mood began to grow in my heart—boredom.

Yes, boring. There will always be times when you suddenly find that there seems to be nothing around you that deserves your special attention, that you don't have to care about anything, that you don't have to worry about anything, that everything is in order, moving in a fixed direction, and that your existence becomes dispensable. At this point, you start to get discouraged and bored -- yes, you're bored.

In addition to killing pirates and snatching boxing gloves, I began to focus on some meaningless things to fill my dry mind. I began to calculate the precise frequency at which boxing gloves fell, paying particular attention to the fact that the pirate in that position was hiding a special piece of equipment. I could even tell what route each of the pirates was following and where they were going in a moment's time.

A terrible loneliness oppressed me, making me distraught, rough and irritable. Whenever I waited alone for a pirate to pass by, my heart felt like it was being eaten by a moth, and I was mad to see a pirate, like I was looking forward to his appearance as if I were looking forward to a faithful companion. But when they finally show up, I can't wait to kill him, as if looking at him again makes me sick.

I looked around me closely, expecting to see a change—if it was just a pirate taking the wrong step, a leaf drifting a little wrong, or a gust of the sea breeze slowing or settling or spurring by chance...... But no, nothing. Everything is still the same, like the giant hand of the gods behind its back.

In a trance, I felt as if I had returned to the time when I stood guard at the gate of Campunavia. Nothing changes but me, and my changes don't affect anything at all.

But now that I'm no longer the gate guard, this never-ending boring repetition almost breaks me.

difficult

Airwaders say that only pro gamers and lunatics can get bored at a moment's notice. Whatever they call a "pro gamer" and I obviously have nothing to do with it, then it's all pushing me in the direction of a madman.

In order not to become crazy, I quickly found some good ways to pass the time:

I tried different ways to kill pirates of the same level and chose the most efficient skill set. It's a complex mathematical project. Using some of the systematic alchemy theories I had studied, I found that it would take about sixty-four years and thirty-nine and a half days just to rehearse all the possible skill combinations. And if you take into account a series of possible unknowns such as critical hits, resistance, no hits, etc., you may need to rely on relevant knowledge such as "the generalization of the generalization of the two permutation matrices, the iterative convergence of the relative gain arrays", etc. So. I gave up.

For the remaining three and a half days, I lay down in front of the pirates' corpses, counted the number of their leg hairs, measured the length of the ground in ninety-nine steps, and considered using the principle of alchemical earth to prove that when a piece of Storm Horn cake landed from a height of more than two meters, the chance of the cream side landing on the ground was 5.44 per 1,000 higher than the chance of landing on the non-cream side......

Just when I finally succeeded in proving that "all the closed curves in an enclosed space could shrink to a point." Then this space must be a three-dimensional sphere (Poincaré's conjecture)", and when I made a breakthrough in arguing that any odd number greater than or equal to seven is the sum of three prime numbers, and any even number greater than or equal to four is the sum of two prime numbers (Goldbach's conjecture), I finally received a magical message from President Fein:

"Bring all the boxing gloves you get along. Meet at the gates of Port East Held. ”

I immediately threw out all the math games I had spent the past few days and couldn't help but cry tears of happiness. It's no exaggeration to say that I'm like a wild dog on the loose. Deserted and left the place. I swear. It doesn't matter who it is. Don't even think of giving me another look at a palm tree in my life.

After six days of hard work by the guild members, we finally collected 6,467 pairs of boxing gloves. Fei Yin nodded slightly. It seems that I am quite satisfied with this result. I don't know what the point of her hoarding of boxing gloves is - once its special effects are revealed, it only takes a little time for anyone to get a pair on this group of pirates. At that point, even fools will know that the inventory we have hoarded will become worthless.

"President, what are you letting us do with so much garbage?" Nocturne in B flat minor sat on the ground and couldn't help but complain loudly. His inquiry immediately drew echoes.

Fei Yin glanced at her angrily, then picked up a pair of gloves and demonstrated its effect on the spot.

I don't know what kind of consideration Fei Yin had, she didn't tell the other guild members about the special use of boxing gloves at first. Except for her, me, Buddha Xiao, and the nurse in the candlelight, the other guild members discovered the magic of this equipment for the first time. Everyone suddenly became excited, and the boredom and fatigue of the past few days were immediately swept away, and the whining and complaining in the stomach also flew out of the clouds. Everyone eagerly chose a pair of boxing gloves to put on, and then let out a happy exclamation, feeling that the hard work of the past few days had paid off satisfactorily.

"That's how it is......" Fei Yin looked at her men, "...... This bug is a big...: Small guild, this is a bad thing, but also a good thing. The bad thing is that we don't have the ability to monopolize the resources of this BUG, but the good thing is that we don't have many people, and the news won't leak so quickly. ”

Speaking of this, she suddenly chuckled: "...... So, for the rest of the day, everyone will have to listen to me. This is the first collective action of our guild, and if it succeeds, we won't have to live a poor life anymore. ”

"Obviously, we are the only ones living a poor life......" Niu Million snorted, squinted his eyes dissatisfiedly, and secretly glanced at Fei Yin, who was full of jewels.

"What did you say?" There was an immediate chill in the air, and the magic element became restless, "I remember the last time someone bought a bracelet, he still owed the guild more than 700 gold coins, a million cows, today is a Chinese New Year's Eve, our debt can not be delayed any longer, if you really can't afford to pay it back......"

"Lord, I promise you'll listen to everything!" Niu Wanwan's face suddenly turned like loess, and he patted his chest vigorously to show that he was firm. After saying this, he turned around and muttered in a low voice:

"If only I had a happy child to pay off my debts......"

"There is no Xi'er, and it ......is okay to let the fairy go down to pay off your debts for you," said Nocturne in B minor, which caused everyone to laugh. In the midst of laughter, the elven druid girl fairy descended to the earth, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but hide behind Niu Million.

"Ahem......" Fei Yin coughed lightly, temporarily stopping the commotion, and continued:

“…… If this business is completed, the guild's finances will be much more relaxed, and some of the debts can be erased......" she said, glancing around with squinted eyes for ulterior motives.

"Don't worry, President, my mouth is tight!"

"I won't say anything if I am killed!"

"Whoever dares to leak the news, we will spit on him to death!"

"President, in order to prevent myself from leaking my mouth, I will uninstall the sound card driver."

"I've been online for half a day!"

"Hey, did you say anything just now, President? I didn't hear anything......"

I glanced sideways and found a universal pattern:

The more people who owe money, the louder they shout.

For everyone's unanimous agreement, Fei Yin nodded with satisfaction. She coughed lightly, and then said, "Next, let's assign the work task......