Players who went to the border city of Batasin to do a mission and experienced the "Batasin Massacre" were driven back to the Crimson Keep as fast as they could, and it was already noon the next day.

And by the moment they got off the camp in the camp, the number of young players who had completed the Black Iron Trial had exceeded 7.

Except for Xiao Weiming, they are all the brothers in the Happy Stick team.

Obviously, there is a set of process-based "plays" with a very high success rate, which has been developed by the cunning guy at Happy Stick.

And at this juncture, the only factor that restricts level 10 players from completing the Black Iron Trial is no longer their personal strength and the polishing of their skills, but the inventory of burning oil in Tracey's alchemy hut is already in jeopardy.

After all, Tracy is now the noble Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture Clan, and dealing with the affairs of the clan every day has taken up part of the time, coupled with Tris's stubborn refusal to work overtime, which has caused her alchemy hut to have not prepared new goods for several days.

The strategy of Xiao Wei Ming and Happy Stick has played a rather fantastic role in this regard.

Because whether it's the vampire elegy bullets used by the gunslingers or the fire oil demanded by the melee fighters, the alchemy hut is almost overwhelmed by the players after a clever point out this.

That scene startled the salespeople that Triss hired to specialize.

Hurry up and send a message to the Blood Vulture Corridor, saying that Lord Murphy's warriors have been lining up to purchase alchemy oil, the purchase quantity is very large, the scene is very scary, and no one knows what these warriors are planning to do with so much burning oil that is enough to burn in ruins.

But I always feel a little scared.

After Murphy learned of this "little anecdote", he couldn't help but pay a moment of silence to the ghoul leaders in the sewers of the ruins of Cadman City.

He could already predict that the elite ghouls born out of the catastrophe would be at the top of the "player's favorite monster" list for a long time to come, until the next unlucky man's targeted tactics were developed.

However, Murphy had no intention of getting involved in this gradually heating up.

The reason is also very simple.

Although Happy Stick said on the forum that the style of play he developed was stuck with a bug, in Murphy's opinion, this is not actually a bug.

After all, in the ritual of the Black Iron Trial, which has long been popular in the mainland, there is no explicit refusal that the trialist cannot accept the help of others before starting the battle, in fact, the only focus of the Black Iron Trial is only to experience difficult battles and open up hidden potentials, not victory itself.

From this point of view, there is no problem with the strategy of Happy Bar.

Not to mention anything else, if you are really a rookie player, even if you buy fire oil and successfully seduce the elite into the trap, it is difficult to do it alone in the next flesh knife fight, and no matter how weakened the elite creatures of the Black Iron Rank are, they are still extremely dangerous for professionals.

Therefore, Murphy will only feel that his young players have finally understood the game, and will not "fix" the bug in a targeted manner.

But it's clear that there are others who are very unhappy about this.

For example, this will be the Archduke of the Blood Vulture who is "sprinkling" in Murphy's office.

"You! I command you to take care of your warriors! When my little broken shop opens, what it sells, and how much it sells are all up to me, the owner, to decide! Why do I have to work overtime to prepare burning oil and bullets for them to hunt vampires?

I'm a vampire myself, okay? This is tantamount to making me sell the noose that hanged myself! I don't do it!

If this news spreads, the other patriarchs will laugh at it fiercely!

I can't afford to lose this man!

You immediately drove them away, and the little girl I hired was terrified by them! ”

Tracey slapped the table and yelled at Murphy.

Obviously, it was because the business in the alchemy hut was booming, which directly affected the fishing time of His Excellency the Grand Duke and made her feel depressed.

Murphy listened to Tracey's complaint with the grace of a beautiful man, and then he crossed his fingers to support his chin, and said with a smile:

"But my warriors also buy fire oil to clean up the sewers more quickly, and you know, Your Excellency, without reducing the number of ghouls in the city's sewers to a certain extent, we can't put large-scale construction of the Ruined Strip on the agenda.

I even have to praise them for doing a good job of using fire against evil.

Don't you want to see your people return to productive life sooner, Your Excellency? Don't you feel gratified by the ingenuity and combat wisdom of your reservists? ”

"But I don't have that much time to make them oil! Although the principle of that thing is simple, it is too time-consuming to prepare. ”

Tracey was not at ease to refute Murphy on this "absolutely correct" reason, and she rolled her eyes and decided to use "magic against magic", so she said angrily:

"And I'm still the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture, and I have to deal with the internal affairs of the clan, I am so dedicated, do you want me to put aside my duties to the clan and go to take care of the logistics for your warriors? That's not quite right, right?

You see, a group of Blood Vulture members are about to return to our family.

I still have to reassure them, ask them for more details, and confirm if the 'Lady of Cecilia' really exists and who she is now.

That's right!

That's what the Grand Duke of the Vulture should do!

Instead of hiding in an alchemy hut and preparing some hell of a fire oil like a pathetic crushed apprentice! ”

The more Tracey spoke, the more she felt justified.

Her tone was vain, and she looked up proudly and said to Murphy:

"So, as the patriarch, I order you to get this done as soon as possible!"

"Actually, this matter is easy to solve."

Murphy looked at Tracey with a subtle look, and he coughed and said:

"There are also people among my warriors who are curious about alchemy, such as Pigeon Bao, isn't he already an alchemist apprentice?

As long as our great Blood Vulture Grand Duke is willing to spare ten minutes a day to guide them, I believe that not only will the shortage of fire oil and special ammunition be solved soon, but even the business of your private property, that is, the Alchemy Hut, will get better and better.

That way, you won't have more money to spend on the wine collecting business you love, rather than relying on the poor patriarch's allowance.

As I've said before, we're going to learn to use my warriors in the right way, Tracey, and you don't want to leave such a good workforce behind."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Tracy interrupted Murphy's lecture with a wave of her hand, and she had to admit that Murphy's ghost idea was indeed good.

Alchemy Oil and Vampire's Elegy are not high-end alchemy, and they are even so simple that any alchemist's apprentice can handle them, but it just takes a little more time.

With the enthusiasm and learning ability of the young players, she really only needs to click at hand to help her run her own small store.

It's a win-win situation

No, win-win!

Tris's troubles were solved, the young players got a stable supply of alchemy to pass the Black Iron Trial faster and better, and Murphy got the first batch of player alchemists.

Everyone will be happy, except for the elite ghouls in the sewers.

However, considering that ghouls have no brains, their opinions are never important.

Monsters!

Especially the wild monsters that have lit up the blood bar and have been rewarded by the task, they have always had no human rights!

"Smack"

Tracey, who was about to go to "solve the problem", took out a box from the psionic bag and threw it in front of Murphy's eyes, she waved her hand and said:

"You've got what you want, but I'll help you this time, as a summoner, you'll have to learn to make your own scepter or whip.

And although the summoner profession focuses on summons, it also belongs to the category of psychics, and the spells that psychics can use can basically be learned by summoners, so it's okay to read the codex I gave you.

Don't you like to test your little players?

I'm going to give you an assessment after a while, if you can't pass it, hehe. ”

"Wait!"

Murphy's eyes narrowed suddenly, he stood up and looked at Tracy, and asked:

"Where did you learn the word 'player'? I can be sure that I didn't say this word in front of you, who taught you? I know you've been stealing their language, but do you understand the meaning of the word now? ”

"Shh

Tracey's face changed slightly, but she quickly grasped her mind.

She stretched out her hand to her waist to maintain the movement of leaving, and came back with a strange and amorous difficulty, staring at Murphy with a subtle expression, and replied in Mandarin that was becoming more and more skillful, but still with a little accent:

"You don't really think that the complexity of an otherworldly language would be an insurmountable learning challenge for a psionic master like me? Little Murphy, I don't just know that they call themselves players and call us 'Empishi'.

I also know what the hell our world looks like to them."

"Oh?"

Murphy was immediately interested.

He stepped forward and poked his head out to look left and right, and after making sure that there was no one else around the office, he closed the door, looked back at Trissy, and said:

"Why don't you take this opportunity to tell me about your research on players, Trace."

"Wait a minute, I'll send them a task first."

Tracey pinched her arithmetic orb and skillfully weaved the content she wanted to convey on it, and then used the translation function to complete the translation.

Click Send.

She and Miriam, as well as other NPCs with administrative functions, use orbs that are specifically delegated permissions, and are currently in the middle of the permission tree in the matrix composed of orbs, which can send quests to players but also need to be reviewed by Murphy.

Therefore, it was not correct for Xiao Weiming to say that Murphy did nothing in a day, and Murphy spent a lot of time in a day reviewing the content of these tasks and making minor revisions.

Now, for example, Murphy corrected a few grammatical errors in the task written by Tracey, and then distributed it.

Next to him, Tracey carefully studied the process of compiling the mission mode by playing with the arithmetic orb in her hand, and then took the wine with ice cubes handed by Murphy, which was the local flavor that Murphy specially gave Strip to Ribbon when he returned from his "business trip" in Batasin.

"Hmm, this drink is of good quality, where did you get it?"

Tracey blinked and asked:

"It's the Ice and Fire Wine from the Beiyan, and it's the best, I haven't drunk this kind of good thing for many years."

"The representative of the Thorn Clan has reserved a batch for his master, and I will bring it back easily, and it will be sent to your room in a moment, as well as a few buckets of 'Frozen Moonlight' specially provided by the royal family. Don't drink it all in one sitting, save it for a while. ”

Murphy waved his hands and leaned back in his classical-style desk, looking at Tracey and waiting for her answer.

Tracey organized her language and spoke:

"Your warriors

Those cute, innocent, and open-mouthed little players seem to think that we 'otherworldly' are controlled by a mysterious force called the 'development team'. They stubbornly believe that we and the whole world are illusory, projections built on some strange system.

And all of this is the creation of that special force called the 'Development Team'.

This sounds a lot like the concept of the 'Creation God' in some traditional mythology, but it's different, and at least the young players don't respect the 'development team' as the creation god.

I've heard them scold each other in private for not doing anything about the 'dog planners' in the 'development team', and I guess it's probably one of the gods they know is responsible for bringing down luck and making the rules of the world.

Secondly, the little players are smart.

Their level of thinking is much more active than that of most civilians in this land and even in this world.

They must have undergone a large-scale systematic education of a high standard, and the most terrifying thing is that each of them is like this, which is enough to prove that their civilization has developed to a very high level, and I can't even imagine the posture of that civilization.

But although they are smart, they have a rather peculiar 'misconception'.

They seem to feel that all their strange behavior will be ignored by the otherworldly, so they will never hide their true thoughts in front of us, so they are very honest.

Even to the point of being too honest."

At this, Tracey smiled eeriely, and she said to Murphy:

"Your warriors will even judge her figure in front of Adele, and it's a good thing that Adele doesn't understand, otherwise she would have been very upset about it. Of course, they will do the same to me.

But I'm not used to them.

If you dare to open the yellow cavity, you will go directly to the silence technique, and they will also learn to be obedient after this time and again. ”

"They always do."

Murphy was noncommittal, shrugging his shoulders and saying:

"Every time they compliment me on my handsomeness, I'm embarrassed, but I know it's from their hearts, so I'm happy to accept it. Anything else? About your 'Otherworldly Observation Log'. ”

"Yes!"

Tracey played with her glass and said:

"As I said earlier, they must be from a very ancient civilization!

As I studied their language, I felt more and more that some of the everyday words they used contained simple but practical wisdom, and I had a feeling that the current stage of civilization in our world could be found in the history of their world!

They call it 'the Middle Ages'.

It is true that although there is no such thing as psionic power in their world, the progress of civilization as a whole is much higher than ours.

It made me more and more curious about their world

Murphy, you're the first 'local' to come into contact with them, aren't you curious about all this? ”

"Of course I'm looking into it."

Murphy lowered his head and picked up his cup to hide the change in his expression at this time, he took a sip of his drink, raised his head again, and said to Tracey:

"But I don't want to disrupt their current perception of our world, Trace, so I ask you to maintain this kind of private observation at this stage and not actively engage in cross-world civilization conversations with them."

"Why?"

Tris raised her eyebrows and said:

"If they knew it was true, I believe that the truly adventurous warriors in their huge collective would be even more enthusiastic."

"As you say, their civilization is thousands of years ahead of our world, which means that my warriors have more control over their world than we can imagine! Tracey. A spiritual game of travel and a real 'otherworldly contact' are two different concepts in the eyes of the superiors.

This is the same in any world.

And I don't want to cause my cute little players to encounter unnecessary danger in their world.

That's my bottom line! ”

Murphy interrupted Tracey's question, and he persuaded:

"And, I think you're underestimating the meaning behind this, I mean, we're facing an atheistic world that's as powerful as gods compared to us! I think we, the 'Otherworldly Pioneers', should be a little more cautious about any contact we have with there, you say?

I've heard young players joke about one of their weapons before.

It is said that it only takes one weapon to wipe out an entire country the size of Translasia in an instant, easily killing millions of people while making the land incapable of giving birth to any life for hundreds of years.

Isn't this more threatening than the so-called divine arts? ”

Murphy made a serious gesture and frightened Triss by saying:

"According to the little players, the number of weapons like that on their side is measured in units of '10,000,' and their state apparatus can make more exterminating weapons at breakneck speed if needed.

Just the conventional power in their hands is something we can't fight!

Can you imagine letting tens of thousands of tons of steel soar through the sky without relying on psionic energy? Can you make man-made objects fly out of the world into the sea of stars, and get a closer look at those stars?

They can create tens of thousands of degrees of heat, or they can simulate absolute zero in the true sense!

And I've heard that their cutting-edge technology has been able to grasp the mystery of shaping the sun from nothing, even if it's only a dozen seconds

The most terrifying thing is that there are nearly 10 billion people in their world, and they can feed this vast number of people like the sand and gravel of the sea of stars! And our world, even counting the New World and the inhabitants of the sea, is less than a tenth of that number.

Tracey!

You think you know, but you don't really understand what kind of power you're dealing with!

The forces behind my little players clearly wield the power to rival the gods and change the world, and I don't doubt that my warriors would joke around with such things.

Even if only a third of what they say is true, it means that we are defenseless in front of them.

So, Trace, we have to be a little cautious. ”

He stepped forward, put his hand on Trace's shoulder, stared into her seductive eyes, and said:

"We've got enough trouble at hand, please don't make it more difficult for the two of us, okay? I'm begging you. ”

(End of chapter)