"Well, then this aspect is like this first, if it is really not suitable, then replace it later!"

Ning Zheng, who has become confident, plans to start recruiting people officially.

After all, the Sword Forge Villa has been vacant for several days, ready to welcome new friends.

He didn't think of going to live in Sword Forge Villa.

It is also very good that he now lives in the Lingzhuang at the bottom of the mountain, where everyone is full of ghosts, and the lovely father and old folks are a source of income.

Soon, Xiao Ai made a rudimentary official website, and someone left a message.

[Road rage Olnie: 100% virtual simulation? Tease me, and the so-called host of this game, is it recruiting the dog in the game? 】

[Handsome guy second generation: I think it's very interesting, let the players be part of the planner, part of the player, manage themselves, I'm interested. 】

[Fang Qing: It should be a special way to play, I'm here, I'm the best at managing these stinky leeks full of nonsense! 】

There are not many messages of all kinds, and there are only a few hundred throughout the day, and it doesn't seem to be very popular.

"I actually got in touch!"

Ning Zheng looked at his friends in his hometown with a sense of intimacy, and those familiar square words made him suddenly feel like he was going home when he was a slave in another world.

He came to this world to forge with mediocre qualifications, and was targeted by these demons all day long, and even those slaves bullied him.

When he fled to the bottom of the mountain, he was terrified every day, and there was not even a living person.

In the past 20 years, although I have developed a forbearant and stable character, my spirit has reached the verge of collapse, and I am about to go crazy!

Now everything is different.

After linking to his hometown, seeing the once familiar words made him feel like he had tears in his eyes.

"Xiao Ai."

[I'm in]

"Thank you, Destiny Table and Ai, thank you."

He is not a hypocritical person, and he is very grateful for this "fate" over the years, allowing himself to be desperate in this cruel and terrible world and those monsters.

Xiao Ai: [You're welcome, please work hard, life kisses me with pain, but I repay it with a song.] 】

Although Xiao Ai looks dull, she has a lot of vocabulary, and she seems to occasionally suddenly comfort people, which is strange and heartwarming.

Xiao Ai: [According to the comparison of the active data of the game, the probability of the game dying is as high as 99%. 】

According to the analysis of Xiao Ai's assistant, generally this kind of game with almost no big publicity, it is good to have a few thousand people, and it is the same as most games.

After all, the game is very volatile now!

"Ai, it's okay."

"I only need a hundred people now."

Ning Zheng was a little inexplicable, why did he want so many people.

A hundred wastes are waiting to be revived, and now it is just right to get a friend of hundreds of people to come here as a guest.

No matter how many people there are, they can't afford to raise them now, and they can't manage them.

Xiao Ai gave a suggestion: [Master, it is recommended to have 100 places for the first test, and the audience in the form of a spirit can set 900, a total of 1,000 people. 】

Xiao Ai said that the main focus of this niche game is social management.

There is no combat system, but there is a unique "spectator system" that allows you to switch the blacksmith's perspective.

It is mainly a small circle of harmonious people who are like-minded in sword-casting, and everyone watches a blacksmith in a sword-casting together and learns the experience of sword-casting.

Ning Zheng didn't want to be so complicated.

But Xiao Ai said that the tourists belong to [waiting in line for landing], so that 100 people take turns to work 24 hours a day to keep it full, and Ning Zheng also accepted it.

But what he was thinking about was another aspect.

He had been lonely for a long time, and he was very hospitable, and in his understanding it was probably like opening an inn, welcoming sightseeing tours, and people came to the door to make a cameo appearance at the blacksmith and have a chat.

But the Lucky Merchant is the one who makes the deal after all!

Offering the game themselves, they provide luck.

It's normal to be unlucky to play a game, right?

And Xiao Ai's assistant also said that this does not seem to affect their real life, there will be no side effects in reality, and it will not cause harm to them, so he will feel at ease.

However, how much to cut is a problem.

A normal ordinary person is around 10 o'clock in luck every day.

Less than 5 points is bad luck!

You may even be seriously injured, die, fall into a dung pit, be pierced in the eye by a wooden thorn, go crazy and have your strength reduced, and unfavorable things will happen crazy... It can be called possessed by a plague god and tracked by the god of death.

They came in, and it is estimated that they will soon die.

7 to 6 o'clock, which is a little bit unlucky, is usually just bird poop.

Ning Zheng thought that the cute little blacksmiths might not be able to accept it.

Bird poop is the most common unlucky trait and the most harmless and safe.

The reason for the frequent occurrence is also very simple, there are many crows on the head in this mountainous area, and if you are unlucky, it is most normal to drop bird droppings.

This is a regional specialty.

Those who don't live in this area never know how bad that flock of crows is.

It's very smart, and it specifically scares you to aim at the airdrop, and makes a smug shout.

The creatures standing at the top of the food chain here are not the resentful spirits who live in the spirits, but the crows that ride on the heads of the unjust spirits and every day.

Ning Zheng maintained 15 points of luck above ordinary people, not for anything else, mainly not to be hacked by those damn crows!

When I didn't have luck to protect me before, the pain I endured was unbearable.

When you go out, you always bring an umbrella and a sword.

Ning Zheng wanted to get rid of these crows a long time ago, and the mountains were clear and sunny.

All in all, according to his current thinking, each person should smoke 2 points, and the normal will be 8 points, so that there are almost no side effects and they can have a good time.

After all, playing games is all about having fun.

He remembered that he was so happy when he was a child playing arcade with his friends, and naturally hoped that they would be so happy.

He is willing to benefit each other within his ability and bring the joy of enjoying the game to everyone.

It's just that the only regret is that this "tourist inn" is so conscientious that it can only return to its original cost in the Year of the Monkey?

Alas.

Of the three options, this one should be the safest and the least rewarding.

...

...

Early the next morning.

Ning Zheng finished eating early, interacted with his sister, and prepared for today's work with anticipation and curiosity, and went up the mountain to [open the service].

Today is the recruitment of people in the villa, and it is also the first time since he became the master of the house to preside over the sword forging work, and there are some expectations and uneasiness in my heart.

The villagers themselves don't understand it, and they can't recruit it, and they can only study these special blacksmiths slowly.

"Brother, have a good ride to the villa."

Ning Shark handed the package and sword to Ning Zheng as usual, and saw him off gently at the door.

Ning Zheng nodded, "Well, today is special, the villa is recruiting, you may come back later, if it's late, you can eat first." ”

He paused, "Our days will get better and better." ”

Ning Shark's eyes lit up, and his eyes were full of dreaming longing, "Really? Find someone to jump into the well for me to be bait, and I'll fish too! Don't get caught! ”

Ning Zheng was stunned for a moment, she didn't think she was so resentful, and said with a smile: "Then the two of us will be at the mouth of the well together, drinking tea, holding a fishing rod, enjoying the fun of fishing, and we don't have to go hungry anymore." ”

Today's weather is not very good.

The gloomy black clouds squeezed the sky, the cold wind blew the trees under the mountain, and the surrounding environment was gloomy, making people feel a sense of panic.

On the first day of opening, of course, the first thing was to recruit stewards and blacksmiths.

He took a mask and transformed himself into a gray-haired old man, playing the role of the old steward of the previous generation who was preparing to retire.

It is not appropriate for him to appear in person as the owner of the farm.

One is that he looks young and doesn't look credible.

The second is that the cultivation is too low, it is easy to be exposed, and it is good to remain mysterious and powerful without showing up.

The third is the indispensability of guarding against others.

Next, Ning Zheng walked along the mountain road, while thinking about how the old steward had received, placed, and taught the new blacksmith, and optimized it.

Because he really can't make that kind of mean and abusive face, and his gentle style is also excellent.

Although he has endured darkness, restraint, and oppression in this world.

But he still believes in treating people with sincerity, and people treat me with sincerity.

...

...

The game of Sword Forged Lodge is pitch black.

"Please enter a name, three or four words."

"Leek Rong."

After typing three words, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Click!

At eight o'clock in the morning, there was a thunderclap in the sky, and the whole world was lit up again.

"Coming in? It's a small workshop, it's too concise! Pinch your face! What about krypton! What about race! What about gender! ”

Leek Cairong complained, and his face suddenly showed a shocked look.

For he immediately felt the wind rattling and gently striking his face.

He stood in a wood, and could smell the fresh earth in the air.

The moist feeling of the morning mist on the skin, the buzzing of flies flying in your ears, the fragrance of fruit trees, and the eerie gloomy and oppressive horror of the mountains in the distance.

"Oh my God! This view..."

He looked up at the vast sky, his eyes showing a look of incredible shock.

Wind.

Clouds.

It feels like wandering in a beautiful fairy tale world!

Poof.

The lump of bird poop that suddenly fell off his head.

"Hemp stuff?"

He touched his head with his hand, sniffed, and before he seemed to react to what it was, he instinctively licked his fingers.

"How does this smell?" he pursed his lips in thought, frowning, and falling back into thought, his expression finally beginning to twist in pain.

it!

Cow Pen !!

He couldn't help but be moved to tears, bent down and pressed his fingers on his throat, and vomited heavily.

Yah~~Ya~!

The crows roared through the sky, as if mocking.

"Nima, you monster is so bad... There is a smell of monkeys in a certain scenic spot! ”

Leek Rong, who was standing on the lawn, silently remembered this feud and felt everything about this nature.

Feeling the convulsions of his stomach, the intense feeling of vomiting, and the wonderful chemical effects that seemed to bloom in every nerve made him feel more and more that he was really alive in this magical world.

It's so cool!

The wind hitting the body is more refreshing than drinking a cool soda.

How can it be so real!!

"Try again." He suddenly realized that a mouthful of big white teeth gnawed at the bark of the big tree next to him, and he took a bite to feel the bitterness and sweetness on his taste buds.

"Hasty! Can this game really eat? How!? ”