Chapter 51 Player Storyline: Players capture "human traffickers." ...
Easter slumped over the table, staring at the rain outside, utterly dejected.
According to the normal schedule, they should have been able to set off back to the Royal City of Esther today, but an unexpected event occurred.
The players are currently chasing the "human trafficker" from the day before in the pouring rain. It's already good that he can hide here in peace and quiet.
A little fire-man walked over; it was Cai Cai. He was carrying a tray, which he gently placed on the table. "Actually, you could have slept a little longer before getting up."
East waved his hand weakly, "No, with the contract signed and the port able to resume operations, there's a lot to handle. It just so happens that I'm still here, so I can keep a closer eye on things."
Cai Cai handed over a bowl of vegetable and meat porridge, saying, "Little one, come and have something warm. Don't tire yourself out."
Easter sat up straight, drinking his vegetable and meat porridge. "Have you eaten?"
"Of course I ate," Cai Cai replied. Due to the time difference between the two sides, he always ate before logging on. Eating in the game was just a change of pace.
East nodded, finished breakfast, went upstairs to his study, looked at the city planning maps on his desk, rubbed his temples. He had wanted to go and see them in person the day before yesterday and yesterday, but things always seemed to go wrong. No, he still had to go; he refused to believe in such bad luck.
Ister put the completed construction plans aside and picked up a thick stack of papers that recorded the salable goods that the Kingdom of Felix possessed and the advantages that could promote the country's development.
It looks like a lot, but upon closer inspection, less than one-tenth of it can actually be controlled by Easter.
East leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. The players were his greatest advantage. He smiled as he thought about the new players coming online at noon today. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the royal city, so the only places where they would log in were in that mountain forest.
[Host, are you busy?]
Easter shook his head. "Not too busy, what's wrong?"
Because of the rain, human officials who can actually discuss matters will have to wait until the rain stops before they can arrive. Now is a time when they can finally free up some time.
"Want to see how the players are doing their quests?" the system said. "Relax a bit."
East leaned on the desk. "Okay." He felt a pang of regret and almost ate some sunflower seeds and peanuts.
The system projected two screens: one showing ten players doing the task, and the other showing the player who was tied up.
East recognized the little fireman who had been kidnapped; it was sea-blue, and its ID was "Great Hero," not "Big Shrimp." East racked his brains but couldn't recall when this familiar little fireman had followed him. He was really unlucky.
The other ten little firemen are braving the rain. Because of the rain, there are very few people on the road today, which makes things easier for them.
"Pah, pah, pah! I've been looking for two days and still can't find him. Are you kidding me?" The black and white striped husky, despite maintaining contact with the "Hero is Not a Shrimp" duo, just can't find him.
"If someone hadn't gone to join the fun yesterday, would we have missed them?" the painter said coldly.
The husky was speechless, feeling guilty. It had been incredibly unlucky yesterday; it was just trying to join in the fun, but instead ran into a pervert.
"Alright, alright, we'll be at the place the hero pointed out soon," Panda Cat said, trying to lighten the mood.
"I wonder if we can win?" Mingzhu asked worriedly. She had been too quick yesterday and accepted the quest before she even had a chance to react. She was just a casual player, why was she so fast?
"Don't panic, I brought some good stuff." The husky's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets with a grin. He hadn't just gone there to join the fun yesterday; he'd gotten some good stuff.
The players present all had their own guesses: how did they disappear from the first "mini abyss"? Everyone still remembered it vividly.
The related videos went viral on the platform, attracting countless players. If it weren't for the timely release of 10,000 slots, netizens would still be arguing fiercely over who could log in. Actually, it's not worth comparing now; how many slots are there? How many players actually want to play? There's no comparison.
This incident inspired many players. Despite not having formally learned about weapon crafting, they had already created a number of strange and unusual items, mainly for daily life and combat. However, the most powerful of these was still the bomb made from roasted sweet potatoes.
The rain intensified, with large drops falling onto the road and splashing up a lot of dirty water.
The ten players were nearing the port, where they could see many ships, large and small, moored on the sea, neatly arranged, looking quite spectacular in the heavy rain.
East's attention was more focused on the light screen where "The Hero Is Not a Shrimp" was located. "The Hero Is Not a Shrimp" was locked in a damp and dark little house, where one could hear the sound of wind and waves crashing against the stone walls. This was also why "The Hero Is Not a Shrimp" was better able to point the way, but this was not what East was concerned about.
There was a small fire-breathing figure huddled in a corner, and another person in the room, dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask, who was somewhat similar to the bard, but much taller.
A black-robed figure, whose gender was uncertain, sat on the only chair in the room, holding a diamond-shaped crystal in his black gloved hands.
This style of crystal is familiar to Eastman; it was the one Arriber used to contact Randall. It has a simple and easy-to-remember name: the communication crystal. However, its rarity is far from simple; it's something that's priceless and unavailable for purchase. Its appearance here is quite intriguing.
The timing of their appearance made East suspect that the system had timed it precisely so that he could watch it.
A voice came from the communication crystal, "How is it?" It was hoarse and eerie, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female, or to determine its exact age.
“Catch only one,” the man in black replied in a clear, melodious male voice, which made the hoarse, eerie voice sound even more unpleasant in comparison.
"What's going on?" a hoarse, eerie voice asked.
“They’re too wary,” the man in black replied. “I’ve only caught this one, and they’ve already come after me like madmen. I’ve changed positions three or four times already. When are you going to send someone to pick me up?”
"Wait a little longer," the hoarse, eerie voice finally rang out after a moment, "two more days at most."
"I won't speculate on your identities, nor do I care what you want to do with King Felix's summoned creature. I just hope you don't forget what we agreed on, or don't blame me for fighting to the death."
"Don't worry."
"I'm waiting for you all the longest..."
"Boom!" An explosion rang out.
Before the man in black could finish speaking, the force of the explosion and the tremors of the ground caused him to fall to the ground in a disheveled state. However, he reacted quickly, gripping his magic wand and rapidly chanting a spell. A blue water sphere surrounded and protected him.
The man in black robes looked at the little fire-man in the corner and saw that he was trying his best to curl up in the corner. The man in black robes had a guess in his mind, and his expression under the mask changed several times. He gritted his teeth and, during the interval between explosions, he took a few steps to pick up the little fire-man, hoping to escape under the cover of smoke.
He was a hero, not a nobody, struggling frantically. He finally had a chance, with the right time, place, and people. He didn't want to be taken away to escape again. He was already tired of playing the role of a kidnapper for two days. If he could understand what the "kidnapper" was saying, it would be fine, and he wouldn't be bored. But if he couldn't understand, there was nothing he could do. Every day, they would just stare at each other for a while before he was tied up and thrown aside.
When the "kidnapper" goes out to do his job, he has to time his logoff perfectly, otherwise he'll be found out that he's run away and his mission will be considered a failure. He's just here to play a game; he's excited the first day, but gets annoyed the second.
Perhaps the black-robed man had been lulled into a false sense of security by his previous composure as a chivalrous hero, not a scoundrel. His struggle caught the black-robed man off guard and caused him to be delayed for some time.
When the smoke cleared, the man in black robes was surrounded by ten small fire figures.
"Let him go!" the husky shouted.
"Are you stupid? None of the NPCs except the king can understand us," the painter complained from the side.
"Isn't this supposed to be imposing?" the husky said sullenly.
"Help me! Otherwise he'll run away with me again!" The hero, not a shrimp, couldn't bear to watch their behavior and shouted at the top of his lungs.
The man in black robes pressed down on him, saying, "Behave yourself, or don't blame me for being impolite."
"I'm a hero, not a shrimp," rolled his eyes at the man in black robes. "Idiot, we can't communicate, why are you threatening me?" Judging from the man's tone, he was 80% sure that the man in black robes was threatening him. Since they couldn't understand each other anyway, he might as well curse first.
The man in black gripped his magic staff tightly. "None of you can beat me. If you don't want to be wiped out, let us go." He knew the players wouldn't understand him; he'd known that they were heroes, not nobodies, from the moment he'd captured them. But he still had to give them a heads-up, just in case. He didn't want to offend King Felix too much.
"Big Shrimp Bro, get ready!" the husky shouted.
The expert, who was not a novice, did not respond. When he saw a few stones mixed with a few small black balls rolling over, he immediately chose to teleport away.
The explosion rang out again, and this time, even though the man in black had taken precautions, he was still affected by the shockwave.
Upon seeing this, the ten little firemen rushed over quickly and were the first to snatch the magic wand from the black-robed man's hand. The importance of a magic wand to a magician goes without saying.
Put away the magic wand, take out a few ropes, and tie the person up like a caterpillar.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the smoke and dust dissipated quickly as the rain fell.
A gust of wind blew in my face, bringing with it a gunpowder smell mixed with the stench of the sea.
This is a remote corner by the sea, with many reefs on the seaside and this grove of trees nearby. It is some distance away from the inhabited areas, so although the players made a lot of noise, no one dared to come and check it out in the rain.
The husky curiously removed the mask from the man in the black robe, and the other little firemen also curiously gathered around, then they all froze.
The mud soaked the black-robed man's robe, and the explosion made him look even more disheveled, with blood seeping from the corner of his lips. But after Erha removed his mask, this dishevelment only enhanced his charm. The abuse and brokenness both aroused people's protective instincts and made them want to do even more outrageous things to him.
He's clearly not the type to be slender and frail, yet you can't help but feel sorry for him, regret for hurting him, and feel ashamed for wanting to hurt him even more.
"Let me go." The man in black robes spoke with blood-stained lips, his words gentle and seductive. Even if one could not understand his words, the meaning behind them was clear.
The husky stepped forward blankly, wanting to untie the ropes that the men in black robes had just tied up.
A strong force pulled the husky backward. The husky looked at the black-robed man with its empty, lifeless eyes. The painter glanced at the man with fear. "Come back to your senses. If you can't, I'll tie you up too."
The husky shook its head vigorously, "What's going on?"
The painter said, "Isn't it obvious? He's a mermaid."
The husky was incredulous. "Didn't our king sign a contract with them? Why are they arresting us?"
“Take him back to the king first. This is not a problem we can solve alone,” the painter said. “You’re really useless. We players are resistant to these attacks. Look at everyone here, you’re the only one who moved.”
The husky looked around and realized the painter was right. If it were a human here, it would definitely turn completely red.
"Is something wrong?" The husky was on the verge of tears. Was it because of his weak immune system? Or was there something wrong with him?
“You’ll have to ask yourself that,” the painter said, pulling the black-robed man up with the help of the other fire-breathing figures. “This is just an NPC. I know some players are a bit... well, you know, but I hope you remember that they are just data. This is my advice as a friend and teammate.”
The husky's black and white striped face showed a sudden change in color, "Don't say such scary things, I like girls."
"Who knows?" the painter retorted. "It doesn't matter whether you like men or women; we live in an era of sexual freedom."
The husky wanted to argue, but the painter had already changed the subject, "How are you going to take him back?"
They were almost halfway across Manhattan Port away from where East was. Regardless of the distance, the people they might encounter on the way back, especially the patrolling soldiers, would be troublesome. Fortunately, they were under the identity of the king's summoned creature, so they would generally not encounter any problems.
[Ding! Congratulations to the ten players who have captured the bad guys who kidnapped your companions! From now on, please follow the directions shown on the minimap; it will save you a lot of trouble~]
"This system notification came at a really good time," Erha said.
The painter lowered his eyes. "Let's go. Is it comfortable to get soaked in the rain?"
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