Chapter 961: Chapter 905: Are Da Fei and Big Brother the Sa Person?
Midnight, a new day begins.
In the ga, the ti of night is almost over. Da Fei’s Divine Artifact, the Nightmare Crystal, has absorbed 130 energy points in the Nightmare Space. Finally, it can cover a round-trip cost while earning 30 energy points. The construction of the Nightmare Space is indeed on a fast track.
No need to say more, the main account has completed its mission and can return to Fatalon to continue studying.
Then junxiang’s alt, under the guild’s instructions, traveled leisurely, continuously eting with various resource convoys organized by the guild’s subordinate studios, and eventually arrived at Ouling Farm on the outskirts of Eastern Wilderness Town. It must be said that the large guild’s organizational skills are truly impressive. And although Ouling received a reward mission with this desolate farm, the land is indeed vast, offering significant potential for horse breeding and sheep herding, depending on whether the players can defend this territory.
Bloodrose did not disappoint Da Fei either. After several days apart, there were already hundreds of hired farrs tilling the soil on the farm. A large circle of simple fences had been erected around its periter, with stone arrow towers providing mutual watch. The blueprint for arrow towers is quite expensive on the player market, showing that Bloodrose is indeed committed to investing. As for the convoy of players that arrived with them this ti, it’s clear they’re serious about achieving sothing big, and their investnt is no small deal.
Bloodrose’s investnt ca without any conditions or ntion of how profits would be shared after the investnts were made. It was simply because the three of them were in her guild, and not as signed, indentured mbers who don’t even own their ga accounts. This can only be described as magnanimous, right? There’s a reason why a beauty like her can thrive.
While contemplating this, a ssage popped up indicating a friend was online; it was Blood Arrow Linglong.
Da Fei was taken aback. Of course, Da Fei didn’t know that in the past hour or two since he returned, Little Fang and Little Li had already gone to the Fleeting Blossom for their routine canal managent. So, he sent a ssage over: "Little Li? Not sleeping and still online this late?"
Blood Arrow Linglong replied, "Yeah, can’t sleep. If I don’t take the chance while I’m young to learn so skills to make money, I’ll have to end up in organizational marketing or venture capital like a certain big brother in the future."
Da Fei chuckled with surprise. What are won afraid of? It’s better to marry well than to study well! Da Fei recalled sothing and asked troubledly, "Little Li, what do you think of Mr. Lin?"
Little Li responded with surprise, "Oh? Out of all the beauties you have around, you fancy Mr. Lin?"
——Ah! Where did she learn that from? Da Fei was so anxious it felt like he coughed up blood: "I’m asking you! What do you think of Mr. Lin?"
Little Li replied sarcastically, "Are you worried I won’t find soone to marry? It’s you who’s the concern!"
Co on! So confident about her future, has she really changed? Changed so much even in how she speaks? No, Da Fei exclaid anxiously, "You’re Little Fang, not Little Li, aren’t you?"
Little Li sighed, "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Well, if she’s changed, that’s good too. At least she won’t be fooled by soone as useless as Da Wei. Fine, let’s talk about the ga instead.
Da Fei said, "By the way, I just triggered a big storyline earlier, and now the whole guild is making big moves." He then sent over the screenshot of his conversation with Ouling.
After a while, Little Li responded, "Got it. Sister Ann was talking to
about it just now. We’ll take charge when you’re not online."
Uh, isn’t my storyline quite impressive? Da Fei was sowhat disappointed by Little Li’s indifferent response, thinking that newcors are just newcors.
At that ti, Da Fei had no idea how shocked Little Li was in the room across the hall!
If once or twice was a coincidence, then what about three or four tis? There’s sothing that Little Li always couldn’t confirm; that ti she argued with brother. Although she didn’t know back then what ga he was playing without rest or sleep, she noticed a na, "Da Fei," glaring on the computer screen in red.
Although it happened many years ago, and her brother hasn’t been into gaming since, his secretive deanor lately inevitably reminded Little Li of back then. Could it be the sa person? With no evidence, it was purely a woman’s intuition, because with her brother’s opportunistic nature, it’s hard to imagine him quietly doing hard labor.
Yet, there are countless people online with the sa na, and this Da Fei in the ga is a world-shocking top player. Could her brother be such a formidable player, towering over so many professional players?
Little Li suddenly thought of the three crosses Da Fei gave her at the monastery gate, and how at noon that day, her brother unexpectedly called to ask about her ga’s progress. She did casually tell him that she and Little Fang were doing tasks at the monastery. Was it a coincidence? Was it intentional?
Rember, she once video-called Da Fei using her "Harem Beauty" account! If Da Fei is indeed her brother, did he recognize her? Impossible, given how she couldn’t even recognize herself with that makeup! But how to explain Da Fei’s generosity in lending them that S-class Sandworm Excavator for canal digging? Even Little Fang’s known large guilds aren’t that generous, right?
Thinking this far, Little Li almost confird it!
But still, it’s just speculation! At this mont, Little Li quietly determined to closely monitor Da Fei’s activities. If Da Fei is truly her brother, one can imagine how much he’s been pushing and exhausting himself recently.
So, Little Li sent her brother another ssage: "Big brother, it’s past midnight now. You’ve got dark circles from working so hard on your business trips. You should rest early. I’ll keep an eye on your account."
Da Fei replied, "Sure, don’t play too late either. Rest early."
"Got it."
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At this mont, a chilling wind howled over the North Sea, and a bizarre dium-sized sailing ship with a black thick mast rocked and raced over the waves. Ahead of the ship lay a vast Frozen Continent.
Suddenly, oil smoke flas burst from the top of the ship’s mast. The sails atop the mast began to spread, inflate, and rise. A giant hot-air balloon, three tis the size of the hull, was born!
With continuous heating from the mast’s fla nozzle, the enormous hot-air balloon lifted the entire ship off the sea, flying towards the sky, heading towards the Frozen Continent.
Indeed, this is one of the goblin clan’s highest technologies: the balloon ship! After striving for many nights and days and earning the title of the Gambling God, Moon God Night achieved this ultimate reward.
Under normal circumstances, this ship performs like any standard dium-sized vessel, but it actually has foldable hot-air balloon sails, an iron-pipe fla sprayer mast, and an oil-fueled boiler in the lower hold connected to the mast.
The advantages of flying ships are obvious: they operate on a different level than those that float. However, the drawbacks are also apparent: the ship itself cannot be too large or too heavy, nor can it carry too many people, and the cargo hold is mostly filled with fuel, leaving little space for other cargo transport.
In the magical world of this ga, fuel oil is also a very expensive and rare resource. While it’s far from being the lifeblood of industry, mainly bought by nations for city defense, its collection cost and difficulty are substantial, usually only found in deserts.
All in all, only a tycoon can afford to play with this kind of ship! As the Gambling God, Moon God Night is undoubtedly a tycoon.
Even as a tycoon, Moon God Night ticulously calculated the fuel for this trip because the ship’s hold must also carry another goblin high-tech: the Mine Bomb. The mission of sinking the Second Prince’s Fla Lord giant ship relies entirely on it.
In other words, Moon God Night can only fly there and won’t have the fuel to fly back. But that’s fine, Moon God Night’s plan is to gain the dwarves’ trust by completing missions on Fire Dragon Island during the Ice Sealing Period, find a way to smuggle the bomb onto the Fla Lord ship, and when the thaw cos, exploit the timing of the Fla Lord ship’s voyage to detonate the bomb.
The plan is ticulous, yet Moon God Night feels no excitent or anticipation, only a sense of falling behind and anxiety. The world’s players are developing at an alarming pace, a day feels like a thousand miles, and he’s gradually losing his early advantages.
But it’s fine; he already owns a flying ship. The next step is to continue the high-end path: find a way to cooperate with Mage City and upgrade the fuel boiler to a magic boiler. At that point, even a large ship can take to the skies, becoming an airborne fortress giant bomber, flattening player cities effortlessly without discussion.
Thinking this, Moon God Night finally felt a lot more at ease. The wind was favorable, and it would only take an hour to reach Fire Dragon Island.
Moon God Night then smiled at the ship’s only sailor, the Kobold First Officer Hogg, "I’m going to rest for half a day. Can you steer the ship for ?"
Hogg laughed heartily, "Boss, you underestimate ! I’ll show you what it ans to prefer raising a dog over ten n!"
Moon God Night interjected, "Isn’t it supposed to be prefer raising ten dogs over one man?"
Hogg laughed, "Whatever the boss says is right!" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian) with recomndations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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