Chapter 148: The Confidant’s Choice
Unfortunately, Small Knife had no idea and didn’t care about the scarcity of new Tribe players.
As long as there are so, contracts can be signed smoothly.
Quick as a thief!
In this way, with the Northern Witch forum bustling and noisy, days passed by.
At this ti, Small Knife felt a bit numb, with unavoidable fatigue.
But what about the effect?
Now it was already the thirty-third newbie Tribe, and along this journey, there hadn’t been any major troubles.
There were so minor troubles, but nothing serious.
The most annoying was the enormous herd of deer encountered earlier, charging head-on and covering the sky, wasting several hours for Small Knife to get through.
It turned out that, because he was Level 80 and about to leave the newbie Tribe, not only did he not gain experience from killing them, but he even lost so experience?
How despicable, obviously trying to drive him away.
In fact, up to now, the most important and challenging parts of this task were speed and how to make contact with the unfamiliar Tribe’s witch.
The completion rate now clearly won’t intentionally raise the difficulty because of Small Knife’s quick progress.
By now, having completed the vast majority, Small Knife had relaxed quite a bit.
But he didn’t get complacent, because the final part is crucial.
For example, now easily drawing out the witch from the Witch Residence to successfully complete the task.
And gaining the witch’s favorability.
Spending favorability to make this witch help him with trades.
He t a player just upon entering the Tribe.
Everything here was still smooth, and this player also agreed to the contract the mont they received it, becoming an agent.
The system’s continuous warnings to read the contract carefully or face severe consequences were completely ignored by him.
No choice, it’s just competition.
This ti it was this guy.
The instant the contract was completed, Small Knife surprisingly received a prompt, and upon checking, the plea for help in the chat channel from this individual?
It turns out, in reality, he was a subordinate, even a confidant, of the boss here. Signing this contract to beco an agent was arranged by his original boss.
Not far away, the boss was blocking the road, not allowing any players through.
Not knowing if he was supposed to be a mole or rely wanted to embezzle this batch of goods.
No matter which, he wouldn’t be able to mix in the Second World anymore.
As a confidant, he knew well the importance, and the mont he signed the contract, he chose to betray and ask for help without hesitation.
At that mont, he was a guest in the forr boss’s villa, playing gas together. Though it wasn’t explicitly ntioned, he dared not leave.
There were bodyguards and the like staring here.
Small Knife glanced and handed it over to Mountain Grass to handle.
In fact, the difficulty wasn’t high at all; the ga’s studio (team) had imnse power, and their own base is equivalent to a private territory, or even more outrageous.
More importantly, by signing the contract and becoming a mber, he was under the studio’s protection.
Mountain Grass spent a sum of food containing Primordial Qi, which was the real hard currency, more stable than Real Coin, directly entrusting the authorities to safely escort the person out, including the agent and his family.
As long as he’s willing, that’s all that matters.
This was released in the form of a task.
Little Knife Studio (team) had a task system after all.
Small Knife didn’t even bother to look again because he didn’t care about these small matters; his mind was entirely on the current task.
After leaving here, he rode the Enhanced Skeleton Wind Horse to the next place.
By now, the Enhanced Skeleton Wind Horse had been ridden by him beyond its value, tirelessly day and night, even dropping two levels, with its health reduced by a third.
anwhile, Small Knife had nearly walked a full circle around the thirty-six newbie Tribes, even getting close to the Hidden Witch Tribe, a large tribe on the must-pass road leaving the newbie area.
That was the must-pass road for Small Knife to leave, already seen from afar like a towering mountain, the enormous totem pole.
This was hundreds of tis larger than the largest totem pole of the Black Bone Tribe?
So vast, truly deserving of being a large Tribe.
According to intelligence, the caravan of the Four Seas Comrce Association of beta players had already entered the Northern Witch area, and had reached the Hidden Witch Tribe on the must-pass road of the thirty-six newbie Tribes. After completing their mission, they would enter the newbie area of the thirty-six Tribes.
Probably in just a few days, faster than expected.
But Small Knife still didn’t waste ti going to see, even though there was still plenty of ti.
Also because the next two Tribes below were more troubleso.
The Rock Python Tribe and Skeleton Tribe were the only two rival Tribes to the Black Bone Tribe; it’s expected that approaching them would lead to an attack, especially with the Rock Python Tribe, with whom Small Knife had no small grudge.
Although, in reality, there hadn’t been contact with the NPCs and players inside.
With such a troubleso title, just getting close is difficult.
As for the notice in the chat channel that a player mastered Blood Qi and broke through the level 30 bottleneck, Small Knife rely skimd over it without looking closely.
If under normal circumstances, such a player with a low profile and background, who works hard and has talent, being the first to break through level 30, would surely shine brightly upon their debut.
Mastering Blood and Qi Power, sweeping the new Tribe, easily killing many players, leading to a surge in reputation, destroying the original player faction, establishing one’s own, with limitless potential.
Becoming big news on the forum, that’s inevitable, but now, with the first Level 80 expert already there?
This breakthrough past level 30 bottleneck can only be described as "hehe."
Hehe!
...!
"This is solved, but there might still be an insider," Mountain Grass scratched his head, helplessly, even with the strictest contracts, soone might still choose to breach it.
Now with so many agents, it’s a hassle.
His guess was correct, betrayal was unavoidable, and there was not just one or two.
At this mont, in a certain luxurious mansion, a girl gazed obsessively at her wealthy and handso boyfriend in front of her, eyes filled with little stars.
The Second World was too real, the pain intensity made her want to quit early even after entering the ga.
This boyfriend was t in the Second World, which made her persist.
She used to not believe in it, but now she did; there are fairy tales in this world, where Cinderella ets her prince.
Everything felt like a dream, and she was the protagonist, the princess.
Being able to do sothing for her boyfriend was so rare, she naturally agreed without hesitation.
The price was just giving up the Second World, what did it matter?
Anyway, her prince was willing to go offline to spend more ti with her.
For my prince.
I am willing!
If a tifra is to be added, then it would be ten thousand years.
(Note: Minor trouble, easily resolved, indeed, I have to add this note, or a reader might leave a ssage to drop the book, and my heart would break again, hmm, why did I say "again"?)
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