Chapter 73: So Many People Searching
How wealthy was a gaming guild in reality?
Roland wasn’t too clear on this. However, he knew that the majority of rich gars ca from gaming guilds, and even established their own gaming guilds.
These rich people were all very wealthy in real life, but they couldn’t find anything exciting to do—they didn’t smoke or gamble, so they could only invest in online gas.
Acquiring the finest equipnt that cost several hundred thousand yuan was as simple as eating a al and drinking water.
Roland once heard a news story that was quite credible. In a certain turn-based ga based off Journey to the West[1], a rich player bought the finest weapon which had no level restriction and guaranteed critical hit off the official auction house. The weapon was worth roughly one million yuan.
And according to the rich player himself, he had spent nearly ten million yuan on the ga.
This was rely one of the many rich players inside the ga.
This rich player was only a solo player, whereas so rich players recruited other players to form a small organization with themselves at the center. Those organizations that were relatively better and properly organized slowly developed into gaming guilds.
Upon hearing Hawk’s words, Roland knew that the Silver Wings guild leader was also definitely a rich person.
Moreover, judging from Hawk’s gold purchasing behavior from before, he was also most likely a rich person.
“But I don’t have many gold coins every month,” Roland said after a mont’s thought.
Hawk, however, laughed. ” Yeah, you don’t have much money now, but you will have a lot of money in the future. So long as one is a Mage, they’ll have to pay you one gold coin as tribute. This matter is unavoidable—in the future, you’ll be the richest player in the ga.”
Pay as tribute... These words sound quite embarrassing.
Roland thought for a mont and said, “All right, if I really have a lot of gold coins in the future, I’ll sell them to you at market price.”
Upon seeing Roland agree, Hawk laughed happily and said, “Thanks, it’s a pleasure to work with you. Oh, that’s right, our guild leader told to advise you once again to join Silver Wings—the pay can be negotiated.”
“Sorry, I already joined a guild.”
Hawk’s expression suddenly turned into one of confusion. There were only a few famous large guilds in the gaming world. They were in the middle amongst them, not being very famous but having so sort of relevance.
However, their guild leader had a strong sense of foresight. He acutely felt that this ga had great prospects, so he bought imrsive cabins in advance for many players in the guild.
While many guilds thought that Penguin Corporation’s propaganda was fake, they had already assembled the mbers, specifically found a small city, and rented a large building as the guild’s temporary headquarters. All the mbers that had imrsive cabins were living in this place.
Everyone moved as a collective.
The guild leader’s original idea was to use the advantages of unity to do sothing big, seizing the resources in ga.
However, he never expected that every player’s spawn point would be randomized.
Moreover, the ga’s map was exceptionally large.
Hundreds of mbers were scattered across the various lands of Hollevin. As a result, they didn’t even cause a splash.
“What guild?” Hawk couldn’t help but ask.
“F6!”
“Oh!” Hawk let out a sigh of relief—fortunately, it wasn’t their adversary, Church of Garland. Then, he imdiately ca to a realization. “F6, as in the first guild inside the ga?”
Roland nodded.
At this mont, Hawk looked to be sowhat at a loss.
The appearance of the guild F6 confused many people in the world of gaming guilds. They wondered what ga this guild erged from and how co they never heard of them.
Sothing that large guilds like them couldn’t do at the mont, how could a small guild possibly accomplish?
Was it luck, or was it pure strength? There were many theories.
After staying silent for a while, Hawk suddenly said with a brazen look on his face, “Since you’re a mber of F6, seeing that we’re friends, can you divulge how you guys created a guild and how you guys did it so quickly? And whether or not a guild has any special functions?”
Hawk was a pretty good person; Roland felt that this player was soone worth deepening ties with.
Besides, this wasn’t so important secret. And anyway, they had already seized the glory for being the first to establish a guild. So now it would be beneficial to make Hawk owe him a favor by giving Hawk the information.
Then, Roland told Hawk everything he knew about guilds.
After Hawk finished listening, he stood up imdiately and said, “Thank you for your information. I’m going back right now to deliver the information to the guild, I’ll be leaving now.”
Roland waved his hands.
Hawk turned and left without delay.
Now, apart from F6, only Silver Wings knew about the fact that guilds possessed a communication function.
This function was very important—at least in Hawk’s perspective, the strategic value of it was tantamount to a remote command post. It had to be acquired as soon as possible.
After waiting for Hawk to leave, Roland shook his head.
He was always using the guild’s chat function, but the mbers of F6 were too familiar with each other. If it wasn’t necessary, they wouldn’t chat nonstop.
They would only leave information or ssages that were relatively more important in the chat room.
For example... Raffel saw elf slaves inside the city two days ago. He asked whether Schuck and Betta, the “rich people,” wanted to buy one—they truly looked very beautiful.
Li Lin soon rushed over to get his hands on one—the two of them spawned relatively closer to each other. It was approximately on the second day that the word “aweso” was left on the chat interface.
Then, after half an hour, he left another ssage: “Seeing that this female elf slave is sowhat pitiful, I already set her free.”
This person born with a silver spoon in his mouth was purely having a taste of novelty.
At the ti, Roland instinctively asked, “How many gold coins did you spend to buy a slave?”
“Eight!”
Yes... Roland still couldn’t understand the world of rich people.
Roland opened the guild chat room again. Although there were a few more ssages, none of them concerned him, so he continued to derive spells from Language Proficiency.
This ti, he wanted to combine Language Proficiency and Character Proficiency.
Otherwise, this would normally result in being able to understand words but unable to read them, or being able to read words but unable to understand them. He would have to change back and forth between spells, quite a problematic matter.
Deriving benefits from the skill, Roland’s Zeal, Roland, at this mont, had greatly increased ntal power regeneration.
And with a substantial increase in the number of experints, his efficiency beca much higher.
While he was focused on deriving spells, Vivian ca in again.
“The chairman, Mr. John, wants to see you.”
Roland looked up. He felt it was sowhat strange: what sort of day was this? Why were there so many people visiting him?
But no matter what, he still had to et the chairman.
After all, the chairman was a noble.
After several minutes, John ca in and sat down in the study. He sized up Roland curiously, and after a while, he said, “Mr. Roland, to get a eting with you is truly sowhat difficult.”
Roland frowned at this. Although the other side spoke with a smile and a gentle voice, those words undeniably carried a hint of rebuke. He looked at the other man, smiled lightly, and said, “Mr. John, are you referring to my not attending the party? I’m very sorry. At the ti, I was taking care of a small problem regarding magic theory. I wasn’t much in the mood for attending so party.”
“I don’t an that.” John had blue eyes and blond hair, he looked quite handso, but compared to Schuck, there was still quite a gap. “I just wanted to say, Mr. Roland, it’s been so ti since you’ve co to Delpon, but you’ve always stayed inside the magic tower—this isn’t sothing that a qualified spellcaster should do!”
Roland was startled for a mont. “What should a qualified spellcaster do?”
[1] Fantasy Westward Journey
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