Now how should he get that thing out in the open? Jack thought. He glanced at John who was having a talk with his people. He opened his friend chat ssage, he was relieved that he could still send a ssage with the option of using his original alias, with condition that the friend was in that alias' list. He had a separate friend list for Storm Wind and Unrivalled Arcaner.
"That annoying prick! I will skin him alive if I got the chance," he heard Earmouth cursed, obviously referring to John.
"Do you know which guild that prick is from?" Jack asked him.
"Hm? Wait, I ask."
He then went silent for a while, probably sending a chat ssage to his guildmates who hold the guild na list. Jack also sent a chat ssage at the sa ti, using his original Storm Wind account, to the prick who was currently chatting happily with his friends.
Jack's chat ssage contained the following words, "John, I see you are doing well lately. Since when have you joined a guild? I have sothing that you can use to create more disturbance to this eting. Are you interested?"
He saw John's surprised expression. He made a vague 360 degrees scan around the venue. Jack was amused by his attempt.
"He was from a guild called Handy Craftsn," Earmouth said after he received the info from his friend. "They are a new guild which just beca well-known a few years back. They mainly comprised of players who focused on non-combat jobs. Crafters, traders, and such. Many late VR gas allowed players to perform well just by concentrating in these non-combat fields instead of the traditional monster-killing style."
"I see," Jack comnted. "Well, if they are not a guild that bothered to fight monsters, why are they so fussy about the distribution of priority in monster grinding areas?"
Earmouth seed to realize sothing, "hm? You are right…"
"He must be up to sothing," Jack added fuel to fire.
"I know there is sothing wrong with him since he first made his comnt. I'll ask our managent to arrange for them to be thrown out."
"You shouldn't be too hasty," Jack said. "Since the points he was arguing were not for his guild's benefit. He must be doing it under the command of another guild."
"Oh? Please share with
your thought," Earmouth was intrigued.
"I think there is a high probability that either Black Cloak or Saint Edge is behind him, or maybe even both of them."
"Oh? Why do you think so?"
"Think about it, those two guilds are the ones big enough to put pressure on the other famous guilds. They are also at the sa level if compared to the three guilds who organized this eting. If this eting is successful, their status might end up below ours. Hence they are trying to stir up trouble to prevent this eting from success, or at least to cause enough trouble so they can secure benefit which doesn't make them any lesser than the three organizing guilds."
"What you said made sense," Earmouth comnted.
Warpath scoffed from behind.
"If you have an opinion, then say it. If not, then piss off!" Jack did not give him any courtesy.
He gave Jack an eye screaming of murder, but then turned away silently. The guy knew he was not Jack's opponent at his current state.
"I'll convey this thought to the managent," Earmouth said.
"You do that," Jack uttered with a nod.
Earmouth clapped Jack's shoulder, he said, "you are not only good at fighting, but you also have a sharp mind. Stay with us, work harder for the guild. I'm sure your future will be bright."
"That's my plan," Jack smiled.
Earmouth then turned around to send chat ssages. Jack had also received John's reply a while back, he just could not open it as he was fanning Earmouth so that Death Associates might turn their hostility to either Black Cloak or Saint Edge. Either guild was not a timid guild, it would be better if they clashed between one another.
Jack read John's ssage, "it's so long since we talk, expert. I almost forget about you already. It was surprising for you to know about this eting, considering your publicly acknowledged adversity with Death Associates. How do you find out about what happens in this eting? Don't tell
you are here as well?"
Jack replied, "can you cut the crap already? You want my offer or not?"
"Sure, whatever that can help
to ruin this eting," John soon replied.
"Ok. Try to find a chance to have yourself excused and co out. Wait for my signal. I will let you know the exact place. By the way, why do you want to ruin this eting anyway?"
"I'm just doing this for fun, do you believe ? All right, will wait for your cue."
The guy was as laid back as he was annoying. Jack didn't bother to pry further, it was enough if John could help him to cause trouble here. He went to Earmouth who was still in silence with a blank look to the sky.
"Brother, I think I saw a shadow over there, I will go to check it out."
"Huh?" Earmouth was dazed for being interrupted while he was writing his ssage. "Bring soone with you just in case."
"No need. It might be nothing. We cannot afford to lax the security here. Don't worry, I alone am enough if there is an intruder," Jack said and strode off without giving Earmouth the chance to say otherwise.
Earmouth watched him sped off and soon disappeared among the dilapidated walls around the ruin. Damn, it was as the rumor, his speed was really fast for a Mage. He thought.
Jack looked around to make sure that he was not followed, and that there was no other sentry in view. He then looked around trying to find a distinctive spot. He walked around, he passed so places where he could see a lone sentry monitoring the periter of the ruin. He was inside, so the sentry's back was to him. However, he still avoided the place where such sentry was in view. There was no guarantee that the sentry won't turn around at a critical ti and saw him.
After looking around for a bit, he finally decided on a spot. It was a broken-down small garden with a withered tree at its center. Facing it was a battered fountain. There was a lion sculpture above the fountain with an open mouth, Jack assud the mouth was where the water was coming out when the fountain was still functioning. After inspecting the fountain and making sure that no one was around, Jack placed sothing inside the lion's mouth.
He inspected it for a bit. The lion's mouth was slightly slanted down, so if he didn't bend down close to the sculpture, it would be difficult to notice that sothing was inside. He then went to a corner and stood still. He sent a chat ssage to John, describing to him the position of the place and to look inside the mouth of the lion sculpture.
At this ti, the eting was about to resu. After they had a discussion, the three organizing guilds had agreed that Manager Steelhand would take over for the discussion on the resource managent plan. He started his speech but emphasizing for everyone to let him finish his speech first before engaging in a debate. He said this was necessary so that everyone could receive the ssage unfiltered.
After sounding out about the no interruption requirent, he was just about to start when John lifted his hand again. Manager Steelhand had the urge to go over and beat the guy senseless, but he forced himself to calm down. He spoke with a voice as affable as possible, "my friend, as I just said a mont ago. Can you please wait until after I finish first before voicing out your opinion?"
"I need to take a piss," John uttered with an innocent face.
Manager Steelhand mouth twitched, his mind was blank while several curse words surfaced in his thought. He was just about to scold the man to shut up and sit down silently until his speech was finished, before a thought occurred to him. Wait, if he went away, didn't that an that he could not interrupt anymore?
Manager Steelhand imdiately put on the widest smile possible and said, "sure, sure. It's not good to hold your piss. Please go and take your ti."
John nodded and walked away. While the others looked at each other in confusion. Are we even able to piss in this ga world? They thought. They had not piss nor shit since the world changed.
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