"I still think we should look for that person again, or do sothing else."
The wandering child couldn’t help but say, "I’ve only been online for just over an hour today... I can’t afford to waste the whole day’s ga ti waiting here to die."
"Don’t talk right now."
Lin Yiyi stared into the void and muttered, "Quick, check the forum! There seems to be news from Frostwater Harbor."
Upon hearing this, the wandering child was taken aback and opened the forum as well.
After regaining their senses, the three of them imdiately retreated back to their base—an abandoned brewery that had been out of use for many years.
It was located in the western district of Roth Fort, close to the outskirts and the wheat fields.
There were very few people around, and the houses were all low and simple, a stark contrast to the bustling central and southern parts of the city... Even the patrolling forces were few and far between.
Probably because there really wasn’t much worth stealing around here.
It was now past noon. There were no players who hadn’t logged in left at the temporary base; all the players had awakened and left, leaving the place completely empty... If there was anywhere that was undoubtedly safe, it was here.
Although it was called a brewery, its actual size was only about that of a mill. One could see traces of machinery left behind, as well as a few depleted containers that had once held "green fla"... And four or five huge, empty wooden barrels that were over two ters tall.
Anything that could have been moved was long gone.
When the players found this place, the barrels were already battered and worn. The room was filled with dust, and there were even the corpses of rats that had died inside the barrels.
But there were no signs of anyone having lived there. It was as if even the holess didn’t want to stay in this place.
This made it feel a bit strange.
After all, the players were new to the area and didn’t know about any taboos associated with it. But overall, the interior was at least windproof. If you closed the door and lit a fire inside, it was quite warm.
The players who ca to Roth Fort, except for Lin Yiyi, were all male. So cleaning and tidying up after the move naturally fell to the n—a dozen n with strength far beyond the ordinary working together could get it all cleaned up in less than half an hour.
Because the players needed a bed to log off, they took out their weapons after cleaning and dismantled a large wooden barrel. They used so cotton cloth and ropes they brought to make so rudintary plank beds that were so rough they would make one want to cry.
It was more like a canoe than a bed.
But in the end, the players didn’t really need to sleep on them. Whether it was actually comfortable to lie on or not didn’t matter to them.
And the players were probably all aware that most of the beds in this era, in their eyes, would be considered "uncomfortable."
They didn’t even need to take off their clothes or shoes... They just needed a warm, windless, hidden place, where they could log off safely.
In order to fulfill the "successful infiltration" requirent in the main quest, 18 out of the 20 players would choose to log off here at night so they could look out for one another... Instead of staying in the city where, if captured, they would have nowhere to escape to.
A dozen strong n with agility far beyond that of ordinary people, holding sharp blades and possessing at least five years of military swordsmanship skills, crouching densely in a small house—this was in so ways a horror ga.
Imagine a police officer or a patrol guard, or even a busybody, feeling that there was sothing off about this place. Then coming alone at night, opening the practically useless door lock...
And looking up to find a dozen fully ard strong n silently practicing combat and disarming techniques by candlelight in the room; a girl with disheveled hair sitting in a barrel staring into the void, her fingers drawing sothing in the air, occasionally letting out eerie laughter.
That would be quite a shock and a blow to the psyche.
The remaining two players didn’t leave because they were anti-social. They had stayed here their first night as well.
But they were strears by trade and had quite good social skills. Or rather, they were very adept at talking their way out of situations.
One of them, through so ans, with an identity of undocunted status, had infiltrated the Viscount’s manor and beco a guard, successfully penetrating the enemy’s camp.
And another person was even stronger—he made contact with one of this world’s Transcendent powers within a day.
Yes, he joined the church very smoothly and beca the deacon of the Silver Baron. He was directly allotted a warm house by the church and even received free breakfast and dinner... The most outrageous part was that he even had a salary.
Therefore, they naturally had other tasks during the day. They no longer acted together with the other players.
Of course, intelligence still needed to be shared on the forum in a tily manner.
Since the tasks were ti-limited and could fail, and these players were at least reliable if not entirely familiar with one another, they would promptly upload any intelligence they obtained to the forum, starting threads to brainstorm ideas.
This way of communication, transcending ti and space, indeed helped the players a lot.
For example... it allowed them to inform Tan Juan Geraint, who was far away in Frostwater Harbor, about Dr. Gerald’s intelligence the first thing.
"—They are all coming over!?"
Upon reading the post by Jiu’er, the wandering child’s pupils shrank in surprise, "The main quest... has been changed?"
Yes.
The main quest of "Defending Frostwater Harbor," which was held by the twenty people originally staying in Frostwater Harbor, had suddenly all changed to "The Calamity of Roth Fort," just like theirs.
"The intelligence you uploaded might be much more important than you think."
Delicious Wind Goose said gravely, "I speculate that the NPC you two have captured might not be an enemy we can encounter at our current level, but rather a leader who appears after a series of task chains.
"That ans... you’ve probably encountered a BUG and skipped ahead, Kid God."
"...Ah?"
The child was utterly confused.
He fell silent for a while, then suddenly blurted out, "I won’t get banned for this, will I?"
"Definitely not. And if nothing goes wrong, our contribution to the tasks might be very high again..."
Lin Yiyi analyzed, "The doctor using such roundabout thods to kill the child indicates that he doesn’t want to expose himself. He must have so need to keep his identity hidden... This ans his identity must not see the light.
"But since the Viscount is in contact with him secretly, it suggests they are roughly on the sa side. And now that Viscount is on the opposing faction to us, it ans the doctor must be an enemy we will encounter later.
"He can hypnotize others unnoticed, alter their minds, and even kill others silently. If he continues to hide in the shadows, this enemy will beco very tricky.
"But this enemy, who has been hiding in the dark, has been blasted out by us."
Lin Yiyi affird, "I believe this variable we’ve caused is very likely to turn things around significantly—"
"...So, the discovery of Mr. Gerald might actually be a good thing."
anwhile, Annan was also softly explaining to Salvatore.
His voice was gentle and youthful yet filled with wisdom, "Since we have to face him sooner or later...
"I’d rather duel with him out in the sun, fair and square."
The convoy from Frostwater Harbor was en route to Roth Fort.
In four hours, they would arrive.
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