"Is the portal to Noland closed today?"
Count Eitek stood at the teleportation node in the center of Ossen Castle and watched as the magical radiance emitted by the teleportation node slowly dissipated.
"Yes, Lord Eitek."
A spellcaster who was in charge of the teleportation node walked up to Eitek and said respectfully.
"Every time the teleportation circle in Noland opens, it takes three months to half a year to recharge. The next time it opens may be in the Month of the Fallen Leaves."
"Isn't that six months later?!"
The young eldest son had an anxious expression on his face as he paced back and forth at the teleportation node like his father.
"What's wrong with Lord Eitek recently?"
The five spellcasters who were in charge of the teleportation node were also retainers of the Kirrlutz family, and they were well aware of the eldest son's personality.
But during this period of time, the eldest son of the count, who was supposed to be obsessed with the gladiator tournament, frequently traveled between Noland and Ossen Castle through the portal.
"Has he taken a fancy to that girl in Noland again?" A spellcaster guessed in a low voice.
Eitek heard the whispers of these spellcasters clearly. He glanced at the five old mages who were in charge of the node.
"Do any of you know how to use the Magic Net in Ossen Castle?" Eitek asked the question that had been bothering him with a glimmer of hope.
"Use the Magic Net?"
The voices of discussion died down in an instant. The five spellcasters looked at each other, and a pained expression appeared on their old faces.
"So Lord Eitek is distressed about the same thing as us?"
"You don't know either?"
Eitek looked at the troubled expressions of the five spellcasters, and his heart skipped a beat as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
The count of Ossen Castle had sent the most powerful and wisest spellcasters in the entire castle to manage the teleportation node. These five spellcasters could be said to represent the highest attainments in magic in Ossen Castle.
Among them was the most dexterous craftsman of magic.
"The Magic Net is a form of magic that we have never come into contact with before. We have only used the Magic Net for fifteen days, and so far we have not been able to solve the problem of 'losing network connection'," the spellcaster said regretfully.
"Lord Eitek! Regarding this … I … I have a solution. "
At this moment, a young acolyte walked out from behind the bookshelves.
"Jesse! Lying isn't a good habit! "One of the Spell Casters reprimanded the apprentice who popped his head out.
"It's … It's true! Instructors, I live in the 23rd street. Since the day before yesterday, a … internet … cafe opened up on that street. "
The acolyte tried his best to recall the name of the facility.
"Internet café?" It was the first time Eitek had heard such a strange word.
"You can call it a Weave Tavern. It's a place that provides Weave services," the young acolyte explained.
"It's a tavern? Whatever, where was it on the 22nd street? Get on my magic carriage and show me the way. "
Eitek did not care whether the apprentice was telling the truth or not.
After the portal to Noland closed, he lost all connection to the Weave. He could neither log into the Spell Casters' forum nor search for a new game in the game section.
This terrible feeling made Eitek feel isolated from the world for the first time since he was born.
It would take at least three months to drive from Ossen Castle to Noland, and that didn't include accidents such as monster attacks or bandits.
"Yes, Lord Eitek." The apprentice obediently followed Eitek.
… …
Eitek alighted from the magic carriage on the 22nd street of Ossen Castle and looked up at the building in front of him.
"Are you sure it's here?"
The Count's eldest son sounded a little angry.
"Y-Yes, Lord. You can connect to the Weave in this Silver Patterned Flower Guild." The apprentice didn't know where Eitek's anger came from, and he answered the Count's question timidly.
Everything that had happened half a month ago was still vivid in Eitek's mind. His father had ordered him not to provoke Dorothy, the girl from the Silver Patterned Flower Guild.
Eitek had no intention of seeing Dorothy. Everything that had happened to him in Noland had undoubtedly humiliated him. Dorothy would only mock him if she saw him.
But just as the Count's son was about to leave angrily, he saw the scenery inside through the transparent glass window of the guild and immediately stopped in his tracks.
It was the Weave!
Eitek would not mistake it for someone else.
The architectural style of the Silver Patterned Flower Guild's headquarters was completely different from half a month ago. Just the interior design alone had changed from an ancient trade guild to a new tavern.
Most importantly, Eitek saw someone in the tavern using the Weave!
At this moment, Eitek could only bite the bullet and enter the guild.
"Welcome!"
A maid came forward to greet Eitek.
He ignored the maid and immediately opened the Weave, looking at the 'signal display' at the bottom right corner of his Weave interface.
The signal display at the bottom right corner was still grey, which meant that there was no network connection.
Was it really a lie?
"Sir, if you're here to use the Weave, you'll need to go to the front desk to activate the connection." The maid didn't seem to recognize Eitek's identity. As usual, she began to guide guests who came to the guild for the first time.
I need to activate the Weave?
Eitek looked towards the front desk where the maid was pointing and quickly saw Dorothy behind it.
Dorothy also raised her head and saw the Count's eldest son. He knew that if he backed out at this time, he might very well be looked down upon by this girl!
Eitek quickly walked to the front desk and found two translucent Weave interfaces floating on the front desk. This interface looked different from the Weave he used.
One of the Weave was occupied by a dense array of tables with a lot of strange data recorded on it.
"Sir, are you going to use the Weave?"
Of course, Dorothy recognized Eitek, but she did not care about what had happened. She treated Eitek as a very ordinary customer, just like how a maidservant would.
"That's right. I heard that this place can connect to the 'network' in Noland?"
Eitek glanced around. The entire hall of the guild had been transformed into a place that looked like a conference hall. People sat at densely packed long tables, separated by inscribed partitions.
Occasionally, one or two young people could be seen sitting at the same long table, shouting something.
Eitek was sure that the people sitting at those tables were definitely using the Weave, and the kind that could connect to the internet. However, his network signal was still grey.
"Of course, you just need to pay a certain amount of money to activate the Weave."
"I have to pay? I don't need it in Noland! "Eitek said with a cold expression.
"This isn't Noland, Mister Eitek."
Although Dorothy had a smile on her face, her voice gradually became more forceful.
"You only need to pay five Dilur to enjoy a much more comfortable time using the Weave than in Noland. If you think it's not worth it, you can leave."
"… …"
The Earl's eldest son took out five Dilur and placed it on the table. Dilur was equivalent to Noland's silver coins, so it wasn't considered expensive for someone born into a Earl's family.
"Thank you. Let me take a look."
Dorothy's fingertip waved on the transparent Weave interface. After she clicked on a light green node, Eitek saw the grey signal at the bottom right corner of his screen turn green again. It was still full!
"You can choose a seat. There are better facilities there for you to experience the Weave," Dorothy said.
Seeing the Weave signal turn from grey to green, Eitek's frustration and anger were quickly swept away by a sense of joy. He didn't know where this joy came from.
After he found a remote corner in the tavern and sat down, the Earl's son saw two … strange magic-guided machines on the table.
One of them looked like a virtual keyboard on the Weave, but the keyboard on the table looked like it was made of some kind of gelatinous material. The other one was a 'mouse' made of protocrystals.
Is it locked?
The Earl's eldest son wanted to move the two annoying things on the table, but he found that he could only move them in a small area with his strength.
The table seemed to be engraved with a special inscription spell.
Just as Eitek's hand touched the two objects, a message popped up on his Weave interface.
'A new device has been connected, do you want to activate it?'
New … equipment?
Eitek subconsciously clicked 'Yes'. The keyboard made of unknown material and the protocrystal that looked like a 'mouse' suddenly emitted a dim light.
When Eitek tentatively reached out to touch the protocrystal, a pointer appeared on the table.
Did it replace the touch of a hand? Eitek quickly discovered that the protocrystal replaced the touch of a hand. Even the virtual keyboard on the Weave had become a product in reality!
The feeling of touching it and knocking on it! The mechanical texture quickly immersed the Earl's son in the virtual world.
…
Dorothy glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It showed that it was one o'clock in the morning.
According to the daily routine of the people of Ossen Castle, this should be the time most people went to bed. Even the streets outside were quiet, with only one or two protocrystal lamps emitting light.
But when Dorothy shifted her gaze to the hall of her Merchant Guild …
"Servant! I'll have a croissant and milk! "
"I'll have a glass of hot black grass juice!"
"Alright! Right away! "
Five servants walked back and forth with trays of food in their hands. Although there were fewer customers in the hall than during the day, it was still very … lively.
Dorothy finally understood why Josiah told her to hire night staff before he left.
After all, it was a tavern, and being open 24 hours a day was the most basic requirement.
This scene made Dorothy miss the Hearthstone Tavern in Noland.
It was a pity that Josiah did not have the time to move the Hearthstone machines here. He could only wait for the next portal to open.
"Miss Dorothy, I'm here to change shifts."
A young servant walked to the front desk. She was Dorothy's personal servant. She had obviously just woken up, and her flaxen hair was still a little messy.
"Annie, do you know everything I've taught you?"
Dorothy confirmed the servant's operation one last time before going back to rest.
"Miss! The gentleman in zone D-3 wants two more hours! "Someone ran to the front desk with a pile of silver coins.
Dorothy stood behind the servant and watched her carefully operate the Internet Cafe Terminal that Josiah had written. Although she was still a little rusty with the operation, she did not make any fatal mistakes and successfully completed the overtime operation.
"Leave this to me, Miss. You've been standing here for a whole day. I can manage it well." The servant rolled up her sleeves with a face full of enthusiasm. It seemed that the girl had gradually adapted to the night life.
"Alright … Brew me a glass of black grass juice. I'll bring it to my room."
It was the third day of operation for the Silverflower Internet Cafe, and it was also the third day of Dorothy's servant's shift.
At first, Dorothy wanted to recruit some nocturnal human-like creatures to be on duty. However, after careful consideration, she realized that apart from the rumored Blood Breeds and Dark Elves, there were no intelligent races with nocturnal characteristics.
Following the servant's suggestion, Dorothy returned to her room. However, she did not lie on the bed immediately. Instead, she waved her hand and opened the Weave interface.
"The third expedition to the Land of Final Shadows! Is everyone ready? "
"Dorothy, I'm not online."
"Did the dragon respawn?!"
Dorothy's tired expression was instantly replaced by a satisfied smile as she looked at the string of messages that popped up on her Weave interface.
"My job is done, I'm coming online now. Did you find the new Land of Final Shadows?"
"I found the door." Fuya quickly sent a message to Dorothy.
"Send me the coordinates, I'll be there right away!"
Dorothy logged into Minecraft and took a sip of the black grass juice beside her. The bitterness in her mouth wiped away all her tiredness.
Humans were perhaps the third intelligent race to have nocturnal characteristics other than the Blood Breeds and Dark Elves.
After all, the night was long, and it would be a waste to spend it all sleeping.
"Fuya Dragon Slaying Team depart!"
"Last time it was Fuya, this time it should be my name!"
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