Two days had passed since the players started their own campaign against the Mountain Bandits and the Barren Giant. Although there were quite a few players who, like Jim and Terry, made similar decisions to explore new areas for rewards, using the town as a starting point to explore new maps, most of the players still returned to the town after completing their quests.
After all, the Living Dead Cellar was still a daily dungeon, and the Valley of the Tragic Dead hadn't been cleared yet. They hadn't even finished moving the bricks, what's the point of needing a bicycle …
As the most popular gathering spot for players, the Iron Cauldron Tavern's business was as good as ever.
However, the atmosphere in the tavern seemed a little different than before.
In the past, there would always be players in the tavern shouting about their experiences during this period of time, or talking about the various interesting things that happened in the dungeon. The entire tavern was very noisy, and even people who sat at the same table had to shout if they wanted to talk.
Although there were still people like that in the tavern now, there were far fewer of them than before. Most of them were just chatting with their friends, unlike before, who seemed to want the whole world to know about the interesting things that happened to them.
Most of the players, on the other hand, would glance at the empty table beside their plates from time to time as they ate their barbecued meat and drank wine. If an Earthling transmigrated here, he would most likely think that there was a mobile phone there that he couldn't see.
In reality, although the players weren't looking at the phone, but at the forum page of the system, considering the similarities between the two, there wasn't much of a difference.
Originally, there were still many players who were wary of the forum, afraid that they would leave a bad impression on their god. But after the "save the children" incident, the players realized the importance of the forum, and also enjoyed the convenience of instant communication, so many players started to try using the forum.
As the number of guides and interesting stories increased, more and more players joined in. Although there were only a hundred or so players, most of them were very active, so the entire forum was bustling with activity.
Unlike the forums back on Earth, which would become a foul atmosphere if there were too many people, this forum was run by the God of Games himself. As his believers, the players naturally held the forum in awe and didn't dare to post anything out of the ordinary, so the atmosphere of the forum was unbelievably good. In Xi Wei's memory, only certain forums on Earth had such a good atmosphere. In some of the posts that were useful in various aspects, the players would leave a very friendly and tacit message of "Peace to the good OP" …
Even if they wanted to fight offline because of a disagreement, they wouldn't say it directly in the forum. Instead, they would leave a vague time and place, and kindly remind the players that they would not leave until they see each other. As a result, the players who clicked on the forum felt that the entire forum was filled with a strange pink gayness.
Interestingly, Xi Wei didn't have to worry about his believers turning into shut-in otakus. After all, farming monsters in this world was different from back on Earth, where everything could be done through a screen. Players had to form parties offline and fight monsters with their bodies, and there was no way they could be self-sufficient by staying at home.
As usual, Tie Fu was polishing the glass cup in his hand. It was rare to see such clear glass products in this world, but it was one of the rewards from the players' collecting quests. Tie Fu spent almost half of his game coins to buy some from players who weren't interested in collecting quests, and replaced the wooden cups used to drink red wine in the tavern with this glass.
It was a pity that before the players became believers of the God of Games, they were either mercenaries or refugees, and had no interest in red wine. Compared to that, they were more interested in drinking ale. Only Angora, who occasionally came over for a meal, would drink some red wine.
That was when two figures, one fat and one skinny, walked into the tavern.
"Isn't that Terrosche (fat) and Silva (skinny)?" One of the players recognized them and asked, amused. "I saw you two catching crabs on the beach yesterday, why are you back now? Are you done exploring the Grey Fjord? "
"You don't understand, we were hired by Mister Wilf as his bodyguards!" Silva puffed out his chest proudly.
"Bodyguard? Marni died in the sea three days ago, and he didn't even make it to the Barren Giant. I saw you two getting hung up and beaten by him yesterday!" The player laughed loudly.
Silva's chest immediately flattened, but he was still stubborn, saying things like 'How could you accuse me of such baseless accusations', 'How can a Player's business be called a fight, it should be called a duel', 'No one knows bodyguards better than I do' and so on, causing everyone to laugh and fill the tavern with a merry atmosphere.
Compared to Silva, Terrosche was much more relaxed. He simply sat at the empty seat at the bar and asked the boss to bring two portions of roasted meat. The fish soup he had at the Frogmen Village was so bland that he was almost going to vomit.
After earning enough money, Iron Fu took in two apprentices and no longer roasted meat himself. He asked Terrosche what happened as he prepared some ale for Terrosche.
"Silva didn't lie. Marni Wilf paid us to be his bodyguards, because Ivan the previous bodyguard had run into something and left the town temporarily." Terrosche looked embarrassed. "It's just that we're used to being free and not used to being hired, so we were an hour late when we met up with him on the first day."
"And then?" Iron Fu asked.
"I think that since we've accepted his money, we have to do things for him, and we should be earlier the next day." Terrosche said righteously.
"That's right." The boss nodded.
"And then we were half an hour late the next day." Terrosche looked like he couldn't bear to look back. "By the time we got there, the fish had eaten half of his head, and he couldn't even revive."
Terrosche showed the smile of a winner. "Still, it's thanks to that that we could calm our hearts and clear 11% and 12% of the Gray Fjord's inner seas in three days without any distractions."
Iron Fu asked curiously as he served them the roasted meat. "Then why did you beat him up?"
Terrosche's smile froze on his face, as if a painful memory surfaced on his ferocious face.
"We went to apologize to Mister Marni."
"And the result?"
"Reputation or hatred."
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