Roland was not in a hurry to leave because many netizens had agreed on a time on the forum because of the different distances. They just had to gather outside the woods in the eastern suburbs of Mory within ten days.
About a hundred players had signed up, but Roland estimated that only about half of them would make it.
This was not the modern society, where hundreds of kilometers could be covered by a car on the highway, or a few hours by plane or high-speed rail.
This was a different world where transportation was extremely backward. More importantly, apart from the area of human activity, there were many dangerous uninhabited areas between cities, where wild beasts and magical beasts roamed freely.
Diseases, weather, and unexpected events could cause people to disappear during their travels.
The traveling merchants and peddlers could earn a lot of money because they risked their lives.
Unlike players like Roland, who directly joined a force and received a salary, most players were extremely poor. Then, some quick-witted original players took advantage of the convenience of their system Backpacks.
In comparison, it was much more convenient for the players to be traveling merchants. Firstly, they were professionals, and when they formed groups of three to five, they would be quite powerful. Ordinary bandits wouldn't dare to mess around.
Also … even if they were robbed, the goods were all in the Backpack and wouldn't be lost. It was very safe. They could always take a detour.
A 2x2x2 backpack could hold quite a lot of things. He just needed to find something small but valuable to transport.
Although it would take more than half a month, he could still earn one or two gold coins.
Then, other players who wanted to earn money followed suit, and it didn't take long before there was a trend of "running merchants".
Using the forum, they could also exchange what goods were lacking and which city's specialty was.
Roland stayed in Delpon to study magic and barely went out, so he wasn't very clear about the situation in the players' world.
Now, in addition to the titles of immortality and Golden Sons, the players also vaguely had the title of "Great Merchant from a Different Realm."
The traveling merchant players were only the "economic coolies" at the bottom, while the higher-level players were already trying to manipulate the prices of certain special items in the cities they were in.
For example, the group of people around Headmaster Huang and Fan Six Hundred Million.
Of course, none of this had much to do with Roland.
After posting his reply on the forum, he stayed in the Magic Tower for another two days to make sure that Old John was calm after his return and didn't do anything drastic before he decided to set off.
But before he set off, he specifically went to find Hawk and Link.
Now that the pier had taken shape, the next step was to find ways to attract investment and expand channels.
Hawke sat high up and looked down at the dock with a satisfied expression.
For a civil engineer, leading and completing a big project was something that could be bragged about for a lifetime.
Although this was only in the game.
Roland found Hawk, grabbed two handfuls of gold coins from his Backpack, and put them in Hawk's big hand. "Here are twenty gold coins. You can count them."
"So many this time?" Hawk's eyes lit up.
Silver Wings was now using money to pave the way for the future, so they would accept as many gold coins as Roland had.
Roland also sat down and said, "Over the past few days, people have been finding my statue in the capital and starting to learn skills. Now, one or two gold coins are coming in every day."
"Tsk, it's great to be able to earn money while lying down." Hawk sighed.
"Silver Wings will be even more profitable if you open up your path." Roland looked down at the magnificent docks below. "I guess your guild chairman wants to establish an alternate world's version of a water logistics company."
Hawk smiled and didn't say anything.
That was what big guilds were good at. They had all kinds of talents, ample resources, and were generous and forward-looking.
"The mayor is back. What are your plans?" Roland asked again.
Hawk pointed into the distance and said, "Pay more taxes in exchange for our complete autonomy. We're willing to abide by the rules here, but if they're too greedy, for example, if they want to reach into the vital departments of Silver Wings' water logistics company, that's impossible. The elites of Silver Wings have already begun to move to this area. How many players do you think can overthrow a city? "
"I think fifty will do," Roland replied after thinking for a moment.
Players were immortal, and the players of big guilds were more disciplined, and their commanders had enough experience in "armchair strategy."
Some large-scale group battles, such as Magic Sword OL and Planet's Edge OL, had long since raised the strategic vision and on-the-spot command ability of the big guild commanders to a certain level.
Interweaving, splitting, and outflanking — this kind of mobile warfare had long been practiced in the game.
Besides, Zhao Kuo, who was an armchair strategist, wasn't bad; he was just unlucky to have encountered Bai Qi.
These commanders were all armchair strategists like Zhao Kuo and had a lot of room for growth, but they were luckier than Zhao Kuo in that they had countless opportunities for trial and error.
The NPCs only had one chance.
And fifty players was only Roland's most conservative estimate.
At this moment, Hawk smiled. "We'll have eighty-three guild players coming."
Hearing this, Roland laughed.
Eighty-three players and eighty-three professionals — any lord of a city would tremble in fear.
"I've come this time not only to give you money, but also to ask you to take care of my Magic Tower!" Roland said slowly as he looked at the river that stretched to the horizon.
"I knew it would be like this." Hawk sighed softly. "I've read the forum thread and seen your message. I wanted to go too, but I really can't get away here. "
His voice sounded very disappointed. He couldn't participate in such a special event that was destined to leave a mark in the history of gaming. That feeling of being unable to participate made him extremely unhappy.
Roland said with a smile, "I'll help you out a little more."
"Then I really have to thank you." Hawk's voice sounded very "resentful." It was truly disgusting for a muscular man to make such an expression.
With a look of disgust, Roland patted the goosebumps on his body and left.
He rented a carriage in the city and hired a coachman, then left Delpon unhurriedly in the carriage.
There were no good roads in this world. The carriage moved slowly on the road, but it still rocked nonstop.
The rocking made Roland very uncomfortable. Then he turned his attention to the front and saw the coachman who was focused on driving the carriage.
The coachman was an old, dark man who didn't look strong.
Roland was a little curious. "Why are you willing to travel with me alone? The journey is very dangerous."
The coachman didn't turn around. His tone was a little timid. "It's better to die on the road than to starve. My family is running out of food. "
He wasn't even afraid of danger for his family?
Because this world was too dangerous and the mortality rate was extremely high, guards, coachmen, and so on were usually paid half of the deposit in advance.
Roland had already paid the coachman ten silver coins before he set off.
The price of hiring this coachman was twenty silver coins per trip.
It was very expensive, but Roland felt that the price was too cheap when measured in terms of human lives.
Fortunately, he didn't encounter any major incidents along the way. Occasionally, a few starving small carnivores came out of the woods on both sides of the road, but they were directly frozen into ice sculptures by Roland.
Then they became "dry food" in the coachman's hands.
Four days later, Roland arrived at the outskirts of Mory. He handed the remaining ten silver coins to the coachman and said, "If you trust me, you can wait for me in Mory. I'll return to Delpon in a few days, and then you can take your carriage again. I just don't know how to find you. "
"Master Mage, you can find me at the horse farm. I'll find a way to stay over there. "
Roland nodded. After letting the coachman leave, Roland opened the forum and found the map of the vicinity of Mory that a player had posted on the forum. Then, following the map, he found the gathering place that he had previously agreed upon in a mountain forest.
There were a few wooden huts that had been built in the gathering place, and a few player-looking people gathered around a bonfire in the middle, roasting the meat of an unknown beast, all laughing and joking.
Roland walked over and was immediately discovered by them.
After a brief daze, some of the players shouted in admiration, "Yo, Great Mage Roland is here too. Come on, come on, you sit here and eat the barbecue first, I'll go buy you some oranges …"
Roland immediately laughed. "Get lost, do you think I never went to junior high school? After all, I joined Hongxing after graduating from junior high school."
The other players immediately cramped up with laughter.
The idiotic players were the easiest to get along with, and in one sentence, they were on the same side.
Then Roland mingled with them and ate the barbecue.
At the same time, Roland also saw the "victim" they were going to help this time, a beautiful young girl.
People who added Charm were indeed different. This female player was really quite pretty, slightly better than Vivian.
But when he thought of her plain appearance in reality, it seemed that she wasn't so pretty anymore.
Seeing Roland sizing her up, the female player smiled at Roland.
There was a lot of resentment between her brows.
"Let's wait another four days. In four days, the other players should be almost here, and once there are enough people, we'll launch a strong attack on the mayor."
"Should we split into two, or three, we can make a diversion."
The players gathered around the bonfire and discussed one after another.
Roland thought for a moment, coughed, and the others immediately stopped discussing.
"The person we're going to kill is this mayor." Roland looked around at the crowd and continued, "This isn't some minor noble, but a person of considerable weight. If we kill him openly, it will surely cause a violent backlash from the noble class. "
Everyone frowned. They thought Roland was going to persuade them to give up this operation, but they were afraid that they would guess wrong, so they didn't speak for a while, waiting for Roland to finish.
"This will be quite detrimental to the future development of us players in this world," Roland continued. "If we kill the mayor on a whim, the other lords will definitely mourn, and then we players will definitely become a thorn in the side of the nobles, and now our strength is generally not up. If we do this and the nobles collectively condemn us, there will be big trouble."
Finally, someone couldn't help but retort, "You mean, you don't want us to kill him?"
"We have to kill him, but we have to pay attention to the means."
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