"You're Roland?"
The person in front of Roland was blond, tall, and had blue eyes. Also, he looked like an idiot. Needless to say, he was a player.
Roland blinked. "May I know who you are?"
"I'm Ziegfeld from the Coalition of Progress." The player walked forward and shook Roland's hand warmly. "I've been meaning to talk to you, but I never had the time. I didn't expect to run into you here. This is great. This is fate. "
Roland found it hard to resist the guy's enthusiasm.
Young people nowadays, including Roland, weren't good at dealing with people who were particularly enthusiastic. It was not because they were incapable of socializing, but because the new generation was cold and had a clear distinction between colleagues, clients, and friends.
For strangers, there was no lack of normal social greetings, but for them to warmly strike up a conversation with each other or be warmly struck up a conversation with each other, they were a little unused to it.
So, Roland could only smile awkwardly. "Hello, I'm indeed Roland. What can I do for you?"
"Can we talk in the tavern?" Ziegfeld pointed at the tavern.
Roland pondered for a moment. He was going to refuse, but Ziegfeld was full of expectation and eagerness.
Having no choice, Roland could only agree.
The two of them sat down in the tavern.
There were few customers in the tavern, probably because it wasn't time yet.
After ordering two cups of fruit wine, Ziegfeld said to Roland, "Roland, you must've heard of the Coalition of Progress, right?"
"You guys often post on the forum to recruit people, looking for like-minded friends. I've seen your posts a few times."
Ziegfeld chuckled delightedly and continued, "We've been paying attention to you, too. Now, most players had begun to keep their knowledge to themselves and were unwilling to casually announce their new discoveries or research results. Even if they do, they can only make money by buying the content of the posts with forum coins. "
Roland listened in silence. He had indeed seen the trend.
"But you're different. You're still sharing your knowledge for free," Ziegfeld said in admiration. Ziegfeld said in admiration, "You have the spirit of sharing. The core members of the Union all agree that you should join us."
Roland was briefly stunned. "Now?"
"Of course it's now. Any business must be started early." Ziegfeld smiled and said, "We need strong partners who can understand us."
Roland frowned. "Now is not the time."
"Why?" Ziegfeld was surprised.
"We players are not strong enough." Roland explained, "I personally don't object to what you want to do, and I don't have any good feelings about the nobles and national system of this world. But now really isn't the time. "
"You mean we're not strong enough?" Ziegfeld asked slowly.
Roland nodded.
Siegfried said with a smile, "Don't worry. We've considered that too. After all, we need guns. We've all learned politics and we all know that. That's why we're still in the accumulation stage, and we don't have any plans to take action. "
Roland was relieved to hear that.
However, he was curious. "How many people have you recruited?"
"More than a thousand players have joined our Union." Ziegfeld smiled and said, "There are already more than ten thousand people living with us in the suburbs. We burned the forest to make the fields, cut the mountains and cut the rivers, and have built a small town. It's a town that is run according to our system. "
Hearing that, Roland gasped. "More than ten thousand people?"
Ziegfeld nodded in satisfaction.
"That's a big target," Roland mumbled. "I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen."
"That's fine. We've taken that into consideration. We'll deal with whatever comes our way." Ziegfeld smiled. "We know the quality of the soldiers of the lords nearby. We're not scared."
"No." Roland shook his head. "I'm scared that the gods will get involved."
After a brief silence, Ziegfeld said, "I'm personally worried, too. That's why we live in the suburbs and try not to deal with the believers of the gods."
Roland drank the fruit wine in silence.
Looking at Roland for a while, Ziegfeld asked, "Roland, are you willing to join us?"
Roland thought for a moment and replied, "Can I consider it for a few days?"
"Of course. You can find us in the suburbs after you think it through. It's easy to find us." Ziegfeld smiled and stood up. "It's getting late. I need to return the salt to the town."
That was the advantage of the system Backpack. Nobody could see or rob him of what he carried.
After Ziegfeld left, Roland finished his fruit wine and asked the bartender for directions to the Chamber of Commerce. Then, he walked out of the tavern and slowly walked on the street.
This was a busy commercial city. As he walked, Roland considered what Ziegfeld said just now.
What Ziegfeld and his companions did was undoubtedly righteous, but they were too hasty.
Now, they had already copied the system and ideology, and even built a small town.
They were efficient, but they weren't strong enough.
Most importantly, they had already revealed their intentions by doing so. If they were discovered, the gods would definitely be wary of such thoughts in the future.
By then, it would be much more difficult for them to disseminate the ideas.
He hoped that he was overthinking …
As he walked, Roland reached the gate of the Chamber of Commerce.
He was just about to ask the guard outside if there was a man called Rollaford here, but he suddenly stopped.
But before he said anything, a young man walked out and waved at Roland with a smile. "Roland, over here."
Roland walked to him and asked, "Rollaford?"
The player nodded. He simply took out a black gem from his system Backpack and said, "This can help you find the Red Magic Tower."
Roland gave him ten gold coins.
The two parties exchanged the gold coins.
After receiving the gold coins, the player was about to leave, but he turned around and asked, "Right, are you willing to be hired by us players?"
Roland was confused. "We have the system Backpack. Even if we are merchants, we don't have to worry that our goods will be robbed as long as we are players."
Rollaford shook his head. "It's not about the trade route. Our boss received a blue quest and was stuck at a certain step. He needed a translator. We asked a lot of people for help, but none of them knew what the words meant. “
Oh, so it was his Character Proficiency that caught his eye.
"Is the quest troublesome?"
"Not really. We'll pay you. How about one gold coin? " Rollaford thought for a moment and continued, "Also, the quest should give a lot of EXP. After all, it's a blue quest."
"Okay." Roland nodded.
As expected of a merchant, he immediately noticed Roland's need. Roland didn't care about one gold coin, but he had to get EXP.
At this moment, Roland was neither short of money nor EXP.
Rollaford smiled and said, "Great. The quest that's stuck us for five days should be resolved."
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