The official announcement stated that the person responsible for the registration and establishment of the guild was a high-ranking noble. Most people had to be famous to meet him, but Schuck had already met him several times.
It seemed that F6 could really take the honor of being the first to establish a guild in the game this time.
Thinking of this, everyone was a little excited, and smiles hung on their faces. After all, they were all young people, and who didn't like to be in the limelight?
But Betta, who was sitting on the side, quickly discovered a blind spot. He looked at everyone and said, "There are clearly seven of us here. Why is it called F6? Shouldn't it be F7?"
The other six people looked at each other, and in the end, all their eyes fell on Schuck's face.
Schuck stood up, sat next to his cousin, put his arm around his shoulder, and said, "The six of us have been playing together since we were little. No matter what game we play, as long as we establish a guild, it's F6, and it's never changed. It's been a decade, almost twenty years. We don't want to change this practice and habit randomly. "
"I see." Betta scratched his head, feeling a little disappointed. He thought that he had successfully become one with these people.
Then he also felt that it was normal. He had only been here for less than two months, and these people had grown up playing together with him for nearly twenty years. Naturally, their relationship was incomparable.
Although he understood, Betta still felt a little uncomfortable. He always felt like he was being excluded.
Schuck continued to comfort him. "You're our non-staff member, the very important kind. Besides, think about it, it's already common knowledge that there are five of the four kings, and it's easy to understand that F6 actually has seven people, right? "
Betta rolled his eyes at his cousin helplessly and said, "Do you think I'm easy to fool because I'm a three-year-old?"
Schuck chuckled and let the matter pass.
Then, Schuck explained the identity of Torrey Bourson, who was the chairman of the Guild of Mercenaries. Any adventure team that established a guild had to pay a visit to the Guild of Mercenaries, which was probably why the system made this NPC a registrant.
As for why Schuck could talk to him, the reason was simple. First, Schuck had high Charisma, and second, Schuck was a Saint Samurai, a profession like Saint Samurai, in the eyes of the world, was equal to a high-ranking noble.
They chatted for a while, and the more they talked, the more excited they became.
He even drank some beer.
This was something that could not be helped. They had been playing games together for more than ten years. Although they had changed games many times, they had only been playing before. They had never done anything big in the game. Now that they had achieved something big, they could not help but brag to each other.
He drank until noon. Feeling a little dizzy, Roland staggered out of the cold drink bar. Instead of riding a public bike, he walked home slowly.
Beer wasn't easy to get drunk. When Roland returned home, he was completely sober.
He logged into the forum again. There were more and more posts about the guild.
Many people were wondering what the basic functions of a guild were!
Most people thought that it should be long-distance communication.
Roland agreed.
The map of the game was too big, and the players were too scattered, making communication extremely inconvenient.
Although many players liked to explore and interact with NPCs, more people preferred to play with their friends and familiar people.
The concept of community existed all the time, and the values of the players and the local residents of the game world were very different, so it was not easy to talk to each other.
In addition to the discussion posts about the guild, there were also many experience posts, such as some people analyzing how a Warrior should add points, choose specialties, and how to attack in a battle.
And some people posted a lot about the culture and scenery around the city, as well as the customs.
These things were quite interesting to Roland.
Then, a strange post caught his attention.
What a terrible errand quest!
The general content was about a male player who unintentionally received a delivery mission from a small village to another village.
At first, he thought that it was just a simple quest. After delivering the letter, he would receive three silver coins. After accepting the quest, it took him three days to deliver the letter to the destination. But it was not over. After the recipient received the letter and read it, he was given the quest reward and asked to deliver a new letter to the next location.
It would be a fool not to accept a quest. With this thought, the player accepted a new letter delivery quest.
But he never expected that it would be a serial letter delivery quest.
After that, every time he delivered the letter to a new destination, the new recipient, after reading the letter, would ask him to deliver a new letter to someone.
Since the beginning of the game, he had walked from the northern border of Hollevin to the central area of Hollevin.
During this period, he died several times, killed by bandits, bitten to death by beasts, starved to death in the wilderness, and so on. But because the letter was always kept in his Backpack, it would not be lost, and he could always deliver the letter.
Just like that, he now received the seventh letter delivery quest.
For two months, he had been trekking over mountains and rivers, hardly participating in any battles or doing anything else. He just kept on traveling.
The person who issued the quest had also changed from a villager to a minor noble. The EXP he received didn't increase much, but the money he gave was increasing.
In the end, the player sighed and said, "If I keep sending it like this, will I end up giving the letter to the king?"
Many players replied to the post, all expressing their amazement and then asking the poster to record it. They were also curious about who this player would meet in the end.
Because this quest was too interesting.
Roland also left a message, hoping that the poster would record it. He had always had enough respect for people with perseverance like this.
Then he turned off the computer, took a nap, and went to the boxing club.
In the boxing club, he and the coach exchanged blows for more than an hour, and in the end, the coach sat on a chair and panted, while Roland only slightly sweated.
At this moment, the coach looked at Roland as if he were a pervert, and finally he said slowly, "Tai Chi doesn't go out for three years, and boxing kills people in three months!"
"Isn't boxing kills people in three months?" Roland was stunned for a moment and asked rhetorically.
The coach waved his hand and said angrily, "Don't argue with me, as long as you know what I mean. After all, boxing is easy to learn and can be used in combat. You've surpassed me now, and I can see that you've been giving in to me. "
Roland wanted to deny it, but then he thought that the coach should be able to see it, and there was not much point in hiding it, which would only make him look hypocritical.
So he nodded.
He had indeed been giving in to the coach because he found that the coach's movements were a little slower, and the latter's attacks were actually very easy to dodge or parry.
"I have nothing else to teach you." The coach let out a long breath, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said, "Although we are a for-profit teaching institution, and everything we do is to teach people for money, I still want to say that boxing is only for self-defense and for physical fitness. Don't try to be brave! Don't follow in my footsteps! "
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