There would always be gloomy times in life. For Remnant Dream, today was very gloomy, very gloomy.
Back then, Remnant Dream had been bullied by Gu Fei at the Resurrection Point and chased all over the streets. Remnant Dream had thought that she was already very unlucky. However, compared to today, she was too embarrassed to talk about those trivial losses.
Because of the PK points, Remnant Dream, who was level 40, had now fallen to level 36. At this level, Remnant Dream's loss of one level was greater than the loss of all his previous levels.
Because of the PK points, Remnant Dream had already dropped a total of five pieces of equipment. Among them, Long Death and Short Sigh was an extraordinary item. Remnant Dream had never used it before, and it had dropped just like that. The other three weren't as precious, but added together, they were worth hundreds of gold coins.
Still because of the PK points, the gloominess didn't seem to end there. As long as he didn't go offline, Gu Fei would know where he was at any time and could chase after him at any time. And even if he went offline, Remnant Dream thought of the Thief just now. That guy couldn't have been touching him all this time, right? Such perseverance and perseverance made Remnant Dream feel terrified. He realized that going offline was equivalent to exposing his position. That guy must be very patient and waiting for him to come back online.
Remnant Dream recognized Sword Demon.
He knew that he was the number one expert in the online gaming world back then, and he also knew that he was one of the victims of his PK gold farming in the parallel world. He had absolute reasons to support playing Remnant Dream to death.
However, Remnant Dream wasn't thinking about how to avoid trouble at this time. He was still thinking about how to plot against Gu Fei. Because he had to get back Long Death and Short Sigh.
Not because of any obsession, but because of his job.
Remnant Dream was a member of the gold farming studio. His game equipment and account were all provided by the studio boss, who also paid him regularly. And the first thing he had to do was help the boss earn money in the game, earn money, and earn money. Killing people to drop top-grade equipment? This was just one of their ways of making money.
From this point of view, Long Death and Short Sigh actually didn't belong to Remnant Dream. These were all things that had to be handed over to the boss, and it was up to him to decide whether to keep or not. The more valuable the item, the more it was like this.
It was just that this was the first time Remnant Dream had ever obtained such an exquisite item. In a moment of selfishness, she wanted to earn some extra income from it, so she secretly kept it. He didn't dare to use it himself. He just wanted to find an opportunity to sell it and exchange it for money.
Auction house? Exchange? None of these places would do. When the items were displayed, his name would also be displayed. This kind of private behavior was a taboo in the studio. Once the news got out, it was inevitable that they would be fired. A game was a game, but right now, Remnant Dream was trying to make a living, so he couldn't be careless.
Of course, Remnant Dream had kept this equipment a secret from his colleagues. The only ones who knew about it were two of his private partners, not his colleagues. At this time, Remnant Dream desperately wanted to take back the money, but she couldn't rely on the power of their studio. Because their rule was to report as soon as they obtained anything valuable. No one knew about the existence of the money. At this time, when Remnant Dream reported it, it had already exploded … Everyone who worked in this field would understand what Remnant Dream was doing.
If it had exploded just like that, and the other party took it and used it silently, Remnant Dream wouldn't be so nervous. But the problem was that he believed that the other party wouldn't do so.
This group of people was already notorious in Cloud City. Just thinking about them made people's teeth itch. Say, how satisfying would it be to get the exquisite equipment from the hands of this group of people? Just based on this, Remnant Dream reckoned that this guy would find an opportunity to publicize it everywhere. Once the wind blew, not only would the outside be scolded like a street rat, but the inside would also be eradicated because of corruption. Otherwise, why would Remnant Dream be so gloomy today?
The most important thing was to quickly snatch the long and short sigh back. Recover this stolen item, quickly hand it over to the organization, and then everything would be fine. Now that you're empty-handed, no one will believe you even if you report that the equipment you've obtained has been destroyed. At this time, Remnant Dream didn't want to take back the money. He just wanted to keep his job. As for the series of problems such as the decrease in trust after this matter, he would think about it later!
Remnant Dream activated Stealth and scurried on the street. This time, he didn't dare to be careless. He walked like he was drifting. At the same time, he sent a message to two friends. "Don't go to the city gate …"
"You died again …" His friends mourned for him.
"Yeah. Where are you guys? I'll go find you! "Remnant Dream needed to keep moving at this time.
"Just past the central square, Pike Street," his friend said.
"I'll come. Do you have any clothes?" Remnant Dream asked.
"What, your butt was exposed?"
Remnant Dream cried bitterly. Just now, Sword Demon's knife had pierced through his clothes. When he revived at the resurrection point, he was wearing clothes that stuck to his flesh. Needless to say, it was embarrassing. Remnant Dream felt that it would look better if he wore underwear and ran naked.
Fortunately, he knew Stealth! Remnant Dream was really a happy-go-lucky person. He had fallen to this point, but he was still good at finding humor in the ordinary.
The two sides met on Pike Street. Remnant Dream didn't show himself. He continued to maintain Stealth and said to his friend, "I'm coming. I'm here!"
His friend naturally couldn't see him. He could only hear that his voice was very erratic, going left and then right.
"Can't you just stand properly?" His friend was puzzled. From the sound, Remnant Dream seemed to be circling the two of them.
"No, it's dangerous! You two don't talk nonsense. Pretend you don't know I'm here. Let's continue to talk. "Remnant Dream was very vigilant. 'Perhaps the Sword Ghost is nearby,' he thought.
"You guys continue walking. I'll follow behind you," Remnant Dream said.
So the two friends started walking. Remnant Dream asked, "Have you found the right person?"
"I've sent out a mission announcement, but no one has replied yet. Let's wait. How about we go to the mercenary building and wait?"
Remnant Dream needed to attack Gu Fei, but he didn't have enough people. Gu Fei obviously wasn't someone that could be beaten to death by a team of ten or so people. He had no choice but to find help from outsiders. Hiring mercenaries was naturally the simplest and most effective way.
But the problem was that Remnant Dream wanted to hire people to do PK. A considerable number of mercenary players who played a peaceful game wouldn't accept this kind of mission. Some large mercenary groups paid more attention to their own image and publicly stated that they wouldn't accept such missions that were detrimental to the unity of the people. But people who understood the situation knew that publicly stated that they wouldn't accept such missions in public. If there was such a mission, they would talk about it in private.
Missions for PK players, of course, couldn't be released through the system. But how could this be a problem for intelligent players?
In Cloud City, there was a mission to "teach Paddy Keith a lesson." This mission was extremely easy and didn't require help at all. Releasing this mission for help meant that he was looking for someone to help him PK. Paddy Keith, in English, was Paddy Keith. It was abbreviated as PK! After the mercenary group saw this kind of mission, if they were interested, they would contact the other party and discuss the real deal in private.
At this time, Remnant Dream asked a friend to help release a mission to "teach Paddy Keith a lesson" and clearly indicated the type of player needed.
It was difficult to deal with Gu Fei, mainly because he ran too fast and could teleport. Long-range players couldn't kite him, melee players were in danger of being kited, and he could detect Thieves' stealth. After thinking about it, Remnant Dream felt that the safest and most effective way was this: traps.
Currently, the probability of traps being exposed was relatively high, but players had already mastered the skill of burying their own traps. If it was just one trap, the probability of stepping on it was much lower than not stepping on it. But what if there were many traps?
Therefore, this time, the mercenary mission released by Remnant Dream emphasized that multiple high-level players with excellent trap skills were needed.
It would be great if there was a group of players who were good at playing traps and formed a mercenary group. Maybe they would often work together and cooperate to create some more exquisite trap formations. Remnant Dream thought so.
At present, the more famous cooperation formations in Cloud City were the Mage Formation of Singing to Wine and the Arrow Formation of Crisscrossing the Four Seas. If these two groups set up an ambush, Remnant Dream felt that it would be a great threat. But the problem was that these two were big mercenary groups under the big guilds, and the fees were all over the place. Moreover, there were many experts in the big guilds, and some of them were Remnant Dream's customers. Although he tried to hide every sneak attack, there were, after all, guys like Sword Demon who spied on him in an instant. If he happened to run into such a guy, wouldn't he be walking right into a trap?
Therefore, traps were economical, safe, and practical. He just didn't know if he could recruit people.
As he walked toward the mercenary building, a friend suddenly sent him a message. "Someone contacted me!"
"Oh?"
"It's a mercenary group. He said that most of them are skilled trap masters!!!"
"Really?" Remnant Dream was very surprised. In fact, he was fantasizing about such a group because the current power of traps was really limited. One person could only throw one, and when activated, he could only catch one. It was not yet the time to accompany a trap army. He didn't know which expert was so knowledgeable to start training so early!
"Where is he?" Remnant Dream asked.
"He's in the building, waiting for us!" His friend said.
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[Butterfly Knot: There are many traps and dangers. Do you feel the suspense, students?]
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