Everyone looked up and saw a large group of players approaching menacingly.
"What do you want from me?" Sherlock asked curiously. He didn't know this group of people.
"What do you think?" the leading half-elf said in a bad tone.
"Funny!" Sherlock snorted and was about to push through the crowd and leave.
"Is it funny to kill so many of us?"
"When did I..." Sherlock suddenly thought of where this group of people might have come from.
"You remember, right?" the half-elf continued teasing: "The number one druid in the Forgotten Kingdom, the Black Flame Demon Dragon Sherlock, shouldn't he deny it?"
"I'm sorry. It was indeed my fault that I accidentally injured many brothers." Sherlock still felt a little guilty for the players of the same camp who died in his hands, so it was appropriate for him to admit his mistake.
"With just an apology, our lives were in vain?" the half-elf continued: "In the eyes of you high-level professional players, are the lives of us ordinary players so worthless?"
Sherlock said patiently: "Then what do you want?"
"Five thousand gold coins per person, our matter is settled." The half-elf said arrogantly.
"Are you sure you're not joking?" Sherlock's eyes seemed to be looking at a madman.
It is true that he felt guilty, but this was just a symptom of the Madonna's heart attack.
Playing games is not the real world, death is a very common thing.
Besides, if he hadn't killed Asadron, the dragon would have been resurrected, and the Dracolich would have died, and they wouldn't even be able to get plot rewards.
So let alone paying five thousand per person, he would not pay even if it was one gold coin per person.
Not just because he is stingy, but also because of his principles.
"Five thousand gold coins is not much for you professional players. There are less than 50 of us here. You can just sell a piece of equipment."
"And we heard that you sold a total of more than 10 million pieces of equipment and props this time. Our contribution must be part of this."
"That is, without us helping you block the mobs, would you have a chance to kill the BOSS?"
"After defeating the BOSS, he turned around and killed us. Isn't it because he was afraid that we would snatch away the pieces?"
"Yes, if you don't get money today, you won't be able to enter the city."
…
Sherlock could see that this group of people was obviously here to blackmail.
There is always only one way to face this kind of person.
He held the Virgin's coffin at his waist and was about to unsheath his sword, but a pair of hands held him down first.
"Don't be impulsive, people around you are watching." Xinghuo stepped forward and reminded.
"Why don't you just give them the money, which is just over 200,000, and we'll share it," Daenerys said kindly.
"Silly sister, it's not more than two hundred thousand, but more than two million." Squirrel said.
"Isn't it five thousand per person? There are only 50 people here at most."
"There are only 50 people here, but what about the more than 400 people who were killed?" Squirrel asked.
Sherlock later calculated that he had killed 462 players of the same camp. If he chooses to take money now, then the others will definitely not let go of the opportunity to earn five thousand gold coins for nothing.
As for the drops they picked up, except for Dragon Slayer, they were sold for less than 4 million in total. After paying off, there would be nothing left.
"Don't worry, I have discretion." Shylock still took out his Virgin's coffin.
"What do you want to do? This is the gate of the city, and the guards will rush over at any time."
When the group of people saw Sherlock drawing the knife, they were startled and couldn't help but step back.
However, this druid didn't seem to have any intention of attacking them. The sword stopped at the mouth of the scabbard and had not been slashed out for a long time.
He saw a cluster of stars light up on the other person's forehead, and a holy light instantly came into everyone's sight.
In the light, the image of a female priest in a robe slowly appeared, her lips were slightly opened and she began to sing.
Everyone has never heard such a sweet voice. It was so sweet that they couldn't think of anything for a while. They just wanted to be immersed in this song forever.
As long as they can continue to hear singing, they are willing to do anything.
…
"Brother Xia, the effect of your hymn to the Virgin is too strong."
"It's just good luck, the judgment was successful."
"Are you sure you don't want to leave the city with us tomorrow?"
"Well, originally I was planning to test my sewing skills."
"Then Violet and I will log off first. See you tomorrow."
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
"I'm offline too, Uncle Xia."
"See you tomorrow."
On the streets of Wiprintala, white lights representing offline flashes.
When Sherlock opened his eyes again, he was already in the real room.
"Axia, the meal is ready." No. 11 said playfully: "Guess what we're going to eat today?"
"I remember I haven't finished eating the rice cake yet."
"Yes, I haven't finished eating yet, but today is a bit special."
"What, did I add shredded pork to the rice cake?" Sherlock suddenly became interested.
"Axia, can't you have a more luxurious idea?"
"With you here, how dare I have such unreasonable thoughts."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Hey, that's awesome, you can tell the difference with this tone of voice."
"Forget it, it seems A-Xia is not interested in crayfish." No. 11 turned around and left the room.
"Oh, you, a butler robot, have rebelled." Sherlock quickly got up and chased after him.
"Maybe Coke Axia doesn't want to drink it either."
"Hey, hey, it's shameful to waste food."
"If you don't want to eat it, I can give it to the girl next door."
"I will eat it, why shouldn't I eat it? How can I live up to the crayfish carefully cooked by Xiao Eleven?" Sherlock sat down on the chair and said with a smile.
Crayfish with Coke, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten this kind of thing.
If he hadn't made more than 2 million in the Dragon's Coming plot this time, No. 11 would definitely not have allowed him to buy such luxuries as fresh food.
If you want lobster, you can eat the lobster flavored rice cake, but the taste is not the same.
He could imagine the other person's demeanor and tone when he said this.
"By the way, on the 11th, has the car been rented?" Sherlock asked while eating.
"We have made an appointment. You can set off after dinner. Do you need me to accompany you?"
"No, I'll go alone."
"I rented the car for three days in total. You can come back at any time. However, there will be a community exchange meeting two days later, on the afternoon of the 16th. I can set a reminder if you want to attend."
"Is it what you said last time?" Sherlock did remember such a thing: "Okay, I'll come back when I have time."
Their community is all players of the Forgotten Realm, so the exchange meeting will naturally be centered around the game. Even if there is no benefit, it is still good to get to know the neighbors.
But before that, he had to go to the Fifth Ring Road to visit his teacher.
Speaking of which, since he turned into an independent professional player, he has never gone back.
I finally have some savings this time, and there is nothing going on in the game for the time being, so I can just go back for a trip, which can be considered a homecoming.
If possible, he would also like to bring the teacher to live in the Second Ring Road.
