Chapter 159 158 Mrs. Tracey’s Observation Diary of People from Another World Chapter 158
Chapter 159 158 Mrs. Tracey’s Observation Diary of People from Another World·Issue 1
The players who went to the border city of Bataxin to do a mission and experienced the "Bataxin Massacre" drove their carriages as fast as they could back to the Scarlet Castle. It was already noon the next day.
As of the moment they got off the bus in the camp, the number of young players who had completed the Black Iron Trial had exceeded 7.
Except for Xiao Weiming, they are all the elder brothers in the Happy Stick team.
This is obviously a set of process-based "playing methods" with a very high success rate that has been developed by the cunning guy from Happy Stick.
At this moment, the only factor that limits level 10 players from completing the Black Iron Trial is no longer personal strength and skill polishing. Instead, the inventory of burning fire oil in Tris's alchemy hut is already in danger.
After all, Tris is now the noble Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture Clan, and dealing with clan affairs has taken up part of her time every day. In addition, Tris stubbornly refuses to work overtime, which has resulted in her alchemy hut not preparing new goods for several days.
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Xiaowei Ming and Happy Stick's strategies have had a wonderful effect on this point.
Because both the Vampire Elegy bullets used by gunmen and the kerosene needed by melee combatants came from alchemists. After a wise man pointed this out, the alchemy hut was almost overcrowded by players.
The scene shocked the salespeople Tris hired specifically.
Quickly send a message to the Blood Vulture Corridor, saying that Lord Murphy's warriors have lined up to purchase alchemical fire oil. The purchase quantity is very large, the scene is very scary, and no one knows that these warriors have hoarded so much that they can burn the ruins all over again.
What is the purpose of burning kerosene?
But I always feel a little scared.
After Murphy learned this "little anecdote", he couldn't help but pay a moment of silence to the ghoul leaders in the sewers of the ruins of Cadman City.
He can already predict that for a long time in the future, those elite ghouls born in the disaster will be at the top of the "player's favorite monster" rankings, until the next unlucky guy's targeted tactics
until it is developed.
However, Murphy had no intention of intervening in this increasingly heated situation.
The reason is also very simple.
Although Happy Stick said on the forum that the play style he developed was stuck with a BUG, in Murphy's view, this is not actually a BUG.
After all, in the long-popular Black Iron Trial ritual in the mainland, there is no explicit prohibition that the trialist cannot accept help from others before starting the battle. In fact, the only focus of the Black Iron Trial is to go through difficult battles and open the hidden secrets.
Potential, not victory itself.
From this perspective, there is no problem at all with Happy Stick’s strategy.
Apart from anything else, if you are really a novice player, even if you buy kerosene and successfully seduce the elite into the trap, it will be very difficult to handle the next physical sword fight by yourself. The black iron-level elite creature
No matter how it is weakened, it is still extremely dangerous for professionals.
Therefore, Murphy will only feel that his young players have finally understood the game, and will not specifically "fix" this BUG.
But it's clear that other people are very unhappy about this.
For example, here is His Excellency the Blood Vulture Archduke who is "acting up" in Murphy's office.
"You! I order you to take care of your warriors! When my little shabby shop opens, what I sell, and how much it sells are all decided by me as the shop owner! Why should I work overtime to prepare burning kerosene for them?
And bullets specifically designed to hunt vampires?
I'm a vampire myself, okay? This is tantamount to asking me to sell the noose to hang myself! I won't do it!
If word of this gets out, other clan leaders will laugh at you!
I can't afford to lose this person!
You drove them away immediately, and the little girl I hired was frightened by them!"
Tris slapped the table fiercely and yelled at Murphy.
It was obvious that she was depressed because the booming business at the alchemy hut directly affected His Excellency the Grand Duke's fishing time.
Murphy maintained the elegant posture of a handsome man and listened to Tris's complaints. Then he crossed his fingers to support his chin and said with a smile:
"But my warriors bought kerosene to clear the threats in the sewers faster. You also know, Your Excellency, unless the number of ghouls in the city's sewers is reduced to a certain level, we will continue to carry out large-scale construction in the ruined areas.
It's impossible to put it on the agenda.
I even have to praise them for doing a good job and knowing how to use fire to fight evil spirits.
Could it be that, Your Excellency, Grand Duke, don’t you want to see the people under your command return to productive life more quickly? Aren’t you pleased with the ingenuity and fighting wisdom of your reservists?”
"But I don't have that much time to make kerosene for them! Although the principle of that thing is simple, its preparation is too time-consuming."
It was not easy for Tris to refute Murphy for such an "absolutely correct" reason. She rolled her eyes and decided to use "magic to fight magic", so she said angrily:
"Besides, I am still the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture and have to deal with the internal affairs of the clan. I am so devoted to my job, do you want me to put aside my responsibilities to the clan and go and be responsible for the logistics for your warriors? This is not right, right?
You see, a group of Blood Vulture members will soon return to our family.
I still have to appease them, ask them for more details, and confirm whether 'Countess Cecilia' really exists and her current identity.
That’s right!
This is what Duke Blood Vulture should do!
Instead of hiding in an alchemy hut, preparing some damn kerosene like a miserable downtrodden apprentice!"
The more Tris talked, the more reasonable she felt.
Her tone was vain, she raised her head proudly and said to Murphy:
"So, as the leader of the clan, I order you to get this matter done as soon as possible!"
"Actually, this matter is easily solved."
Murphy looked at Tris with a subtle look, he coughed and said:
"There are also people among my warriors who are very curious about alchemy, such as Pigeon Bao. Isn't he already an alchemist apprentice?
As long as our great Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture is willing to spend more than ten minutes a day to give them guidance, I believe that not only the shortage of kerosene and special ammunition can be solved quickly, but also your private property, that is, the business of the alchemy hut.
Getting better and better.
In this way, you will have more money to spend on your favorite wine collection business, instead of just relying on the pitiful patriarch's allowance.
I have said before that we must learn to use my warriors in the correct way, Tris, you don’t want to let such a good labor force go."
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Tris waved her hands to interrupt Murphy's lecture. She had to admit that Murphy's ghost idea was indeed a good one.
Alchemical Fire Oil and Vampire's Elegy are not considered high-end alchemy. They are even simple enough that any alchemist apprentice can handle them. It just takes a little more time.
With the enthusiasm and learning ability of the little players, she really only needs some guidance to help her run her own store.
This is indeed a win-win solution
No, win-win-win!
Tris's troubles were solved, the young players got a stable supply of alchemy items and could pass the Black Iron Trial faster and better, and Murphy also got the first batch of player alchemists.
Everyone will be happy except the elite ghouls in the sewers.
But considering that ghouls have no brains, their opinions never matter.
Creeps!
Especially wild monsters that have their health bars on and are being rewarded by missions have no human rights!
"Snapped"
Tris, who was about to go to "solve the problem", took out a box from her psychic bag and threw it in front of Murphy. She waved her hands and said:
"What you asked for has been prepared for you, but I will only help you this time. As a summoner, you must learn to make your own scepter or hunting whip.
Moreover, although the summoner profession focuses on summoning objects, it itself also belongs to the category of psionic masters. Summoners can basically learn the spells that psionic masters can use, so if you have nothing to do, take a look at the handbook I gave you.
Don’t you like to test your little players?
I will also give you a test in a while, if you can’t pass it haha.”
"etc!"
Murphy suddenly narrowed his eyes. He stood up and looked at Tris and asked:
"Where did you learn the word 'player'? I'm sure I didn't say this word in front of you. Who taught you? I know you have been secretly learning their language, but you can actually understand this word now
Do you mean it?"
"whispering sound"
Tris's face changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
She put her hands on her waist to maintain the movement of leaving, and then made a weird and charming turn back, staring at Murphy with a subtle expression, and answered in Mandarin that became more and more proficient but still had a slight accent:
"You don't really think that for a psychic master like me, that complicated alien language will be an insurmountable learning challenge, do you? Little Murphy, not only do I know that they call themselves players, they call us '
Empixi'.
I also know what our world looks like in their eyes."
"oh?"
Murphy was immediately interested.
He stepped forward and stuck his head out to look around, and after confirming that there was no one else around the office, he closed the door, looked back at Tris, and said:
"Why don't you take this opportunity to introduce to me your research results on the players, Tris."
"Wait a minute, I'll send them a task first."
Cuisi held her calculation orb, skillfully weaving the content she wanted to convey on it, and then used the translation function to complete the translation.
Click Send.
The orbs used by her, Miriam and other NPCs with management functions have been specially delegated with authority. In the current matrix composed of computing orbs, they are in the middle layer of the authority tree. They can send tasks to players, but they also need to go through Murphy.
review.
Therefore, it is not true that Ashina Xiao said that Murphy did not do anything all day long. Murphy spent a lot of time in the day reviewing the content of these tasks and making minor modifications.
For example, now, Murphy has slightly corrected a few grammatical errors in the task written by Tris and then distributed it.
Next to him, Tris played with the calculation orb in her hand and carefully studied the writing process of the mission mode, and then took the drink with ice cubes from Murphy. This was Murphy's trip to Bataxin City.
The local flavor specially brought to Cuisi when she came back from a "business trip".
"Well, this drink is of good quality. Where did you get it?"
Tris blinked and asked:
"It's the ice and fire wine from the Yankees, and it's the best. I haven't had such a good drink in many years."
"The representative of the Thorn Clan prepared a batch for his master. I brought it back and sent it to your room in a moment. There are also a few barrels of 'Frozen Moonlight' specially provided by the royal family. Don't drink it in one go.
It’s done, keep it and savor it slowly.”
Murphy waved his hands and leaned against the classical-style desk, looking at Tris and waiting for her answer.
Tris organized her words and said:
"Your warriors
Those cute, innocent and outspoken little players seem to think that we 'outsiders' are controlled by a mysterious force called the 'Development Group'. They stubbornly believe that we and even the entire world are illusory and are
A projection based on some weird system.
And all of this is the creation of that special force called the 'Development Team'.
This sounds very similar to the concept of "Creation God" promoted in some traditional myths, but it is different. At least young players do not respect the "Development Team" as the Creation God.
Several times I heard them privately scolding a certain "dog planner" in the "development team" for being incompetent. I guess that was one of the gods they believed to be responsible for bringing luck and formulating the rules of the world.
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Secondly, young players are very smart.
Their thinking level is much more active than most civilians in this land and even this world.
They must have gone through large-scale and systematic high-level education. The most terrifying thing is that every one of them is like this. This proves that the civilization they live in has developed to an extremely high level. I can't even imagine the posture of that civilization.
But although they are smart, they have a rather strange 'thinking misunderstanding'.
They seem to feel that all their strange behaviors will be ignored by outsiders, so they will never hide their true thoughts in front of us, so they appear to be very honest.
Even too candid.”
Speaking of this, Tris showed a weird smile and said to Murphy:
"Your warriors will even comment on Adele's figure in front of her. Fortunately, Adele doesn't understand, otherwise she would be very upset about it. Of course, they will do the same to me.
But I'm not used to them.
If you dare to talk in a pornographic tone, you will directly use the silence technique, and they will learn it over time."
"They always do."
Murphy was noncommittal, shrugging his shoulders and saying:
"Every time they compliment me on my handsomeness, I feel embarrassed, but I know it is a compliment from their hearts, so I will happily accept all these comments. Is there anything else? About your 'Outlander' Observation log'."
"have!"
Tris played with the wine glass and said:
"As I just said, they must come from a very ancient civilization!
When I was learning their language, the more I learned, the more I felt that some of the daily expressions they used contained simple but practical wisdom, and I had a feeling that the stage of civilization our world is currently in, Similar references can be found in the history of their world!
They called it 'Medieval'.
It is true that although psychic energy is not a huge influencing factor in their world, the overall progress of civilization is much higher than ours.
This makes me more and more curious about their world
Murphy, you are the first 'local' to have contact with them, aren't you curious about all this?"
"Of course I'm looking into it."
Murphy lowered his head and picked up his cup to hide the change in his expression at this time. He took a sip of the drink, raised his head again, and said to Tris:
"But I don't want to damage their current perception of our world, Tris, so I ask you that at this stage you can only maintain this kind of private observation and cannot actively engage in cross-world civilized conversations with them."
"Why?"
Tris raised her eyebrows and said:
"If they knew that this was true, I believe that the truly adventurous warriors among their huge collective would be even more enthusiastic."
"As you said, their civilization is thousands of years more advanced than our world, which means that the control power of my warriors in their world is beyond our imagination! Tris. A spiritual journey. Games and "contact with another world" in the true sense are two different concepts in the eyes of the superiors.
This is the same in any world.
And I don’t want my cute little players to encounter unnecessary dangers in their world because of me.
This is my bottom line!"
Murphy interrupted Tris' question and persuaded:
"Moreover, I think you underestimated the meaning behind this matter. What I mean is that we are facing an atheistic alien world whose strength is like a god compared to us! I think we 'forerunners of the alien world'
No matter from which point of view, any contact with there should be more cautious, what do you think?
I've heard young players mention a weapon over there when they were joking without restraint.
It is said that only one weapon of that kind can instantly wipe out the entire country as big as Transia. While easily killing millions of people, it can also prevent the birth of any life on this land for hundreds of years.
Isn’t this more threatening than so-called divine magic?”
Murphy put on a serious posture and threatened Tris:
"According to the small players, the quantity of weapons like that is measured in units of 'ten thousand', and as long as necessary, their state machinery can produce more destructive weapons at an extremely fast speed.
arms.
Just the conventional power in their hands is beyond our ability to fight!
Can you imagine making tens of thousands of tons of steel soar into the sky without relying on psychic energy? Can you imagine making man-made objects fly out of the world and into the sea of stars, and observe those stars up close?
They can create high temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees, and can also simulate absolute zero in the true sense!
And I heard that their cutting-edge technology has been able to master the secret of shaping the sun from scratch, even if it only takes a dozen seconds.
The most horrifying thing is that their world has nearly 10 billion people and can support such a huge number of people as the gravel of the starry sea! And our world, even including the inhabitants of the New World and the sea, only has less than one-tenth of this number.
Trish!
You think you know, but you actually have no idea what kind of power you are dealing with!
The forces that exist behind my little players obviously possess the power to rival the gods and change the world. I don't doubt that my warriors will make fun of this kind of thing.
Even if only one-third of what they say is true, that means we are defenseless against them.
So, Tris, we have to be careful."
He walked forward, put his hand on Tris's shoulder, stared into her seductive eyes and said:
"We have enough troubles on our hands, please don't make it more difficult for us two, okay? I'm begging you."
