Nodding indifferently, the strong mercenary Chide slowly stood up and prepared to go out and solve the trouble.
"Wait a minute, you said there are two fourth-level people coming? One elf and one half-orc?"
But at this time, the blue-robed mage Oban, who had been silently arranging the magic circle before, ended his work and spoke with a somewhat surprised tone.
"What, what's the problem?"
Spinning a rose gold coin between his fingers, the elf glanced at him.
"When I was trading with that poor guy just now, there were indeed two fourth-level professionals following me nearby. One was an elf and the other was a half-cat. They seemed to have used strange items to isolate the atmosphere.
But unfortunately, that is ineffective against the special detection secret method that I solidified. Before I left, I specially left some 'gifts' for them, but now it seems that it may not be effective."
Taking out an eternal self-cleaning handkerchief, Oban elegantly wiped the traces of magic materials left behind when arranging the magic circle on his hand. At the same time, the magic circle automatically started running, and streaks of light streaked through the air.
"If you can, don't kill them, Chide. Bring them here. I want to find out how my whereabouts were exposed."
"Understood."
Chide nodded, pushed open the thick magic door in the basement, and disappeared up the stairs.
A few minutes later, Chide, who had captured the two of them through mental arithmetic and unintentional calculations, returned.
"Don't kill us, I am a member of His Excellency Anvis Olivendi! And she and I are both strangers, the kind that can be resurrected! If you are worried about me leaking your information, I can also sign a magic contract with you
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After waking up, the last dragonborn immediately spoke loudly.
At the same time, fearing that the other party would not understand, he finished speaking in Imperial language and then repeated it in Federal language.
When the trap was suddenly triggered before, he knew something was wrong. As a lone mage player, whether it is survival in the wild or exploring ruins, all kinds of magic traps are something that must be mastered.
The trap that he couldn't detect in advance could only mean one thing: the other party's level was more than a little bit higher than his.
"..."
Listening to his unique way of begging for mercy, several people in the room looked at each other and saw a bit of novelty and helplessness in each other's eyes.
As time goes by, everyone has become familiar with the strange characteristics of strangers.
It is known that strangers can be resurrected.
Although this resurrection is not unlimited, the Stranger cannot be completely killed by any known method until the number of deaths is exhausted.
And no one can sense how many times a stranger has left to die.
Therefore, for these strangers, if it is not necessary, they are actually not willing to easily form a deadly feud.
"...I can't even take off the one that's close to my body. I'm really a stranger."
After a brief inspection, the elf ranger took back the dagger he used to pick up his clothes and came to a firm conclusion.
"You just said that you are from Olivendi?"
Staring at the calm-looking last dragonborn, the blue-robed mage suddenly smiled.
"We need a proof. If you can contact the master behind you now, then I can make the decision to let you go."
"Yes, but I can't guarantee that Mr. Anvis will be free now."
Looking at the three red-named monsters of level??? around him, the Last Dragonborn spoke cautiously.
"It doesn't matter, you still have three days to contact him until you can contact him."
Oban raised three fingers and shook them in front of the last dragonborn.
"I know you can be resurrected, but I also know that your number of resurrections is limited. So, start now and don't wait until our patience runs out."
"The reason why you asked me to contact the boss is related to the whereabouts of the Sword of Choosing the King, right?"
Under the close surveillance of the three people, the last Dragonborn slowly took out Avis' communication crystal ball.
But at this moment, he suddenly asked without warning, and at the same time turned his head and stared into the eyes of the strong red-haired man.
Among the three people, he seems to have the simplest mind.
"How did you..."
The complexion of the red-haired burly man Chide suddenly changed, and he blurted out the words almost instantly before reacting.
At the same time, the two people next to him turned their faces away, feeling ashamed to be in this guy's company.
"You're right. Now, we don't need to hide anything. But don't let it happen again. I won't repeat this warning."
With a sullen warning, Oban stared at the last dragonborn, wondering whether he should let him taste the pain.
"I'm very sorry."
With a perfunctory tone and no sincerity, the last dragonborn picked up the crystal ball and placed it on the table. Suddenly he paused again and tilted his head to glance at the mage.
"By the way, do you need any help?"
"Contact me immediately, immediately!"
Auburn directly threw a pain curse in the past.
"Okay, okay."
Looking at the task of contacting Anvis that popped up on the panel, the last dragonborn activated the crystal ball with satisfaction as he felt a tingling sensation all over his body.
For a moment, the image of a blond boy wearing a college uniform appeared in the crystal ball.
The young man was in a study room, and the other person seemed to be reviewing some documents just now.
"Rivers? Why did you contact me suddenly?"
Staring at the last dragonborn in the crystal ball, Anvis put down his quill, feeling a little confused.
Previously, after adding new redeemable pets to the Mystery Society and improving the camp's attractiveness, he is now solving the 'employment' problem of his players.
The Gloria Empire is different from the Federation in that the overall environment has always maintained a long-term state of peace. There may occasionally be bandits and beasts raging, but they are not serious.
This has resulted in many players not being able to find monster spawns and having to run around taking on scattered tasks to make a living.
However, players need experience to upgrade and contribute to exchange equipment and supplies. These are rigid needs. If they cannot be met, it will easily lead to turmoil over time.
So, Avis found a new solution for them.
That is the construction and production task.
According to Avis's research, when players build some large buildings that require the use of magic, the tasks that pop up on the panel are all C-level or above, and the experience points rewarded are not low.
At the same time, if you produce goods for a long time, you can also get a small amount of experience points. The total amount of experience is based on the manufacturing difficulty and production quantity.
Therefore, Anwes arranged for players to go to remote areas of the Karras province to open up forests and wastelands, build many new construction factories and supporting living towns, and then send them to work, and their wages were paid with camp contribution points.
With this operation, almost all problems are solved.
Develop and build a new city from scratch in the wild, with countless large and small tasks and opportunities. Whether you are an ambitious player or a Buddhist-style player, you can find your place.
The players received experience and rewards, and Avis received the goods produced by the players, and also consumed the players' energy to prevent them from having too much energy and causing trouble everywhere.
At the same time, many mid-level and low-level players have calculated that if they do not go to the Federation to participate in the war, then taking over the city construction task of the Conclave seems to be the most efficient choice.
As a result, everything began to proceed in an orderly manner. What Anvis had just done was planning the specific location of the next new city.