ATPnovel Chapter 93 Want me? You'll need to have the means...
Chapter 93 Want me? You'll need to have the means...
Chapter 93 Want me? You'll need to have the means...
"What's there to be afraid of? I'll quit if I want to. I'm fed up with this job already!"
In the tough guy team, one of the rangers got excited as soon as he started talking. The hunting grounds were originally a group of players who cooperated in hunting monsters. In the north, where there were few cities but the grasslands and forests were vast, hunting monsters was the best way for unregistered players to make money quickly, so naturally some players started to try it at first.
This group of people, if not veterans, are certainly old-timers, but what was the result?
So many years have passed, and the promised extraordinary achievements have been repeatedly delayed. Those who were among the first to become high-level warriors have never said anything about stopping or waiting for them.
The initial idea was to concentrate resources to cultivate a group of high-level players who could directly combat Warcraft, then use these high-level players to boost the economy, and then subsidize the support staff. But will this actually happen?
Humans are never satisfied. Theoretically, if a high-level player reaches level 10 or 15, shouldn't they hunt low-level monsters to help their teammates catch up? Or perhaps help other mid- to low-level members level up first?
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is unfeasible. High-level players want to reach level 15 after reaching level 10, and then want to reach even higher after reaching level 15. According to them, only by reaching a higher level can they hunt higher-level monsters and better support their subordinates. But what is the result?
In the hunting grounds, the level gap between high-level players and their support staff is almost ten levels. Even a veteran like Brother Meng, who has been around for eight years, hasn't been able to get a chance to become a superhuman. That's the nature of this guild.
"Brother Mighty, think about all the effort you've put in over the years. Everyone has seen it. Many veterans have been forced to leave the guild because of the numerous deaths. You're highly skilled and experienced, and you've rarely had any mishaps over the years. But even so, they haven't offered you a high-level opportunity because of your contributions. It's the same this time. You risked losing the mission by telling them the secret. Do you believe they'll compensate you later?"
The tough guy curled his lip. He didn't believe Jill at all. These guys were no different from the bosses who made empty promises in his previous life. He remembered how enthusiastic everyone was when he first joined the team. Over the years, as the level gap widened, how long has it been since those high-level players called him "Brother Tough Guy"?
Without realizing it, they were all treating themselves like servants.
He just knew that resisting was futile; he wasn't stupid...
"Since we've all decided to do it, let's go all out!" the muscular man gritted his teeth. "Have you thought this through? If we're discovered, we could easily become enemies!"
"Fake it!" several rangers roared. Over the years, most of them had lost seven or eight lives. They might as well take this opportunity to fight for the extraordinary and have more lives in the future.
"Alright!" The tough guy was unusually tough for once. Anyway, he didn't have any burdens in this life. At worst... if the guild leader and the others guarded his corpse, he could just start over. It seemed that he died five years ago, but he hadn't improved much in the past five years. Even if he went back to five years ago, there wouldn't be much difference.
Is this the courage of someone who's barefoot and unafraid of those wearing shoes?
"Let's go to the forest that night..."
After the "Macho Man," several more groups of players approached Bright. Bright used the same trick as before, deceiving these groups of players and signing confidentiality agreements. Bright wasn't sure if everyone would refrain from reporting to their own guild for personal reasons, but that didn't matter. As long as most people were willing to have selfish motives, the guild could be dismantled. Bright was very confident about this.
Unless they are mentally unstable, the exploited lower and middle classes have no reason not to want to change their fate.
After sending off the sixth group of players, he received news that Lady Eliza was going out of the city to meet with the imperial envoy from Beth. The main topic of discussion was the ransom of Knight Peter. In this regard, Mirandil clearly delegated the power to Eliza, giving her the initiative in dealing with the nobles of the Beth Empire.
Two days have passed since the shadow fell, and Eliza hasn't contacted him even once.
Bright rubbed his fingers habitually, his mind still filled with mixed feelings. Just over ten days ago, he was still relying on his ally, but now it seemed that they had new plans. He didn't know where they would end up in the future.
The most crucial thing is that child. I can let any kind of supernatural power parasitize that child, but the problem is that the child is with Eliza every day now. Could this actually be detrimental to me?
You also shouldn't use Rain Woman or Wang Gou Dan to deliberately monitor them, as this would lower your image. The image you create is simply that of a mysterious NPC who can provide them with valuable intelligence at any time, nothing more.
Let's just hope this city lord's wife hasn't chosen the wrong path...
Just as Bright was thinking this, Mrs. Eliza was leisurely looking at a familiar face in the dungeon.
It was Peter the Knight who had been captured once again.
"We meet again, my knight..." Eliza sipped her scarlet wine, her alluring red lips leaving a mark on the glass. In the darkness, for some reason, she instilled a sense of fear in Peter, who had previously been quite arrogant.
His intuition told him that the woman in front of him seemed to have undergone some terrible change.
"You'll be free soon, are you happy?" Eliza asked with a smile.
Peter remained silent. He wasn't actually very happy. Eliza had deliberately sent someone to tell him about what was happening outside. He knew clearly that the Duke of the Raven had gone to great lengths to pressure Mirandil and even lost a diplomat, all in an attempt to take him away.
Is it because I am very important to that duke?
No... it's that his information is very important to the Duke; to be precise, it's that the Duke believes he possesses information that is very important to him.
Actually, no...
Many years ago, he knew that what the Duke wanted to know was the secret of the forest, and whether there was a shortcut from Holy Stone City to the forest.
Actually, I knew the outcome a long time ago. The Beth Empire has always been open to the outside world. If there were a secret to entering that forest, it would have been exposed long ago. Why would it have waited until now?
This unrest in Holy Stone City did indeed originate from the believers in the forest, but he had spent a long time with them and knew one thing: although they could obtain the so-called power of the Earth Mother through strange means, they actually had no information about entering the forest. They didn't even know if the thing that gave them power came from the forest.
Moreover, I only sought cooperation at the time and did not understand their system. To be honest, if I go back now with only this little bit of information, I will be completely sorry for the price that the Duke has paid to redeem me these past few days.
And if you bring disappointment, your fate is predictable.
He was considered quite successful in his family back then, but he abandoned his hometown and relatives for a woman and came to this southern city. Now he has become a prisoner and has been redeemed by the Duke. If he is not valuable enough, the Duke will never turn his life around for him.
He doesn't even need to punish himself; going back in such a humiliating way would leave him with no motivation to live.
"You don't seem happy, Sir Peter." Eliza leaned back slightly, her stockinged legs gently crossed, and in the candlelight, the glimpse of her dark garden above the stockings drew Peter's gaze like a magnet.
"What... exactly are you trying to say?"
"I'd like to say that you might consider becoming my knight in shining armor," Eliza said with a smile.
"You want me to betray His Majesty the Duke?" Peter sneered.
"Is it funny?" Eliza looked incomprehensible and put down her glass of red wine. "His Excellency the Duke is a great man, but you are not. Your only use to the Duke is information, but I believe you don't have the information he wants, right?"
Peter: "...
"If that's the case, you're worthless to that important person, but you're very useful to me!"
"Am I useful to you?" Peter chuckled through gritted teeth. "In what way? Like listening to you moan outside the room?"
"I'm so sorry..." Eliza looked earnestly at the other person with her bright green eyes: "I never thought you would actually target me. I always thought you were just like any other knight."
"Like a regular knight?"
"You don't think all knights can become nobles, do you?" Eliza swayed closer, her alluring figure beneath her long black dress driving Peter to the brink of madness with thirst.
"Want me? You'll have to offer something, won't you?" Eliza chuckled. "This world isn't a play or a novel. You don't actually believe a noblewoman falling in love with her knight exists, do you?"
Peter: "...
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"Martin is a good-for-nothing, but he's a viscount. Why can he have me in bed while you can only eavesdrop outside? Because you don't have a title!" Eliza laughed. "Isn't that a simple truth? If you were also a viscount, and still admired me so much, would I be crazy enough to choose a limp bastard who can't even last three minutes?"
Peter stared intently at her. He knew this all too well, but hearing it from the goddess he had always admired made him feel broken.
"You want me?" Eliza asked again.
"I think so!" Peter said, his breath heavy.
"Then you'll offer something of value." Eliza stood up. "I'll give you some information so you won't be completely abandoned by Duke Raven, but whether you can become my man afterward depends on your abilities. What do you think of this deal?"
"What level of quality do I have to be for you to feel I'm worth the price?"
Eliza smiled slightly: "I was despised by my family and fled here in a sorry state. The South is not my home after all. I also want to go back in glory. When can you do that so that I can become your woman and look down on my family, my father, and my hateful sisters? Then I will definitely let you play with me."
Dog Egg, lurking in the shadows, listened in a daze. "Well... it sounds realistic, but isn't it a bit too blunt, sister? A lot of things lose their charm when they're too straightforward."
"Okay!" Peter stood up, his breathing heavy as if he were on fire. "Give me some time..."
"Of course, all I have left is time." Eliza turned around, waved her hand, and walked out of the cell. Outside, it was already dawn. She was about to see her father, whom she hadn't dared to write a letter to for five or six years.
But this time, Eliza's face showed no fear, but rather a hint of amusement and anticipation.
"You too," Eliza said suddenly to Wang Gou Dan as she walked out of the cell.
Wang Gou Dan: "?"