Chapter 493: Chapter 11 The Fox Borrows the Tiger’s Might

“Just two Fourth Rank? I’ll handle it.”

Indifferently, the burly mercenary Chide slowly stood up, ready to go out and resolve the trouble.

“Hold on a second, you said there are two Fourth Rank? One Elf, one Half-Beastman?”

However, at this moment, the Blue Robed Mage Oben, who had been silent while setting up the Array, finished his work and spoke with a tone of surprise.

“What, is there a problem?”

Twirling a Rose Gold Coin between his fingers, the Elf glanced at him.

“Just now, when I was trading with that poor fellow, indeed two Fourth Rank Professionals followed them—an Elf and a Half-Catman, and they seemed to have used a Mysterious Object that isolates aromas.

Unfortunately, it had no effect on my Special Detection Secret Technique. Before leaving, I even left them a ‘gift,’ but it appears it was ineffective.”

Oben took out an Eternal Self-Cleaning Handkerchief, elegantly wiping the residual traces of Spell materials from his hands. Meanwhile, the Array automatically began to operate, with trajectories of flowing light sweeping across in mid-air.

“If possible, do not kill them, Chide. Bring them here, I want to figure out how my movements were exposed.”

“Understood.”

Chide nodded, pushed open the heavy Magic Door of the basement, and his figure disappeared into the ascending staircase.

A few minutes later, under the circumstance where the unwary were facing the wary, Chide managed to capture the two and returned.

“Don’t kill us, I am a man of Lord Anvis Olivendi! And both she and I are foreigners, the kind who can resurrect! If you’re worried about me leaking your information, I can also sign a Magic Contract with you!”

Upon regaining consciousness, the Last Dragon Descendant immediately spoke out loud.

Also, fearing that the other party might not understand, he repeated it again in Federation language after finishing in the Empire language.

He knew something was wrong when they accidentally triggered the trap earlier. As a solo Mage player, whether it was wilderness survival or exploring ruins, mastering various Magic Traps was essential.

If even he couldn’t detect the trap earlier, it only meant one thing: the adversary’s Level was not just a bit higher than his.

“…”

Hearing his unique way of pleading, the few people in the room exchanged glances, each seeing a mix of novelty and helplessness in the eyes of the other.

As time passed, everyone had already become familiar with the strange characteristics of the foreigners.

It is well-known that foreigners can resurrect.

Although this resurrection is not unlimited, before the number of deaths is exhausted, foreigners cannot be completely killed by any known methods.

And no one can sense how many deaths remain for a foreigner.

So, for these foreigners, unless necessary, they also do not wish to easily create deadly enemies.

“… The one they wear closely really can’t be taken off, indeed they’re foreigners.”

After a brief check, the Elf Ranger withdrew the Short Sword used to lift the clothing, arriving at a definite conclusion.

“You just said, you are Olivendi’s man?”

Staring at the outwardly calm Last Dragon Descendant, the Blue-Robed Mage suddenly revealed a smile.

“We need proof; if you can contact your master behind you now, then I can decide to let you go.”

“I can, but I cannot guarantee that Lord Anvis is free right now.”

Looking at the three red-named mobs of unknown Level around him, the Last Dragon Descendant cautiously spoke.

“No problem, you have three days’ time to contact him until you can reach him.”

Oben raised three fingers and shook them in front of the Last Dragon Descendant.

“I know you can resurrect, but I also know your resurrection times are limited. So start now, don’t wait until our patience runs out.”

“The reason you asked me to contact the boss is related to the whereabouts of the Sword of King Selection, right?”

Under the close supervision of the three, the Last Dragon Descendant slowly took out Anvis’s contact Crystal Ball.

But at this moment, he suddenly asked without warning, while turning his head to stare into the eyes of the red-haired burly man.

Among the three, he looked the simplest-minded.

“How could you…”

The face of the red-haired burly man, Chide, changed instantly, almost blurting out before he caught himself.

At the same time, the other two turned their faces away, embarrassed to be associated with him.

“You guessed right, at this point, there’s no need for us to hide anything. But let there not be a next time, I won’t repeat this warning.”

Grimacing with a warning, Oben stared at the Last Dragon Descendant, contemplating whether to give him a taste of hardship.

“I’m very sorry.”

With an insincere tone of perfunctory, the Last Dragon Descendant placed the Crystal Ball on the table, then suddenly paused again and tilted his head to glance at the Mage.

“By the way, do you need any help?”

“Immediately, right now, contact me!”

Oben threw a pain-inducing curse over at him.

“Alright, alright.”

As the task to contact Anvis popped up on the panel, the Last Dragon Descendant, under a tingling sensation over his body, satisfied, activated the Crystal Ball.

In a moment, an image of a young man with blonde hair dressed in an academy uniform appeared in the Crystal Ball.

The young man was in a study, apparently he had just been reviewing some documents.

“Rivers? Why suddenly contact me?”

Watching the Last Dragon Descendant in the Crystal Ball, Anvis put down his feather pen, puzzled.

Previously, after adding new redeemable pets for the Secret Ceremony Society, which enhanced the attractiveness of the Camp, he was addressing the ’employment’ issue of his own players.

The Gloria Empire, unlike the Federation, always maintains a long-term peaceful state. There might occasionally be some bandits and Beast Tides wreaking havoc, but it’s not serious.

This led to many players unable to find monsters to farm, and could only run around accepting various scattered tasks to get through the day.

But players need Experience to Level up and need Contribution Points to exchange for equipment and materials; these are rigid demands. If these needs are not satisfied, over time, it could easily lead to unrest.

Hence, Anvis found a new solution for them.

That is, construction and production tasks.

According to Anvis’s research, when players take on the task of building some large structures which require cooperation with magic, the task level that pops up on the panel is always C-grade or higher, and the awarded Experience Value is not low.

Also, long-term production of goods can similarly gain a small amount of Experience Value, with the total Experience according to the difficulty of manufacturing and quantity produced.

Thus, Anvis arranged for players to head to remote areas of Karlars Province to pioneer forests and wastelands, constructed many Mechanical Factories and accompanying small living towns, and then sent them into these places to work, with salaries paid in Camp Contribution Points.

With this operation, nearly all issues were resolved.

In the wilderness, creating a new city from nothing involves countless tasks and opportunities. Whether ambitious players or laid-back lifestyle players, all could find their own place.

Players gained Experience and rewards, Anvis received the goods produced by the players, and it also consumed the players’ energies, preventing them from causing trouble everywhere due to excessive energy.

Meanwhile, many low to middle-level players figured that if they don’t go to the Federation to partake in wars, accepting the Secret Ceremony Society’s city-building tasks seems indeed the most efficient choice.

Thus, everything began to proceed orderly, and what Anvis was just doing was planning the specific location for the next new city.