I Am the God of Games

It has been two days since the players themselves organized the activities of attacking the barren mountain thieves and fighting against the barren mountain giants, although many players have made similar decisions because they want to explore new events like Tang Ruijiem and the others to get rewards. , started from the town as a starting point, and opened up new maps around it, but more players returned to the town after completing the task.

After all, the daily copy of the cellar of the living dead is still there, the valley of the dead has not been penetrated, the bricks have not been moved, and what bicycles are needed...

As the most popular meeting place for players, the Iron Cauldron Tavern is still as thriving as ever.

It's just that the atmosphere in the tavern seems to be slightly different from before.

In the past taverns, there were always players shouting about their experiences during this period of time, or recounting their various anecdotes in the Raiders dungeon. The whole tavern seemed very noisy, even if the people at the same table wanted to talk, they had to use shouting. of.

Although there are still such guys in the tavern now, the number is much smaller than before. They are more just chatting with their buddies, instead of wanting the whole world to know what happened in the past. Fun things about yourself.

Most players glanced at the empty table next to their plate from time to time when they were eating barbecue and drinking wine. If someone from the earth traveled here, 80% would think that there was a table that they couldn't see. to the phone exists.

In fact, although players are not looking at the mobile phone, but the forum page of the system, considering the similarities between the two, it is actually not much different.

Originally, there were still many players who had scruples about the forum, and did not dare to speak out for fear of leaving a bad impression on their gods. It is important, and also enjoy the convenience of instant messaging, and suddenly many players began to try to use the forum.

With the increase of various strategy posts and anecdotes on the forum, more players have also invested in it. Although there are only a hundred people, the vast majority of users are very active, so the entire forum has a sense of vitality.

And it’s different from a forum like Earth that will become smoky when there are too many people, because this forum is run by Xiwei, the god of games, and players, as his followers, naturally have a sense of awe for the forum and don’t dare to post something. It's such a mess that the atmosphere of the forum is unbelievably good. In Xiwei's memory, it seems that only certain forums on the earth have such a good atmosphere, and posts that are very useful in various aspects. The words left in it are very tacit and friendly, 'the landlord is a good person and has a safe life'...

Even if there is a disagreement and want to make an offline appointment, they will not say it directly in the forum, but leave the time and place very obscurely, and very kindly instruct to see you or not leave, so that players who come in by mistake are always I feel like the whole post is filled with a wonderfully gay vibe in pink gay.

What's interesting is that Xiwei doesn't have to worry about his followers becoming autistic dead houses squatting at home. After all, this world is different from the world where you can do everything through the screen. Players need to be offline. The team then gets slapped by monsters or gets slapped by monsters, and there is no way to be self-sufficient at home.

The owner of Iron Kettle wiped the glass in his hand as always. This kind of crystal clear glass product is still very rare in this world, but it is also included in the rewards of players' collection tasks. Iron Kettle spent nearly half of his game coins. The savings bought a lot from other players who were not interested in collecting items, and replaced the wooden cups used to drink red wine in the tavern with this kind of cups.

It's a pity that before the players became believers of the God of Games, they were either mercenaries or refugees, and they were not interested in red wine. In contrast, they preferred ale that could be drunk.

Only Angela, who came over for a meal occasionally, would drink some red wine.

At this moment, two figures, one fat and one thin, entered the entrance of the tavern.

"Isn't this Teshrop (fat) and Sibe (thin)?" A player recognized each other and asked amusingly, "I saw you guys catching crabs on the beach yesterday, why are you here today? Are you ready to explore the sea?"

"You don't understand, we were hired by Mr. Wilf to be bodyguards as Gao Wan!" Xi Bei raised his chest and said very proudly.

"What bodyguard, Mane was dead in the sea three days ago, and he didn't even catch up with the giant in the barren hills. I saw that you were hung up and beaten by him yesterday!" The player laughed loudly.

Xi Bei's chest slumped all of a sudden, and he was still stubborn, saying something like 'how can you be so innocent of someone's innocence? 'Whatever, it caused everyone to laugh, and the tavern was filled with a cheerful air.

Compared to Sibe, Teshrop was a lot lighter. He just sat at the vacant seat at the bar and asked the boss to quickly bring two barbecued meats. The fish soup from the frogman village almost faded out of his mouth. Here comes the bird.

After earning enough money, Boss Iron Kettle accepted two apprentices and stopped roasting meat by himself. He prepared ale for Teshrop and asked what happened.

"Sibe didn't lie, it was indeed Mane Wilf who paid us to temporarily serve as his guard, because the previous guard Ivan seemed to have encountered something and left the town temporarily." Teshrop sighed: "It's just that we're used to being free, and we're not used to being employed for a while. We were an hour late when we met him on the first day."

"Then what?" Iron Kettle asked.

"I think, if you receive money from others, you have to do things for them, and you have to be a little earlier the next day."

"Yes, that's true." The boss nodded.

"Then we were half an hour late the next day." Teshurop looked back in dismay: "When he got there, only half of his head was gnawed by a fish, and he couldn't even be resurrected."

Teshurop showed a successful smile: "But thanks to this, we were able to calm down and focus on completing 11% and 12% of the exploration area in the inland waters of Greyfjord in these three days."

When Iron Kettle presented them with barbecued meat, he then asked curiously, "Why is the beating?"

Teshrop's smile suddenly froze on his face, and painful memories seemed to appear on his face full of gluttonous flesh.

"We went to apologize to Monsieur Magnet."

"The results of it?"

"Prestige is still hatred."

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