Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 2: Guarding Days
About 800 steps northwest of the city of East Child Harbor, there is a dense palm forest. Walk into the forest from a hidden intersection, and in less than 30 steps you will find a fork in the road , leading to two different pirate camps. Every three minutes, a level 32 "Ghost Reef Pirate" will run from the left intersection to the right intersection. I can kill him with three "Thrusts", one "Block" and two consecutive "Slashes". Then I can find 45 silver coins, a small roll of silk, and a small bottle of pirate rye from his body. After passing four messengers - whether you kill them or not - you will find a "Pirate's Contact Letter" when you kill the fifth one.
Within two minutes and thirty seconds, a level 33 "Ghost Reef Pirate" would run from the right intersection to the left intersection. I needed a "Thrust", a "Combined Slash", a "Back Slash" and three normal attacks to kill him with the highest efficiency. In his body, I would find some silver coins ranging from 67 to 92, two small rolls of white gauze, a roasted chicken leg, and sometimes a pirate headscarf or a pirate eye patch. Every time I passed five pirate second mates, I could find one more thing from the sixth body - a pair of boxing gloves.
I know that just reading the few boring lines above has bored you to death. But I want to tell you that this is all the experience I have summed up from working hard day and night for six days. It can really be called a great crystallization of wisdom produced by the glorious working people in the process of labor production.
Since our guild leader Miss Feiyin learned that boxing gloves can increase additional properties, she quickly gathered all guild members and led a large group of people to East Child Port. She had only one goal: to collect as many "boxing gloves" as possible, the faster the better.
As a result, the pirates outside the port of East Child were in great misfortune: when they were completely unaware, twenty or so adventurers who were far superior to them would rush out from some unknown corner, beat them to the ground, and then pounce on their corpses like hungry zombies, greedily picking out the dead's very meager inheritance from them.
This group of violent lunatics had no awareness of being masters above level 40. Even when facing pirates in their early 30s, they rarely fought alone. They were like a large group of dangerous locusts, swarming up and then plundering, leaving nothing behind except the remains of the dead. It was an over-beautification to say that they were a group of "adventurers". They were simply a group of robbers who robbed other pirates. Their good professional qualities in beating people with clubs, hitting bricks, stealing money bags, and digging up graves of extinct families made even their fellow pirate opponents feel ashamed and embarrassed.
The disaster of pirates eating pirates soon spread to all the pirate camps near the port of East Child. The remains of every pirate camp that was attacked were as clean as if they had been raked three times repeatedly. Everything that could be taken away was taken away, and all the remaining things added together might not be worth the price of a copper coin - of course you know whose style of doing things this is.
For the pirates, this unexpected disaster was so fierce that it was an unprecedented catastrophe they had never encountered. However, for the planners and implementers of this disaster, it was just a "sounding survey" on the possibility of boxing gloves dropping in the nearby area.
After a thorough investigation, Feiyin had a rough idea of where the boxing gloves might have fallen. We were immediately assigned to various locations and began our "guarding" career.
Find a non-threatening opponent, knock him down calmly, take the items on him, and then look for the next one - this is all I have been doing for the past few days. It sounds enviable, doesn't it? Simple, safe, and without any burden, it is simply a perfect job.
But I have to tell you, if someone asked you to choose between using a rusty kitchen knife to slay a dragon and spending a week in this low-level place, I strongly recommend that you sharpen the kitchen knife - guarding the place is really not a job that can be done by human spirit alone.
At first, I really had a relaxing and wonderful time. I really felt the feeling of being invincible against those weak pirates who were only in their early 30s, which greatly satisfied my vanity. But gradually, when this high, full and exciting sense of self-expansion began to fade, a negative and depressed emotion began to grow in my heart - boredom.
Yes, boredom. There are always those times when you suddenly find that there seems to be nothing around you that deserves your special attention. You don't have to care about anything or miss anything. Everything is in order and moving in a certain direction, and your existence becomes dispensable. At this time, you begin to feel discouraged and bored - yes, you are bored.
In addition to killing pirates and snatching boxing gloves, I began to pay attention to some meaningless things to fill my dry heart. I began to calculate the exact frequency of boxing gloves falling, and paid special attention to which pirate had this special equipment. I could even tell what route each pirate here was wandering along, and where they would go in a moment.
A terrible loneliness oppressed me, making me upset, rude and irritable. Whenever I waited alone for pirates to pass by, my heart seemed to be eaten away by moths, and I was madly eager to see the figure of a pirate, looking forward to his appearance as if he were a loyal companion. But when they finally appeared, I couldn't wait to kill him, as if looking at him any more would make me sick.
I looked around carefully, expecting to see some changes - even if it was just a pirate taking a wrong step, a leaf drifting a little wrong, or a gust of sea breeze occasionally slowing down or getting faster... But no, nothing. Everything remained the same, as if the giant hand of the gods was executing everything without deviation behind the scenes.
In a trance, I seemed to have returned to the time when I was standing guard at the gate of Campnavia. Except for me, nothing would change, and my changes would not affect anything at all.
But now I am no longer the guard at the city gate, and this endless boring repetition almost makes me collapse.
No wonder those who are involved in the market say that only professional players and lunatics can stay at one point for so long without getting tired. Whatever the "professional players" they are talking about are, I obviously have nothing to do with them, so all this is pushing me towards the direction of a lunatic.
In order to avoid going crazy, I quickly found some good ways to kill time:
I tried to kill pirates of the same level in different ways and selected the most efficient skill combination. This was a complicated mathematical project. Using some of the system alchemy theory knowledge I had learned, I found that it would take about 64 years and 39 and a half days just to practice all the possible skill combinations. And if we take into account a series of unknown factors such as critical hits, resistance, and no hits, we might need to use relevant knowledge such as "the generalization of two permutation matrices and the iterative convergence of relative gain arrays" to make it clear. So, I gave up.
During the remaining three and a half days, I lay in front of the pirates' corpses and counted the hair on their legs. I also measured how long I had to take to walk from one end of the path to the other in ninety-nine steps. I also considered using the molecular composition principles of alchemy to prove that when a piece of Storm Point cake falls from a height of more than two meters, the probability of the cream side landing is 5.44% higher than the non-cream side...
Just when I finally succeeded in proving the hypothesis that "if all closed curves in a closed space can be shrunk to a point, then this space must be a three-dimensional sphere (Poincare conjecture)", and made a breakthrough in proving the conjecture that "any odd number greater than or equal to seven is the sum of three prime numbers, and any even number greater than or equal to four is the sum of two prime numbers (Goldbach conjecture)", I finally received the magical message from President Feiyin:
"Take all the boxing gloves you got and gather at the gate of Eastcherd Harbor."
I immediately threw away all the math games I had played to kill time, and couldn't help shedding tears of happiness. It's no exaggeration to say that I ran away from here like a wild dog. I swore that no matter who it was, I would never look at a palm tree again in my life.
After six days of unremitting efforts by all the guild members, we finally collected 6,467 pairs of boxing gloves. Feiyin nodded slightly, seeming to be quite satisfied with the result. I don't know what the point of her hoarding so many boxing gloves is - once its special effect is leaked, anyone can get a pair from these pirates with just a little time. At that time, even a fool knows that our stockpiled stock will become worthless.
"President, why did you ask us to bring so much garbage here? What on earth are you going to do with it?" Nocturne in B-flat minor sat on the ground and couldn't help but complain loudly. His question immediately attracted many people to echo his voice.
Feiyin gave her a displeased look, then picked up a pair of gloves and demonstrated its effectiveness on the spot.
I don't know what Feiyin's considerations were, but she didn't tell other guild members about the special use of the boxing gloves at first. Except for her, me, Foxiao, and the nurse in the candlelight, other guild members discovered the magic of this equipment for the first time. Everyone suddenly became excited, and the boredom and fatigue of the past few days were immediately swept away, and all the complaints and complaints flew away. Everyone eagerly chose a pair of boxing gloves and put them on, and then exclaimed happily, feeling that the hard work of the past few days had a satisfactory reward.
"That's the thing..." Fei Yin looked at her minions, "...This bug is a great opportunity to make a fortune, but the news can't be leaked out too early. We are a small guild, so this is both a bad thing and a good thing. The bad thing is that we don't have the ability to monopolize the resources of this bug, but the good thing is that we don't have many people, so the news won't leak out so quickly."
At this point, she suddenly chuckled: "...So, in the next day, everyone must listen to my command. This is the first collective action of our guild. If it succeeds, we won't have to live in poverty anymore."
"Apparently we are the only ones living a poor life..." Niu Baiwan snorted, squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, and secretly glanced at Feiyin who was covered in jewels.
"What did you say?" A chill immediately spread through the air, and the magic elements began to stir restlessly. "I remember someone bought a bracelet last time and still owed the guild more than 700 gold coins. Today is New Year's Eve, and we can't delay paying our debt any longer. If you really can't pay me back..."
"Mr. Chairman, I promise to obey you in everything!" Niu Baiwan's face turned pale and he patted his chest hard to show that he was firm in his position. After saying this, he turned around and whispered:
"It would be nice if I had a Xi'er to pay off my debts..."
"Without Xi'er, you can also let the fairy come down to earth to pay off your debts..." Nocturne in B-flat minor said sarcastically, causing everyone to laugh. Amid the laughter, the elven druid girl, Fairy, fell to the ground with her face flushed, and could not help but hide behind Niu Baiwan.
"Ahem..." Feiyin coughed lightly, temporarily stopping the commotion, and continued:
"…If this deal goes through, the guild's finances will be much more relaxed, and part of the debt can be written off…" As she spoke, she glanced around with ulterior motives.
"President, don't worry, I'm keeping my mouth shut!"
"I won't tell you even if you kill me!"
"Whoever dares to leak the news will be spit on by us all!"
"President, in order to prevent myself from letting the cat out of the bag, I will uninstall the sound card driver right now."
"I haven't been online for half a day!"
"Hey, did you say anything just now? I didn't hear anything..."
…
I scanned the area horizontally and discovered a general pattern:
The more debt a person has, the louder he shouts.
Feiyin nodded in satisfaction at everyone's unanimous agreement. She coughed lightly and continued, "Next, let's assign the work tasks..."
