My Players Are So Fierce

908: 309.

Here comes the little player, Hog’s trouble is gone.

908: 309.

Here comes the little player, Hog’s trouble is gone.

It took Vomit Mud Sauce a full ten minutes to completely understand that the four formidable and murderous-looking female soldiers were guards assigned to his dad by the administrative department.

He wasn’t angry about his dad spending money on “keeping women” in the game.

After all, which man of this era doesn’t have a few “paper wife” characters that they’re proud of?

Besides, he didn’t have time for idle thoughts at the moment, because due to his unreliable dad’s guidance, Vomit Mud Sauce ended up with an “acting village chief” administrative position and a “vehicle design engineer” side job within 30 minutes of entering the game.

He was pretty clueless about both jobs, basically doing whatever his dad told him to, with the former belonging to the administrative department and the latter related to the newly introduced manufacturing profession of “mechanic.”

But both fit Vomit Mud Sauce’s character specialties [Vehicle Expert]and [Professional Logistics]perfectly.

“I heard that Half-body Men on the continent have already created steam-powered mechanical trains, but considering that the steam engineering in this game’s setting definitely differs from our mechanical engineering, the steam locomotives they handcraft are probably not the same as the ones you know.

You must visit the Ligurian Peninsula when you get the chance to expand your horizons.”

Half-Hanging Insurance laughed heartily as he exited the administrative hall with his son, who was holding a letter of appointment, under the protection of four female guards.

His two old buddies were already waiting for him at the entrance.

As part of the “Administrative TriStar,” Dump Truck and Brother Shovel were unusually fully-armed today.

Riding magnificent demon-hunting steeds and accompanied by their guards, the group of twelve, including Half-Hanging Insurance’s four guards, looked quite menacing.

“Uncle Lin, Uncle Liu.”

Vomit Mud Sauce promptly greeted the two uncles, whom he also knew in reality, with due manners, forcing the two middle-aged men who were striking poses on their mounts to remove their helmets and return the greeting.

“What are you doing here, kid?”

Dump Truck expressed his surprise:

“Isn’t your dad just playing a game?

Why send you in as well to keep an eye on him?

No offense, but your mom needs to step in on this, being so strict is not a good thing.”

“Um, it’s complicated, but definitely not what you’re thinking.”

Half-Hanging Insurance didn’t want to discuss reality in the game, so he immediately shut his two old friends up with his first sentence.

He mounted his horse and asked:

“Is the portal ready?”

“Yep, we specially asked Miss Phemys to open it.

The drop point is where we previously set up camp between Smugglers’ Forest and Polluted Swamp.”

Brother Shovel replied.

“Now we are just waiting for the new players to receive their Treasure Beads and dog tags and then bring them over…

Happy Stick that damned thing is still in the barracks taking the Knight assessment.

He really can’t make it today; no help for it, we’ll just have to get some new players to fill in.”

“What combat ability do they have?”

Half-Hanging Insurance, looking at his son who was slowly and struggling to get on the horse, covered his face and sighed:

“If a real fight breaks out, it looks like it’ll be up to the guards of us administrators!”

“Not just us, the girls’ ‘Silver Moon Pride Team’ and Brother Cat’s ‘Soldier Strike Group’ will also join in.

The combat power of these two teams is acknowledged by everyone.

Plus, Ya Ya just reported that the Blood Rat Gang’s NPCs set out a few days ago.

They will meet up with us near Smugglers’ Forest.”

Dump Truck corrected:

“So nominally it’s a ‘debt collection,’ but it’s not just the players going over.

The Blood Rat Gang leader, Doris, is Lady Adel’s subordinate.

Her involvement signifies the position of Crimson Castle and Sir Morphy on this matter.

If the Bloodclaw Clan doesn’t give face…

heh, then they can’t blame us for losing theirs!”

“What are we waiting for then?

Let’s go, go, go!”

Half-Hanging Insurance, upon hearing about the NPC support, immediately felt relieved and spurred his horse to help his incompetent son onto the horseback, leading the guards grandiosely toward the campsite’s exit.

This “debt collection operation” launched by the administrators was closely linked to the interests of all players.

The loot and equipment scavenged from the Wolf camp were to be divided equally among all players who participated in the “Decisive Battle on Andma Hill,” and according to the calculations of the professional accountants among the players, Galaxy Puncher and Ruthless Mantis Worm, it would be purchased by the administrative department and converted into Gold Coin rewards.

Even if the administrative department were a bunch of greedy vampires, each player would still receive about 50 Gold Coins each.

In the current economic system of the players, this wasn’t a small sum of money, except for the old players who “had ways to make a fortune.” So, when Dump Truck and the others reached the campsite exit, almost all players with nothing better to do gathered around.

Including the new players who came to join the commotion and the guards brought by the administrators, the number of people on this venture easily exceeded 200.

Indeed, it was a force to be reckoned with.

Miss Phemis, hiding in the shadows, didn’t waste any time and emerged from within the Crimson Spiritual Energy.

After Dump Truck came forward to request permission, she immediately waved her Night Howling Staff and cast a spell to open a large Star Realm Portal directly to the vicinity of Smugglers’ Forest.

Such large Star Realm Portals, like teleportation scrolls, have a minimal chance of getting lost, so Miss Phemis would never risk using it herself if it wasn’t necessary.

But she knew that the otherworldly warriors were not afraid of this, so she watched as they disappeared into the crimson light curtain with enthusiastic howls.

“Morphy, your warriors have set out.”