Chapter 159 158 Mrs. Tracey’s Observation Diary of People from Another World·Issue 1

The players who went to the border city of Bataxin to do a mission and experienced the "Bataxin Massacre" drove their carriages as fast as they could back to the Scarlet Castle. It was already noon the next day.

As of the moment they got off the bus in the camp, the number of young players who had completed the Black Iron Trial had exceeded 7.

Except for Xiao Weiming, they are all the elder brothers in the Happy Stick team.

This is obviously a set of process-based "playing methods" with a very high success rate that has been developed by the cunning guy from Happy Stick.

At this moment, the only factor that limits level 10 players from completing the Black Iron Trial is no longer personal strength and skill polishing. Instead, the inventory of burning fire oil in Tris's alchemy hut is already in danger.

After all, Tris is now the noble Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture Clan, and dealing with clan affairs has taken up part of her time every day. In addition, Tris stubbornly refuses to work overtime, which has resulted in her alchemy hut not preparing new goods for several days.

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Xiaowei Ming and Happy Stick's strategies have had a wonderful effect on this point.

Because both the Vampire Elegy bullets used by gunmen and the kerosene needed by melee combatants came from alchemists. After a wise man pointed this out, the alchemy hut was almost overcrowded by players.

The scene shocked the salespeople Tris hired specifically.

Quickly send a message to the Blood Vulture Corridor, saying that Lord Murphy's warriors have lined up to purchase alchemical fire oil. The purchase quantity is very large, the scene is very scary, and no one knows that these warriors have hoarded so much that they can burn the ruins all over again.

What is the purpose of burning kerosene?

But I always feel a little scared.

After Murphy learned this "little anecdote", he couldn't help but pay a moment of silence to the ghoul leaders in the sewers of the ruins of Cadman City.

He can already predict that for a long time in the future, those elite ghouls born in the disaster will be at the top of the "player's favorite monster" rankings, until the next unlucky guy's targeted tactics

until it is developed.

However, Murphy had no intention of intervening in this increasingly heated situation.

The reason is also very simple.

Although Happy Stick said on the forum that the play style he developed was stuck with a BUG, ​​in Murphy's view, this is not actually a BUG.

After all, in the long-popular Black Iron Trial ritual in the mainland, there is no explicit prohibition that the trialist cannot accept help from others before starting the battle. In fact, the only focus of the Black Iron Trial is to go through difficult battles and open the hidden secrets.

Potential, not victory itself.

From this perspective, there is no problem at all with Happy Stick’s strategy.

Apart from anything else, if you are really a novice player, even if you buy kerosene and successfully seduce the elite into the trap, it will be very difficult to handle the next physical sword fight by yourself. The black iron-level elite creature

No matter how it is weakened, it is still extremely dangerous for professionals.

Therefore, Murphy will only feel that his young players have finally understood the game, and will not specifically "fix" this BUG.

But it's clear that other people are very unhappy about this.

For example, here is His Excellency the Blood Vulture Archduke who is "acting up" in Murphy's office.

"You! I order you to take care of your warriors! When my little shabby shop opens, what I sell, and how much it sells are all decided by me as the shop owner! Why should I work overtime to prepare burning kerosene for them?

And bullets specifically designed to hunt vampires?

I'm a vampire myself, okay? This is tantamount to asking me to sell the noose to hang myself! I won't do it!

If word of this gets out, other clan leaders will laugh at you!

I can't afford to lose this person!

You drove them away immediately, and the little girl I hired was frightened by them!"

Tris slapped the table fiercely and yelled at Murphy.

It was obvious that she was depressed because the booming business at the alchemy hut directly affected His Excellency the Grand Duke's fishing time.

Murphy maintained the elegant posture of a handsome man and listened to Tris's complaints. Then he crossed his fingers to support his chin and said with a smile:

"But my warriors bought kerosene to clear the threats in the sewers faster. You also know, Your Excellency, unless the number of ghouls in the city's sewers is reduced to a certain level, we will continue to carry out large-scale construction in the ruined areas.

It's impossible to put it on the agenda.

I even have to praise them for doing a good job and knowing how to use fire to fight evil spirits.

Could it be that, Your Excellency, Grand Duke, don’t you want to see the people under your command return to productive life more quickly? Aren’t you pleased with the ingenuity and fighting wisdom of your reservists?”

"But I don't have that much time to make kerosene for them! Although the principle of that thing is simple, its preparation is too time-consuming."

It was not easy for Tris to refute Murphy for such an "absolutely correct" reason. She rolled her eyes and decided to use "magic to fight magic", so she said angrily:

"Besides, I am still the Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture and have to deal with the internal affairs of the clan. I am so devoted to my job, do you want me to put aside my responsibilities to the clan and go and be responsible for the logistics for your warriors? This is not right, right?

You see, a group of Blood Vulture members will soon return to our family.

I still have to appease them, ask them for more details, and confirm whether 'Countess Cecilia' really exists and her current identity.

That’s right!

This is what Duke Blood Vulture should do!

Instead of hiding in an alchemy hut, preparing some damn kerosene like a miserable downtrodden apprentice!"

The more Tris talked, the more reasonable she felt.

Her tone was vain, she raised her head proudly and said to Murphy:

"So, as the leader of the clan, I order you to get this matter done as soon as possible!"

"Actually, this matter is easily solved."

Murphy looked at Tris with a subtle look, he coughed and said:

"There are also people among my warriors who are very curious about alchemy, such as Pigeon Bao. Isn't he already an alchemist apprentice?

As long as our great Grand Duke of the Blood Vulture is willing to spend more than ten minutes a day to give them guidance, I believe that not only the shortage of kerosene and special ammunition can be solved quickly, but also your private property, that is, the business of the alchemy hut.

Getting better and better.

In this way, you will have more money to spend on your favorite wine collection business, instead of just relying on the pitiful patriarch's allowance.

I have said before that we must learn to use my warriors in the correct way, Tris, you don’t want to let such a good labor force go."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Tris waved her hands to interrupt Murphy's lecture. She had to admit that Murphy's ghost idea was indeed a good one.

Alchemical Fire Oil and Vampire's Elegy are not considered high-end alchemy. They are even simple enough that any alchemist apprentice can handle them. It just takes a little more time.

With the enthusiasm and learning ability of the little players, she really only needs some guidance to help her run her own store.

This is indeed a win-win solution

No, win-win-win!

Tris's troubles were solved, the young players got a stable supply of alchemy items and could pass the Black Iron Trial faster and better, and Murphy also got the first batch of player alchemists.

Everyone will be happy except the elite ghouls in the sewers.

But considering that ghouls have no brains, their opinions never matter.

Creeps!

Especially wild monsters that have their health bars on and are being rewarded by missions have no human rights!

"Snapped"

Tris, who was about to go to "solve the problem", took out a box from her psychic bag and threw it in front of Murphy. She waved her hands and said:

"What you asked for has been prepared for you, but I will only help you this time. As a summoner, you must learn to make your own scepter or hunting whip.

Moreover, although the summoner profession focuses on summoning objects, it itself also belongs to the category of psionic masters. Summoners can basically learn the spells that psionic masters can use, so if you have nothing to do, take a look at the handbook I gave you.

Don’t you like to test your little players?

I will also give you a test in a while, if you can’t pass it haha.”

"etc!"

Murphy suddenly narrowed his eyes. He stood up and looked at Tris and asked:

"Where did you learn the word 'player'? I'm sure I didn't say this word in front of you. Who taught you? I know you have been secretly learning their language, but you can actually understand this word now

Do you mean it?"

"whispering sound"

Tris's face changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

She put her hands on her waist to maintain the movement of leaving, and then made a weird and charming turn back, staring at Murphy with a subtle expression, and answered in Mandarin that became more and more proficient but still had a slight accent:

"You don't really think that for a psychic master like me, that complicated alien language will be an insurmountable learning challenge, do you? Little Murphy, not only do I know that they call themselves players, they call us '

Empixi'.

I also know what our world looks like in their eyes."

"oh?"

Murphy was immediately interested.
To be continued...