Three days passed very quickly. Because Nicholas had a trade agreement with Sherlock, the members of the caravan could not move around at will, nor could they contact the players, or ask any questions. They pulled the value when they left. Three carts were filled with more than 5,000 magic stones and gold concentrate, and they were full of doubts. Under Sherlock's warm farewell, they left the Eternal Kingdom dungeon.
"Baron Nicholas, you are very welcome to visit our eternal kingdom dungeon next time. As long as you abide by our trade agreement, you will always be our guest."
Sherlock enthusiastically sent Nicholas and the others to the entrance near Winterfell, and said this to Nicholas.
There were still many players watching around, and like Sherlock, they gave a friendly farewell to the caravan:
“I hope we can give you something more at the next event.”
"This time the cloth bag was replaced in one day. I didn't save enough materials for the short bow, so I made a movable weapon. Alas..."
"This stitch monster is so damn ugly!"
"Three days of activity is too short. I would say ten days is more reasonable."
"This event should be cyclical, right? Come once a month, or at a specific time?"
The players nearby were chatting crazily as usual, and Nicholas was more or less accustomed to the "crazy" behavior of these goblins.
In Nicholas' view, players are just a bunch of people who talk crazy things, sleep everywhere, have no fear of those in power, and are obsessed with scrap metal currencies. Calling them crazy is probably not an injustice to them.
This is probably the special hobby of a high-ranking demon like Sherlock, summoning a group of crazy goblins to build his dungeon.
"I am also very grateful to Sir Sherlock for your hospitality over the past three days. If Sir Sherlock has time, please allow me to invite Sir Sherlock to visit my manor in Winterfell after I return from my business trip." Nicholas said sincerely. .
"If I have time, I will go." Sherlock replied with a smile.
Nicholas then took out a list of basic materials, a card and a teleportation scroll, then handed them to Sherlock and said:
"Then I'll leave it to Lord Sherlock to deliver the basic materials to Winterfell. I've already contacted the steward of my shop. He will lead people to wait for Lord Sherlock outside the portal reception hall to transport the materials. Just leave it to them.”
Sherlock was stunned and felt strange. Didn't he agree at the beginning to let us Winterfell players be used as laborers to transport these materials? Sherlock even received fifteen magic stones as a labor fee.
As for how to deliver them, Sherlock had already thought about it. Although these basic materials were in large quantities, with fifty players, he used his intimidation as a lord and generously rewarded tasks to make them queue up to transport the basic resources. There shouldn't be any big problems.
He had to work harder, just like when a teacher takes the students out to play, supervising the children not to run around and cause trouble. Thinking of this, Sherlock thought of the good times in the school days...
"Then this card..."
Sherlock looked at the card in his hand again, which had the words "Gift Card" written on it.
Nicholas showed an ambiguous smile, and then said:
"This card is a small token of my gratitude to Lord Sherlock for taking care of me these days. It is a gift card worth one thousand magic stones. It can be used at any franchise store in the Merchant Alliance. Of course, if Sherlock Sir, if you don't like the products in our Merchant Alliance, you can exchange them for 800 magic stones and use them elsewhere."
Sherlock understood it as soon as he heard it, but he was still embarrassed to say:
"Oh, I'm afraid this is not appropriate. If I accept something like this, they will find out about it, and I will have to explain it again."
Although he said this, the card in his hand was already stuffed into his pocket while excusing Nicholas.
"I fully understand Lord Sherlock's concerns, but a thousand magic stones are not many. Sometimes just one afternoon tea can already cost hundreds of magic stones. This is just a gift between friends. It’s just a gift, it’s nothing. It’s an honor for me to be friends with such a noble high-ranking demon as Lord Sherlock.”
Hearing what Nicholas said so sincerely, Sherlock had an expression like "Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you" and accepted the gift card for a thousand magic stones.
Nicholas left, drifting away amidst the farewell sounds of "Zhao Si, come back next time!" from the players one after another.
The three-day "first beta event" finally ended successfully. Players obtained some products that are not yet available in the Eternal Kingdom dungeon, and Sherlock received 5,000 magic stones plus a gift card worth 1,000 magic stones. , suddenly became rich again.
The most important thing is that Sherlock's work has become a lot easier. He originally planned to take the players with him to move things as coolies like taking students on a trip. Looking at it now, Nicholas solved it very considerately. To solve this problem, of course he hired someone at his own expense.
After getting rid of the players who were still waiting for the "story" around him, Sherlock asked "Blue" to issue a "server-wide announcement" to temporarily shut down the resurrection system for between one and three hours, because Sherlock is going to Winterfell. First, he is going to help Nicholas transport a large amount of basic materials to Winterfell for his store steward to receive. Secondly, he is going to Winterfell to purchase some items for the dungeon. , the first and most needed thing is a bed in the dormitory, and then some arrows for short bows.
Players exchanged short bows from Nicholas, but there were only thirty arrows included. The key was that there was no quiver. Fortunately, those who could exchange for short bows basically had small cloth bags.
Sherlock has already seen posts on the forum where players complained about the lack of arrows. When he saw players putting forward their opinions, as a lord, of course he must fix and improve them as soon as possible.
After the Nicholas caravan leaves, the site that was originally intended to be used as a dormitory for the players can continue to be excavated. The completion rate has reached 80%, and it is estimated that it will only take two or three days to complete.
At that time, the one hundred first-test players will no longer need to log off casually on the street. They can log off in their dormitories.
How to ensure that these players are willing to go offline in the dormitory spontaneously is to give them some benefits. It has already been 20 days since the first test. If you still don’t know how to guide these players to do things, then Xia Locke, the city lord, is too useless.
Coupled with "Blue"'s suggestion, this is not a big problem. In "Blue's" words, that is:
"If the housing system is added, the players in these other worlds will go crazy, and their happiness index will skyrocket. They will be unimaginably enthusiastic about their personal properties and land. It will be the same if you sell them a bed."
Soon, "Blue" issued a server-wide announcement.
[The resurrection system will undergo maintenance for one to three hours in half an hour. Lord Sherlock will temporarily leave the dungeon. Players are asked to cherish their lives and stay away from danger.]
"Fuck! Why are you doing maintenance?!"
"You're laughing so hard. Those who are painting materials at the entrance to the spider lair may have their heads exploded."
"What a rip-off! Was there no notice at all before the maintenance? I just organized a group of people to go to the spider lair."
"What kind of dog planner, what kind of dog game company, are you so willful?"
"Made, the forum must explode tonight! The planning must be done by a master!"
[Players in all servers will receive a compensatory reward of 200 reputation and 100 copper coins.]
"Work, work, move the bricks quickly."
"Who sells spider silk! I just need some materials to strengthen my equipment!"
"By the way, who has changed to a short bow? How is the effect of using it? Can you let me play with it?"
"Hurry up, classes are about to start in Moros!"
"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't say anything just now."
Seeing the harmonious scene where the players were full of interest and had no complaints at all, Sherlock felt relieved.
Taking the teleportation scroll, Sherlock came to the place where the opponent's basic materials were in the dungeon. He had planned an area so that players would not get close. Naturally, there was no chance that players would secretly take away the materials.
Opening the teleportation scroll, the halo of magic enveloped Sherlock. Sherlock used magic power to continuously expand the halo of magic, covering all the basic materials piled up like a hill around him. Then, in the magic halo, there were also the players' The comment disappeared in place.
The next second, Sherlock arrived at the portal reception hall of Winterfell with a lot of things.
Because Sherlock used a teleportation scroll that greatly increased the use of magic power, he was teleported to another teleportation gate reception hall dedicated to cargo.
Compared with the previous portal hall, this place is a bit simpler, but the space is much larger. The size of the portals and the difficulty between them are also larger, but the number is relatively smaller. .
This is the receiving warehouse for Winterfell.
Standing next to the portal was a goblin wearing glasses. He was holding a notebook in his hand and looking at the data on the magic weighing instrument beside him. He was obviously weighing the goods Sherlock had brought.
Then the goblin made an order and a form and handed it to Sherlock:
"Based on the weight of the goods you bring, we charge a handling fee of ten magic stones in total. This is the list."
Sherlock stared blankly at the order issued by the goblin. This was his first time transporting a large amount of goods to Winterfell, and it was also his first time he had heard of such a thing as a handling fee.
"Please wait a moment, are you Lord Sherlock?"
Just when Sherlock hesitated whether to pay the money or angrily took the goods for himself, something that looked like jelly came over and said this eagerly.
It was an ooze monster in a damp tuxedo.