The official announcement stated that the person responsible for registering and establishing the guild was a high-ranking noble. Most people needed fame to meet him, but Shuke had already met with him several times.
It seems that this time F6 can really win the honor of being the first to establish a guild in the game.
Thinking of this, everyone was a little excited, with smiles on their faces. After all, we are all young people, and who doesn’t like being in the limelight
But Beta, who was sitting aside, soon discovered the blind spot. He looked at everyone and said, "There are obviously seven of us here. Why is it called F6? Shouldn't it be called F7?"
The other six people glanced at each other, and the last five people's eyes fell on Shuke's face.
Shuke stood up, sat next to his cousin, put his arm around his shoulders and said: "The six of us have been playing together since childhood. No matter what game we play, as long as we have a guild, it is F6. It has never changed. For more than ten years , almost twenty years ago. We don’t want to change this practice and habit at will.”
"That's it." Beta scratched his head, feeling a little disappointed. He thought he had successfully become one with these people.
Then he felt that it was normal. He had only been here for less than two months, and these people had grown up playing together for nearly twenty years, so their relationship was naturally incomparable.
Although he understood, Beta still felt a little uncomfortable, and there was always a feeling of being left out.
Shuke continued to comfort: "You are our non-staff member, a very important one. Besides, if you think about it, it is common knowledge that there are five of the Four Heavenly Kings, and it is easy to understand that there are actually seven people in F6, right? "
Beta rolled her eyes at her cousin helplessly and said, "Do you think I am a three-year-old child and can be easily deceived?"
Shuke laughed and revealed the matter.
Then Shuke explained the identity of 'Tole Burson'. This person is the president of the mercenary union. Any adventure team that establishes a guild must go to the mercenary union. This may be why the system allows This is the reason why NPC becomes a registrant.
As for why Shuke was able to talk to him, the reason was very simple. First, Shuke had high charm value, and secondly, it was due to Shuke's status as a paladin. In the eyes of the world, the profession of paladin was equivalent to that of a high-ranking noble.
Everyone chatted for a while, becoming more and more excited.
Even had some beer.
There is nothing they can do about it. They have been playing games together for more than ten years. Although they have changed a lot of games, they used to just play and never did anything 'big' in the game. Now that they can 'make achievements', of course They couldn't help but brag to each other.
After drinking until noon, Roland walked out of the cold drink bar and walked slowly back home instead of riding a shared bicycle.
Beer is not very intoxicating, and Roland knew that when he got home.
He re-entered the forum, and there were more and more discussion posts from players about the guild.
Many people are wondering what the basic functions of a guild are!
Most people think it should be the ability to communicate over long distances.
Roland felt the same way.
The map of this game is too big, the players are too scattered, and communication is extremely inconvenient.
Although many players like to explore and get along with NPCs, more people like to play with their friends and familiar people.
The 'concept' of a group exists all the time, and players and the local residents of the game world have very different views, and it is difficult to get along with each other.
In addition to discussion posts about guilds, there are also many 'experience posts'. For example, some people analyze how warriors should add points, choose specialties, and how to attack during battle.
And some people have posted a lot about their cultural scenery and customs around the city.
Roland also found these things interesting.
Then a strange post caught his attention.
"What a terrible errand mission!" 》
The content is roughly about a male player who accidentally received a message delivery task from one small village to another.
Originally, he thought it was just a simple task. After delivering the letter, he got three silver coins. After receiving it, it took him three days to deliver it to the destination. However, the matter was not over yet. The recipient received the letter, read it, and gave it to him. After the task reward, let him send a new letter to the next location.
It would be a bastard not to accept a mission. With this thought in mind, this player accepted a new message delivery mission.
But he never expected that this would be a series of letter delivery tasks.
After that, each time he sent the letter to a new destination, the new recipient would ask him to send a new letter to someone after reading it.
Since the launch of the game, he has traveled from the northern border of Holaiven to the central area of Holaiven.
He died several times during this period, including being killed by bandits, bitten to death by monsters, starving to death in the wilderness, etc. But because the letter is always in the system backpack, it will not be lost and he can always deliver it.
In this way, he now received his seventh letter delivery mission.
For two months, he had been traveling across mountains and rivers, almost never participating in a battle or doing anything else. He just kept on the road.
The person who issued the task has also changed from a villager at the beginning to a small noble now. The experience gained did not increase much, but the money given increased.
Finally, the player sighed: "If I keep sending it like this, will I eventually have to hand the letter to the king?"
Many players responded to the post and expressed their surprise neatly, and then asked the poster to record the broadcast. They were also curious about who the player would meet in the end.
Because this mission is so interesting.
Roland also left a message, hoping that the poster would record the broadcast. He has always had enough respect for such persevering people.
Then I turned off the computer, took a nap, and then went to the Sanda gym.
In the Sanda gym, he and the coach fed each other moves for more than an hour. In the end, the coach sat on the chair and gasped, while Roland was only sweating slightly.
At this time, the coach looked at Roland with a perverted look, and finally said slowly: "If you don't go out in Tai Chi for three years, you can beat people to death in Sanda for three months!"
"Didn't Baji March kill someone?" Roland was stunned for a moment and asked.
The coach waved his hand and said angrily: "Don't fight with me. Just know what I mean. Anyway, Sanda is easy to learn and it is easy to develop combat effectiveness. You have surpassed me now. I can see that you have been Let me go."
Roland originally wanted to deny it, but considering that the coach is a coach after all, he should be able to see that there is no point in hiding his clumsiness, but it will appear to be hypocritical and coquettish.
So he nodded.
He had indeed been giving way to the coach just now, because he found that the coach's movements were a little slower, and the latter's attacks were actually very easy to dodge or deflect.
"I have nothing more to teach you." The coach let out a long breath. He wiped the hot sweat from his forehead and said, "Although we are a for-profit teaching institution, everything is about teaching people for money. , but I still want to say something, learning Sanda is only for self-defense and physical fitness, never try to show off your strength for good! Don’t follow in my footsteps!"
Facing the coach's painstaking persuasion, Roland nodded heavily.