NABC Chapter 7: Even if you beg me, I won't let you go.
Chapter 7: Even if you beg me, I won't let you go.
"Me! I called a mouse a duck! I'm a player, and I let an NPC beat me up!"
Seeing their pathetic state of mistaking a mouse for a duck, a smile appeared on the lips of the three of them.
"So you even had your knife taken away?" Zhao Xiaotian felt that laughing out loud at this moment was a bit disrespectful to the other party, who was a very well-mannered and promising young man.
Despite his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"A mere assassin, how laughable." Xian walked up with a sneer, patted the man on the shoulder as a sign of mockery.
"Damn it!" Despite having a thousand words in his heart, all of them turned into one word at this moment.
It's said that calling a mouse a duck is bad luck, but he did quite well in the "stealing" part of the novice task. He successfully stole three loaves of bread from the bakery owner and two coins from the blind beggar's bowl.
Before he could even leave the market, he was caught red-handed by local gangsters. Getting caught trying to steal food from someone else's territory is something that would cause him a lot of trouble in any world.
As a player, Zhishuo naturally didn't take the NPCs in the game seriously. He immediately pulled out his initial equipment from his waist, a short, not-so-sharp knife.
Needless to say, he was locked up by the strongman, pinned to the ground, and rubbed until he returned to the "newbie village" in a sorry state.
"Most of the street thugs who hang out in the market are Black Fang's men," Viserys said as he walked out of the room, pointing at the disheveled players and explaining to the three of them.
"Your Majesty! You must avenge me!" When things are peaceful, he's just a minor NPC; when trouble comes, he's the king. In just half a day, he's already grasped the tricks of the treacherous minister by pointing fingers at him.
As king, you will not stand idly by while your subjects are insulted. Your Majesty, please seek justice for your subjects as soon as possible.
Surely the Targaryen family's prestige hasn't fallen so low that even a mere street thug could trample on it? Upon completion of the mission, the host will receive 500 Kingdom Coins and a Bronze Chest.
"It would be foolish not to make money!" Seeing the players clinging to him, begging and sniffling, Viserys waved his hand and issued new tasks to the other three players:
[Help the player avenge the market bully Black Fang by defeating him. Upon completion of the mission, you will receive 30 Kingdom Coins and one Black Iron Treasure Chest.]
As soon as Viserys finished speaking, the eyes of the three players, including Xian Dan, who had received a notification from Little Fireman that there was a new quest, immediately lit up.
Putting aside the generous rewards for completing the mission, even the most realistic game wouldn't be fun without combat.
With the combat system they had been longing for about to be released, the three players disregarded everything else, grabbed Finger Mouse who was still clinging to Viserys's leg, and ran off.
In the blink of an eye, the four of them disappeared from Viserys' sight like a whirlwind.
"These days, the韭菜 (leeks, a metaphor for easily exploited investors) are really something." Viserys shook his head and went back to continue opening his three bronze treasure chests.
You're asking about the Black Iron Treasure Chest? That's there to motivate the farmers to keep working hard. How can the farmer eat pig feed?
You have obtained the Dragonbone Longbow and thirty arrows from three bronze treasure chests. *1 Strength Point* *1 Constitution Point*
[Attribute points have been automatically added to the host.]
Opening his personal panel, His Majesty Viserys issued orders to his loyal Little Fireman Operations Officer.
[Host: Viserys Targaryen:]
Strength: 8 (The strength of an adult male is generally between 8 and 10. Your Majesty, are you not yet an adult?)
Constitution: 7 (The constitution of adult males is generally between 7 and 9. We know that you are malnourished and therefore weak, but ask yourself honestly, isn't this also due to your lack of effort?)
Agility: 5 (You're not even as fast as the old lady selling ice cream.)
Perception: 6 (Your perception is the same as that of an ordinary person, meaning you are destined to be forever barred from magic.)
Insight: 8 (If you are the commander, your army will be completely outmaneuvered by the enemy.)
Willpower: 8 (With such low willpower, even commanding a thousand-strong army would be a chaotic mess.)
Magical skills and talents possessed: None.
Combat skills and weapon proficiency: None.
One-handed weapon proficiency: 5.
Overall combat strength: 25, Overall command: 16, Magic affinity: 6.
clang!clang!clang!
Rondo, the blacksmith known for his fiery temper, watched with satisfaction as his young apprentice skillfully operated the bellows, his eyes filled with admiration.
The Mantou Immortal took in the other person's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Who knew I had this skill in real life? I'm a champion in a sword-forging competition, so shocking your medieval blacksmith is a piece of cake.
Compared to the guy who got beaten to a pulp by calling a mouse a duck, the Mantou Immortal, who chose blacksmithing as his profession, found completing the beginner quests incredibly easy.
Because of a large order from a mercenary group from Braavos, the blacksmith Rondo, who was short-handed, did not hesitate to take on the man who came to him wanting to be a temporary apprentice.
Rondo initially thought he had temporarily acquired free labor, but he never expected it to be a forging genius who could master it in just half a day.
If the other party hadn't been so young, Rondo would have thought it was some skilled blacksmith who had nothing better to do than come here to humiliate him.
Watching the young figure skillfully forging the blade, Rondo was satisfied and felt a surge of admiration for his talent. Such a genius who grasped forging so easily could have someone inherit his mantle after he passed away.
That's what the blacksmith Rondo thought.
"Phew, that's them!"
Meanwhile, in an alley near the market in Pantos, seven or eight burly men turned around and looked toward the exit at the sound.
"Hey, shorty's got some backup." Black Fang shoved aside the henchmen blocking his way, placed his hand on the dagger he'd snatched from Finger Rat, and looked at the newcomer with disdain.
"Hmph, you fool! We are King Viserys's servants. Your beating of him constitutes an insult to House Targaryen!"
Xian Dan transformed into a chuunibyou (delusional) teenager, drew a one-handed sword from his waist, and exaggeratedly raised the corners of his mouth, looking at Black Fang with the arrogance of a young master from a governor's family.
The three players behind them cheered in unison: What a magnificent smile from the Dragon King, leaving not a blade of grass alive!
"The Targaryen family... I've never heard of them!" One of Blackfang's underlings was intimidated by Xian Dan's confident expression and looked at his boss Blackfang somewhat guiltily.
Black Fang felt the gaze of his underlings and suddenly became unsure. He wondered if these guys were just making things up to scare him, but they were genuinely carrying one-handed swords, something that street thugs wouldn't use.
The leader was wearing leather armor, but if he was supposed to be an attendant of some important figure, why was he dressed even more shabbily than them? Could he be a mercenary?
Black Tooth seemed unsure, and his tone softened slightly:
"What do you want?"
"Hmph, you hit one of our people and you ask us what we want? Let me tell you, even if you kneel down and beg me now, I will not let you go!" Salty Dragon King laughed again.
Then, with a flick of her finger, the group of people who had been preparing rushed towards Black Fang.