nucmednet Chapter 137 Let go of my great-great-grandfather!
Chapter 137 Let go of my great-great-grandfather!
Chapter 137 Let go of my great-great-grandfather!
Players who have played "Land of Revelation" for so long know that the NPCs in the game are quite intelligent, and discussing them face-to-face may lead to them being overheard and holding a grudge.
So they only glanced at it a few times before turning away, pretending to be busy with their own things.
In fact, the team chat was already flooded with messages, and some players with nothing better to do even opened the screenshot system to secretly observe Meltdown from an overhead perspective.
"This drink seems to freeze your brain; is that how it increases fire resistance?"
"I knew it didn't look like something to drink. The description even said that after drinking it, you could only use basic attacks for 30 seconds. So it freezes your brain so that you can only remember basic attacks?"
"This is what a brain-freezing state looks like, with slime inside pretending to be popping boba. It's truly a culinary abomination."
"Anyway, since our senses are weakened, we can still drink slime—look, that turtle man seems to have recovered, anyone want to go and check on him?"
"Damn it, you guys take it easy, don't give yourself away!" Zhenyu replied in the team chat.
She took two steps forward: "Are you alright?"
When Rong Luoluo saw a stranger greeting her, she jolted awake, her previously sluggish thoughts suddenly clearing: "N-nothing!"
The other races around him were all busy with their own things, but Rongluo always felt that many eyes were on him.
So he cleared his throat and, mimicking the elders' manner of tasting wine, swirled his drink in his glass: "It's delicious, very refreshing, and makes me feel as if I'm gliding on the legendary snow."
"Excuse me for asking, do you guys like slime?" Meltblot pointed to the remaining half of a popping boba in the cup with his other finger, and said a little awkwardly, "This flavor is too rich, I still can't quite handle it."
puff!
He sensed someone around him trying not to laugh, so he quickly looked up and glanced around.
The foreigners, however, remained calm, queuing as usual and eating as they pleased.
"Is it haunted?" Meltingway was a little confused.
Zhenyu felt that the younger generation of the Xuanjia clan was too honest, with a kind of beauty in their eyes that had not been tainted by knowledge. She couldn't bear to tease him anymore and explained, "This thing is nominally called a beverage. You can drink it, but you don't necessarily have to. As for how to use it, it all depends on how flexible your thinking is."
"As for us adventurers—it's not that we like eating slime, it's just that this food truck happens to sell that."
Seeing Rong Luoluo's seemingly understanding expression, Zhenyu didn't want to say anything more to him. She still needed to find the person in charge of the island to discuss the port construction business.
Just then, Rongge arrived with Leo and Maggie.
When Rongluo saw Rongge, he called him "Grandpa" and knew that the two had important matters to discuss. He left with the bottle, but he couldn't hide the doubt in his eyes.
"My grandson, please excuse my presumption," Rongge said with a polite greeting, then got straight to the point: "Leo said you're going to build a port?"
Zhenyu glanced at Luo Xi on the dining car, and seeing that the other was still flustered and showed no intention of coming over, she looked away and nodded.
It seems the dean intends for me to discuss this matter?
Unfazed, she looked Rong Ge straight in the eye and said, "Yes, this is a win-win situation, isn't it?"
Rongge, however, thought differently: "Leo is young and doesn't know any better. I apologize on his behalf, but—"
He paused for a few seconds, then said firmly, "I'm sorry, but I must decline the proposal to build the port. I will take care of your travel expenses later."
"Refuse?!" Leo, who had been smiling and looking around, exclaimed in surprise upon hearing this, "Why? Isn't this a good thing? Isn't the tribe planning to open up and strengthen exchanges with the outside world?"
"Yes, Elder Rongge," Zhenyu chimed in, "Akasha came with goodwill, upholding the principle of mutual assistance. The port construction is entirely funded by us; you don't need to use any resources or even manpower."
Zhenyu hadn't negotiated before, but she'd seen a lot and could rattle off a whole list of benefits: "Once the port is built, it will not only help us develop rapidly, but it will also provide more opportunities for the young people in our tribe to gain experience—"
"Opening up is no problem, and we're not old fogies, it's just that you don't know, this island—" Rong Ge stammered.
A sudden commotion arose from the distant coastline.
"Stop! Let go of me, my great-great-grandfather!" an old voice shouted.
He speaks slowly, but with great presence.
The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly member of the Xuanjia tribe standing in front of a rock next to the food cart.
Several other elderly members of the Xuanjia clan, their skin wrinkled and aged, were slowly making their way towards the reef.
A group of players were standing by the reef.
They were among the first to line up; they had already bought drinks and barbecue and put them in their bags, planning to use them later during practice sessions.
With supplies replenished, the next step is naturally to get to port construction.
At this moment, the players are surrounding a huge, barnacle-covered black reef on the beach, preparing to drive stakes to secure the ropes.
Blocked by an old tortoise, and with a group of other old tortoises rushing over, they had no choice but to stop what they were doing.
No, is there still a chance this mission could change?
"The turtle monsters have mutated? Should we take care of these first?" A player raised his pickaxe.
The crowd agreed, and they all drew their weapons.
Other games usually play like this: regardless of time or place, while you're doing a quest, some random monsters will pop up and you'll have to deal with them.
But after waiting for a long time, the other side was still in the friendly camp, with a green name.
I can't fight if the health bar isn't showing up.
"Is this NPC exploiting a bug? Calling a rock 'Grandpa'—" Another player was speechless and simply put away his tools, looking in the direction of Rosie.
Let's see what the NPCs at the academy have to say.
With the port plan stalled, Fang Qi naturally wanted to take a look, so he opened the trading terminal.
He was shocked when he saw it.
Whether it's the mountain, the rocks, or the ground beneath your feet, they all convey the same message.
[The Sleeping Ancient Tortoise, IV.80, Status: Severely infested with barnacles, suffering from unbearable itching.]
[Target Core Assets: ————]
The case is solved. No wonder Rong Ge hesitated to speak, repeatedly refusing to allow the construction of the port.
So the whole island is a turtle?
Building a port on an island is like drilling a hole in the back of someone's ancestors; it would be strange if they agreed to it!
This tortoise is just sleeping, not dead. If the pile driving made it uncomfortable and it rolled over, not to mention anything else, the entire Fire Pattern lineage of the Xuanjia Clan would probably be wiped out.
However, barnacle parasitism and itching —
Fang Qi had an idea and sent a message to the store clerk.
Zhenyu stared at the pop-up notification for half a second, then quickly shouted, "Stop! It's a misunderstanding!"
That's a relative of the client!
"Relatives?" The players were taken aback and looked down at their feet.
Do turtles also spring from rocks?
A fantastical world.