365.Chapter 363 362 The Adventurer Guild’s New Handyman

Chapter 363 362.The New Handyman from the Adventurer’s Guild

Mr. Li went back that night, he had classes the next day.

Although being a gym teacher in a high school was probably the easiest job in the world, if he wanted to, he could even fish around as much as he wanted within a “reasonable” range without being hated by his coworkers.

But after all, there’s a magical creature called “gym students” in this world, and a large part of Mr. Lee’s daily work is to train and supervise them.

In any case, there is no time to spare, but as long as there is time to sleep, you can satisfy the needs of the “real other world” game, anyway, for the middle-aged, single, unattached men, the night is always difficult, it is better to “do heroism” in the other world.

As for his “wheelchair freak” friend in the next morning also got his part of the “surprise”, last night stayed up late to sleep a lazy result of the sun just came out on the dog barking to wake up.

Mr. Wang Xiao, a former excellent lawyer, woke up with a little difficulty and smoothly put on his clothes and pushed his wheelchair to the courtyard, and then he saw the express box placed squarely at the door.

“???”

Wheelchair man Wang Xiao stared round eyes, too shocked and even took off his glasses and rubbed them vigorously, he suspected that he might have blurred his eyes.

He had only filled out the test application two hours ago.

The reason why it took him so long was because he had read the application memo and the legal provisions from beginning to end, and finally concluded that it was an invalid “disclaimer”.

The Alpha Company had shifted almost all the responsibility to the testers through the Spring and Autumn Method, which meant that if the test contract was carried out according to this contract, the Alpha Company would not have to bear any responsibility for anything that happened in the game.

Perhaps to the ordinary person this was just too harsh, but in the eyes of a professional, the content of this article and statement was just like a joke.
He was now wondering what the hell Alpha’s legal department was doing.
But there was no way that any guy who could pass a judicial exam could come up with such a set of loopholes, or an even more alarming conclusion.

There was no such thing as a legal department at that company!

You can get a random law grad student to change any template on the internet and write better than them.

But that’s not the point.

The key was how such a company that revealed strangeness in every aspect could still operate their only product in a dignified manner and not be investigated by the relevant authorities.
Wang Xiao spent some time last night searching the internet for news about Real Otherworld, but couldn’t find any credible sources at all, as if this thing was like an “urban legend”.

The news about it was highly discussed in some social groups, and there was also a so-called CG movie of the game’s announcement that was constantly spreading in private, but everyone who saw it said it was good, and a lot of people were begging for the mysterious code.

But in the realm of public information, there’s almost no trace of this label at all.

This is clearly not normal!

He was a professional, and he knew that such a situation often meant that the authorities had intervened and done extensive information control, and when he thought about what Old Li had said during his visit last night, the wheelchair man realized that he seemed to have really inadvertently entered a field that made people think in detail.

“But is Alpha’s logistics that efficient?”

He pushed his wheelchair forward to disperse the two wary good dogs, and took the delivery box, still stained with early morning dew, in his hands again for a closer look.

There was nothing that could be traced, not even a shred of valid information.

Inside the unwrapped package was only a helmet with Alpha’s logo, other than that there wasn’t even an instruction manual, but last night he visited the forums, which contained detailed tutorials on how to use the helmet.

This means that the “lucky ones” in this “urban legend” have established a system of internal self-consistency, like a miniature society that allows them to function without contact with the outside world.

There is something subtle about this whole thing.

But Wang Xiao is also very clear, if he wants to find some clues, he must wear this “three no” helmet in front of him to really enter the game world that is claimed to be “100% real” to take a trip.

Although not a scientist, for virtual reality technology does not have any in-depth understanding, but Wang Xiao in front of this helmet in front of him still produced a trace of distrust and resistance.

Not from the consideration of his own safety, just because, as he said last night, even if the part of reality that belongs to himself is already bad, but he still does not want to let himself go to a piece of false world to find some sense of existence and fulfillment.

That would mean “class slippage” at the level of will and life, and it would be difficult to call a person “firm” who needed something unreal to keep him going.

At least that’s what he thinks.

“Old Li, you’re really good at getting me into trouble.”

He whispered from his wheelchair before returning to the inner room to lower himself back onto his bunk and take a few deep breaths before snapping that helmet onto his head.

Afterward.
The Real Otherworld, activated!
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“Now old Eugene has finally subsided, that state of mind he was in the other day where he was always ready to go and die with the Winter Wolves really scared me.”

It was mid-afternoon in Transylvania, and on the way to the Blood Wyvern Cloisters, Scout Miss Ambrose was dropping expensive fruit candies from some gym student into her mouth while spitting at President Natalie beside her:
“I’ve only heard of these fanatics before, and this is kind of the first time I’ve seen in person the guys who keep the ‘war of faith’ string so tight.

No wonder old Eugene always said that we young people have a very insincere faith in the gods.

I thought he was nitpicking, but by his standards, probably everyone else in Transylvania except him and Sister Jules would fall into the insincere category.

However, even Sister Jules wasn’t as fanatical as he was.”

“Old Eugene was a special case.”

President Natalie also sighed and said to her good sister:
“I don’t know much about his past, but I heard Sister Marianne mention once before that he was an islander from the Misty Coast.

Supposedly one of the orphans brought back to Glamour HQ by the Grey Knights during one of the church’s operations, something terrible broke out in his homeland and he was the last survivor.

Ever since he was a child, old Eugene had decided that the god Avalon was the only righteous faith that could save the world, and his fanaticism and sincerity belonged to a rather extreme faction of people even in the holy land of Gramo.

If nothing else, old Eugene is now a member of the Grey Knights, but the Ten Years’ War has messed up everyone’s fate.

He had counted his blessings.

After experiencing the abandonment of the gods, many people with the same experience as him had gone mad, but Eugene had managed to survive the brutal war again by relying on his sincerity to the gods to preserve his sanity.

The reestablishment of the Church of Avalon in Transylvania has two very different meanings for us and for him, and I have no doubt that Eugene would give everything for his faith without reservation.

But as you say, this stubbornness and vigilance of his can be uncomfortable much of the time, though you and I both know that the presence of someone like Eugene is necessary for a system like the Church.”

“He doesn’t yet know how the converts to the god of Avalon among those warriors are ‘evangelized’.”

Ambrosia whispered:
“I followed Bull once before to hear a sermon by the so-called ‘priests’ of that immodest ‘Big Bird Spinning Troupe’, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that if old Eugene were to hear those guys’ haphazard interpretations of the teachings, I reckon that he might have had to pull out his sword on the spot.

Those guys have their own hellish interpretation of subspace, using the simplest and crudest dualism of good and evil to make up the so-called god of subspace, and also saying that the enemy of the god of Avalon is an evil god called ‘Nasu’.

The latter intends to wipe out the world with a plague of filth, and only those who adhere to the beliefs of nature will be able to purify themselves and others in the coming of the plague.

Tells as much as a bizarre story.

But on the contrary, they had their own set of easy-to-understand logic in those descriptions, and many of the believers who had run away from the Cato region during this period of time were spreading such short stories.

Natalie, we really need to get a handle on this, they’re going to start a new branch of doctrine if they keep this up.

And that’s not even the worst of it!

Those bold men are making up stories about the God of Avalon and giving all the other gods strange backgrounds, saying that the God of the North Wind fights fear with courage, that the Mother of the Earth fights the treacherous wonder known as the Demon King of Changes with resilience and constancy, and that marvelous powers are born out of machinery.

It is also said that a wonderful power will be born from the machinery, and that this power will eventually complete the confrontation with the sins of color.

It’s really outrageous!”

Ambrosia spoke with a raised eyebrow, but she soon realized that Natalie was looking at her strangely, which made Ambrosia ask back uncomfortably:

“Is there something dirty on my face?”

“No, I’m just curious, if you really think those guys are making it up, why do you know their outrageous stories like the back of your hand?” Natalie said slyly:
“It seems I’ve got a great ‘heretic’ on my side, and seeing as how you’re enjoying yourself, listening to those warrior priests tell their stories must be a lot more interesting than listening to old Eugene’s sermons, right?”

“Uh, I won’t deny that.”

Ambrosia said with a shrug:

“You know, I wasn’t exactly a sincere believer before, and if I hadn’t gotten caught up in the Ten Years’ War, I’d probably be back in my hometown getting married and having kids by now.

The Antani region is one of the few peaceful places on the Strife Continent.”

“And probably bring your warrior bull back with you, right?”

Natalie quietly added:
“You’ve been with him for the past few days, except for your daily training and helping out at the Sanctuary . Ambrosia! You’re being a little too proactive.

You’re a girl, be a little more reserved.”

“Ugh, next I’m going to go to the Filthy Swamp to scout well, maybe I won’t be able to come back for more than a month, I’ll think about it, stop talking, I have a headache.”

Ambrosia covered her face and ran out, making Natalie sigh.

She was about to enter the Blood Wyvern Corridor with the information about the displaced people’s resettlement collected by the Adventurer Guild in the past few days in her arms, but when she looked back she saw that Ambrosia was happily running to stay with Bull, who had just come on line, and that tall warrior was still carrying his adjutant behind his back as if he was a child playing around.

I don’t know if he’s really stupid or if he’s just pretending?
These otherworldly people. One by one, they have too many tricks up their sleeves, and it’s really hard for them to get away with that character of Ambrose.

Perhaps he should have a chat with Heru?
Heru was at least a psychic, much more sensible than Ambrose.

With these thoughts in mind, Ms. Natalie turned and walked into the shadows of the corridor, she needed to report to Murphy on the work at hand, and also discuss the activities of the players that were becoming more and more “rampant” in the Cato area.

In theory, the small players are free, they can go wherever they want, even Murphy will not bother, but the problem is that those guys are in the name of the Church of Avalon to recruit stragglers in the Cato region.

If this was a mistake, there was no chance that it would have a terrible impact on the reputation of the nascent church.

Ambrosia was telling Natalie the “stories of the gods” that the young players had concocted as a joke, but the Black Hearted Demon Huntress knew very well that if the young players were allowed to continue, if the information that had been passed down through their mouths was really spread out, it would probably cause a lot of unwanted ripples.

Their own gods were merciful enough not to care about the delusions of their believers, but for the group of northmen from the Winter Wolf Church, they wouldn’t allow someone out there to recklessly make up a ghostly little story about the God of the North Wind.

If it was not done correctly, it could lead to a conflict of beliefs or even a war of beliefs.
“Huh? Who’s there!”

Just as Natalie walked into the fork in the Blood Vulture Cloister, she suddenly stopped and turned around to fling out a flying dagger.

The thing clanked through the air and hit the wall, almost grazing the nose of the guy in the shadows and startling the sneaky fellow.

“I didn’t mean to snoop, I was just asking for directions.”

The [Raven] Wang Xiao, who had just picked up a quest up from Lord Murphy of the Midnight Chamber, obediently raised his hands as he exclaimed:

“This lady warrior! I have no malicious intent.”

However, the “otherworldly language” he spoke was not understood by Natalie, but Blackheart Demon Huntress had been dealing with players for more than a day or two, and she could tell that this was an “otherworldly person” who had just arrived in Transylvania from the way this guy was dressed.

To be honest, except for some players with special features, Natalie always had a hard time distinguishing the faces of these otherworldly warriors.

This was probably similar to the principle that Ceresians looked the same to foreigners, and foreigners looked the same to Ceresians, but as a witch hunter, she could recognize their identities more by their different scents.

It was a trick that worked well before, when there would be fewer players.

But now it kind of didn’t apply.

These guys are getting outnumbered and a lot of them have learned to camouflage their scent, and from what Murphy said, he’s planning on recruiting more offworlders to Transylvania in the near future.

The guy in front of her made a big impression on Natalie at first glance, though, because he walked in a rather awkward manner.

Just like a baby who had just learned to walk, it was difficult for him to maintain his balance, and he could only move slowly with his hands on the wall.

Natalie had seen similar situations before, where people who had been injured in the war and whose legs had been injured in the war were standing up again after a long period of healing.

So this otherworlder had been injured in their world? And it looked like it was a serious injury. Why would Murphy recruit a disabled person to come over here?

These doubts were accumulating in Demon Hunter Ji’s heart, but she didn’t show it, instead, she took out the arithmetic treasure beads and the psychic dog tags from her psychic energy bag and handed them over.

As the president of the Adventurer’s Guild, giving out identification to these warriors was originally her job.

Except for those players with special identities who needed to go to the administration office to receive special treasure beads, the first stop for all other players in Transylvania was the Adventurer’s Guild camp.

Wang Xiao already knew the usefulness of the arithmetic treasure beads in the forum posts, so he quickly bound and activated his own treasure beads, apologized and thanked Natalie again through the translation that came with the treasure beads, and then stumbled out alone.

Natalie didn’t take it to heart.

She went and debriefed Murphy, divided up some of the trouble she had on her hands with her Governor’s Excellency, and then headed back to the camp with a happy heart.

She went back to the camp and saw the “crow” she had just seen wandering around the camp.

But he was not lost, but was carefully observing the surroundings, even squatting down and digging out the grass roots under the ground to distinguish, that kind of meticulous observation made Natalie realize that the identity of this guy seems to be not ordinary.

“Do you have nothing to do?”

Natalie asked as she stepped forward:
“Don’t you have a mission?”

“I’ve reported and prepared to become an Administrator with the Admin Office, and I’m not interested in fighting.”

Raven looked up and tried to give Natalie a friendly smile.

He already had a mind mic plugin plugged into his ops jewel, but a normal player just entering the game wouldn’t have the startup capital for that, and apparently this guy had acquired gold coins on the forums before entering the game.

He obviously had his own complete set of plans for playing the game.

Natalie was getting more and more interested in this particular player in front of her, so she said:
“The Adventurer’s Guild is still short of a handyman, interested in earning some extra money?”

“Of course, thank you for offering the position.”

Raven dropped the grass root in his hand, he got up and patted the dirt on his hands and said:
“I am also in desperate need of an outlet to learn about this land, but you seem to be a church? So working here requires me to have faith?”

“And do you?”

Huntress asked, and Raven shook her head, seriously:
“No, I don’t.

There was a time when I prayed to every god I knew but no one answered me, and I got out of a low point in my life on my own, and that made me realize I wasn’t a weakling.

And I think.
You don’t seem like a man of faith either, at least not compared to that Master Eugene who just tried to preach to me, you’re a little too calm.”

“Yet I am the head of the church that is being rebuilt before your eyes, Your Excellency, and these words of yours seem very excessive to me!
Why would you doubt the sincerity of a Witch Hunter leader to the gods?”

“Oh? That’s really something.”

Raven surveyed the Natalie president in front of him with interest as he whispered:
“There are many words I could use to describe to you the relationship between a deity and a believer in my eyes, and I could also explain to you that I am not questioning you. However, I realize that I know nothing of your faith, so before I do explain, could you please take a moment to introduce me to the majesty of the god Avalon?
Perhaps it is possible that you could gain a believer for your god today.”

(End of chapter)