Chapter 827: Chapter 664: The Warm Hypnosis of Hellish Colleagues
Uriel walked down the main street of Black Dragon Secret Abyss City, seeking information about the Prophet. Without the pressure of a mission and the thrill of racking up points, Uriel, who had been pulling all-nighters for days, seemed a bit befuddled.
Lately, Uriel had been making countless trips back and forth transporting ore, but he would stop at the Mining Guild, never having the time to explore other parts of the city. As for Black Dragon City, it’s really a relic from the last version, and Uriel doesn’t actually know much about it.
Now it seems like the prosperity and order here are worth digging into. This is still during a state of war readiness; imagine how bustling it would be at a normal time.
A group of Dark Elf beauties, veiled and wearing sacrificial leg-revealing robes, passed by him.
Dark Elves?
Uriel realized he was truly out of it. Mining Grandmaster Bast has property, women, and slaves in this city. It was after investigating his details that he’d been coerced into joining the association, wasn’t it? He’s familiar with the place, so why not ask him?
—Dios Commerce Association Channel [Vice President Uriel]: "Is Mr. Bast around?"
[Bast]: "I am."
Uriel: "I’m looking for a profession, you’re quite familiar with this city, right?"
Bast: "Fairly familiar. If there’s anything I don’t know, my butler should know."
Uriel: "Then I’ll just drop by your place for a look."
Bast: "Most welcome!"
[Plague Angel]: "Grandmaster, can I ask you something too?"
Uriel was stunned.
Bast surprised: "Please speak, madam?"
Plague Angel sighed: "I want to learn Dragon Language, but no one on the street has time to bother with me."
Uriel was amazed: "Why does Ms. Plague want to learn Dragon Language?"
Plague Angel sighed: "I feel out of place in this city; learning some Dragon Language might help me fit in better."
[Wine Angel]: "Uh... little Plague, maybe that’s not the main reason."
[Shoe Angel]: "It’s your unique aura that causes... a sense of distance with people."
Plague Angel snorted: "So you’re saying I have an aura? Whatever, I’m used to it. But learning some local specialty when visiting is not an issue, right?"
Bast laughed: "No problem, madam, do come by my house; I’ll have the butler find someone to arrange it."
[Aimee]: Oh? Can we also visit the Grandmaster’s home for fun?
[Kasha]: I heard the Grandmaster is very wealthy in Secret Abyss City, can I come and have a look?
Bast laughed: "Ladies, you are all welcome! Most welcome!"
Wine Angel: Hey, is it only ladies who are welcome? I was hoping for some good wine at the Grandmaster’s place!
Bast laughed: "Of course, the Angels are also most welcome! Please, good wine awaits!"
[Julia]: I’m Blood Race and only drink blood wine, does the Grandmaster have blood wine?
Bast laughed heartily: "Certainly, my bartender can always collect the freshest blood from the most beautiful virgin slave girls, guaranteeing it will make Ms. Julia glow with beauty!"
[Duodolin]: I want to see just how wealthy your place is.
Bast said in a serious tone: "Don’t come! You’re wealthy, you win!! Not welcome!!"
Duodolin scoffed: "I don’t want to anyway!"
Uriel laughed: "Grandmaster, since you’ve invited everyone, might as well not exclude Grandmaster Duolin. How about I pay, and we hold a banquet at your place? I’ve realized we’ve never had a meal together."
Bast laughed: "How can I let a guest pay? I insist! There will be good wine, great food, and music and dance!"
Uriel laughed: "Who lets members pay for gatherings? I’m the Vice President; I’ll pay! Let me indulge my desire to flaunt wealth."
Aimee laughed: "We only know the Vice President as a Sage, but we’ve never known how wealthy the Sage is. Perhaps it’s time to let everyone glimpse?"
Bast laughed: "That wish must be fulfilled! Arrangements will be made! I’ll have the Head Maid purchase the most luxurious ingredients..."
This harmonious atmosphere melted away Uriel’s tense state; Uriel never imagined that there could be such a warm scene among colleagues in Hell. Perhaps, he was too utilitarian, missing out on a lot of the game’s fun...
...
Golden Divine Throne, naval dock maintenance factory.
Michael and the Fourth Prince were touring the shipyard, also admiring the genuine smiles of the shipyard owner and the mechanics. The most important thing was to stimulate the Fourth Prince’s imagination, encouraging him to take initiative. Michael usually refrained from making such suggestions himself.
Additionally, since the owner unexpectedly lacked manpower, Michael pulled some strings and called those idle young masters lounging around his tavern to the shipyard for menial tasks that required no technical skill, thus gaining the shipyard’s goodwill.
Sure enough, the Fourth Prince recognized an acquaintance: "That’s Specialist Smith from the Military Department’s Procurement Section; shall we invite him for a drink?"
Michael laughed; this was exactly how to spark the Fourth Prince’s imagination. But his goal was never just about this minor engagement, as the Emperor’s Clone in the main hall might not be pleased.
"Go have fun, Your Highness. I have some matters to check at the library."
The Fourth Prince smiled: "Alright, I’ll go talk to him."
Michael quickly left the scene. In reality, he had nothing to do, feeling quite aimless.
Might as well inquire about Uriel’s situation: "Uriel, have you made any progress on your end?"
The butler came over to report: "Mr. Uriel has fallen asleep in his capsule."
Everyone was astonished: "No way? Did Uriel fail the ’Sleepless Achievement’?"
The butler laughed: "There’s currently a song and dance banquet happening in Mr. Uriel’s capsule, and he’s had quite a bit to drink in the game."
Sariel was stunned: "Drinking in the game, and he’s actually drunk in real life? Are you saying that sensory uplink is real?"
Michael grumbled: "How could that be? Uriel must be too exhausted. Now there are no tasks, and his mind has relaxed. It’s actually good; he probably hasn’t had proper sleep for a week. Let him rest while there’s no task."
Sela laughed: "But Uriel said this might mean he won’t wake up for a day or two! If he doesn’t wake up for that long, wouldn’t it affect your score-boosting?"
Michael was startled: "Butler, when the time comes, by any means necessary... just do your best to wake him up!"
Butler sweating: "Under-understood!"
Sariel laughed: "Just a bucket of water then!"
Metatron: "No! Uriel is sleeping with the consciousness uplink data cable attached, it can’t be forcibly removed, and water-splashing could lead to circuit short-circuit and other unexpected incidents."
Sariel laughed: "Just kidding, Mei took it seriously!"
Gabriel spoke: "The Nightmare War that I’ve been preparing for two days in Night Market City to capture Demonic Puppet’s toys has been initiated! Liya takes it very seriously and plans to participate personally!"
Sariel laughed: "Is she out for revenge?"
Gabriel said seriously: "Of course, she wants revenge! I’ve always wanted her to participate, but couldn’t find a reason, so this situation fits perfectly."
Michael remembered something: "Anyway, I don’t have anything to do now; I haven’t visited Heroic Spirit Hall in days either. How about I go to Heroic Spirit Hall to inquire about Liya’s soul’s specific situation?"
Gabriel said: "Good, at that time there were too many people, so I couldn’t inquire much, the boss better go personally to ask and understand the concrete situation."
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