N-A-A Chapter 56: I'm going to climb to the top step by step!
Chapter 56: I'm going to climb to the top step by step!
"This game is so realistic!"
In the crowd, a new player was marveling at something when he suddenly sniffed and smelled a strange odor coming from somewhere.
He turned around and saw a pale-faced, beardless guy posing and preening as if no one else was around.
The pungent smell was clearly coming from the other person.
"Damn, these days anyone can play games." The player pinched his nose, his face full of disgust.
"Sigh, you can't judge a book by its cover. Maybe he's the Invincible East."
The one speaking was this player's companion. If you didn't see the other person's lewd and smirking expression, you would think that this guy was saying nice things for the other person.
"I didn't mean to attack his appearance, but it was his attire that attacked my fragile heart." Their back-and-forth conversation had already reached the ears of the "palace eunuch."
But the other party clearly didn't care at all.
You two idiots, you don't know anything!
Although this update adds the profession of palace eunuch to players.
But who would want to experience what it's like to be a eunuch when they have nothing better to do?
So among these 400 new players, apart from this guy with the game ID "Nine Thousand Years Old", there was no one else.
This guy, whose ambition is evident just from his name, is a eunuch of a kind, truly unique among men.
Despite the growing incomprehension and ridicule around him, the "Nine Thousand Years Old" remained unmoved. In his view, all of this was merely a stumbling block before he could achieve his ambitions.
That man once said: How can a man's journey be smooth sailing?
His journey was not about suffering, but about being the first to try something new in the game!
While that pioneering bigwig was "calling a mouse a duck" and becoming an intelligence assistant, the de facto intelligence minister, he was posting photos offline to flaunt his title.
He, the "Nine Thousand Years Old," already had an idea in mind. After the update introduced palace eunuchs, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good way to make money.
That means becoming a eunuch by the king's side and selling information to other players!
Whether it's intelligence presented by someone who "calls a mouse a duck" or an order that the king is about to issue, he can use it to exchange for money. In his view, at this time, the affairs of state are no different from being transparent.
I guess she's similar to Dai Ying.
As long as he can obtain firsthand information, there will definitely be people willing to buy it.
One by one, the players in front of them were led away by their guilds, while the solo players remained indifferently in place, gathering in twos and threes with the veteran players. It was obvious that they were discussing exchanging money for Kingdom Coins offline.
"You are... a palace eunuch?"
The figure walked over and stopped in front of him.
It was him, that man, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the Andal, the King of the Rhoynar and the First Men, the true dragon Viserys Targaryen!
"His Majesty!"
[Nine Thousand Years Old] lowered his head. The first step for him to make money was to get Viagra to take him in. He was extremely nervous at the moment. If he got stuck in the first step, he would be "famous for all time".
"Well, then you'll stay by my side from now on." Viserys glanced meaningfully at the other's genitals, coughed lightly, and turned to leave.
Wow, there really are "warriors" among the players.
Call ~
[Nine Thousand Years Old] secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then, under the strange gazes of the players, he imitated the eunuch's appearance that he had learned from TV, and followed behind Viserys with small, shuffling steps.
at the same time.
Inside the military camp, the "Laughing Storm Legion," composed of eight hundred members from the Thunder Palace of [Storm], was watching their guild leader and legion commander speak.
At this moment, Viserys was unaware that if he noticed this scene, he would definitely come and ask which god-like being had named the legion, which reminded him of a certain Baratheon.
The heroes of the [Wind and Cloud] tournament have also called on players to form the "Wind and Cloud Legion", which has a total of 700 members.
The Templar Knights, known as "Loves Pineapple," transformed directly from a guild into a legion with a total of 500 members.
Below the three major guilds, there are dozens of legions, ranging from seventy or eighty to two or three hundred, such as "Gun Legion," "Iron-Blooded Youth Legion," and "Heretical Crusade," giving people the feeling that there are many turtles in shallow waters, and big shots everywhere.
Although Viserys made such a remark after learning about it, the players actually had a lot of fun.
Viserys could only say, "Whatever makes you happy."
He's very busy right now, dealing with merchants' dissatisfaction with customs deducting different taxes for different currencies, and the unfairness of a uniform tax rate for small caravans regardless of the size of the cargo.
Although the West did not have memorials, their nature was essentially the same, and envelopes filled with even more nonsense piled up like mountains.
Daenerys sat quietly to the side, watching her brother's worried face. The three dragon eggs lay quietly beside her, like a house cat taking a nap.
The newly appointed "Nine Thousand Years Old" was sorting through the envelopes that had been replied to. Since the king had opened them all himself, it was convenient for him to read them.
To be honest, we did get a lot of intelligence, but most of it was nonsense, like, "What did Your Majesty eat for lunch?" The answer was, "I had grilled trout with snail and pigeon soup."
The other issue is the adjustment of taxes for different ship materials and different fleet sizes, which is important but currently has no bearing on players.
"Um?"
Another letter was casually tossed over by the king. The [Nine Thousand Years Old] subconsciously took a moment to tidy it up and glanced at its contents:
"The Plan for the Complete Occupation of Götaho".
[Nine Thousand Years Old] I glanced at it briefly. It was written by an NPC named Bevos to Viagra. It mentioned a proposal to completely occupy G. Doho and integrate all the Andals and Rhoynar tribes. The king circled it quite a bit.
It should be a suggestion for revision.
[Nine Thousand Years Old] didn't examine it closely, but instead used the player's built-in camera function to take a picture of the envelope, and then placed the envelope into the A-level category according to the four categories of lightness and heaviness specified by the king: A, B, C, and D.
A moment later, a white-robed guard walked in. [Nine Thousand Years Old] knew that he was also a player, as he could tell from the ID above the guard's head. He also knew that most of these guys in white robes were foreigners.
Seeing that the other party had taken the envelope away, [Nine Thousand Years Old] turned back and continued to sort through the envelope.
The envelopes were divided into four categories, prioritizing those of higher importance and urgency. Guards at the door would come in every few moments to collect the envelopes and return the more important ones first.
He was already very skilled at this job, so that when the man in the white robe walked in, he wouldn't be sorting through the mountain of envelopes.
Being a eunuch doesn't seem so difficult, does it? The "Nine Thousand Years Old," whose goal is to become the "Grand Eunuch in Charge," begins to handle his primary and secondary duties with ease.
He would occasionally take pictures of envelopes that seemed useful to the players, and soon it was time for Viserys to finish dealing with his official duties.