Chapter 118 - A Certain Player is About to Make Waves (2/2)
d.a.m.n it, I really want to beat him up.
Seeing the strange expression on her brother’s face, the girl ran off with her hands clasped over her face.
After letting out a sigh, John called for the butler and said, “Prepare four invitations for me and give them to the four Golden Sons in the city. You must speak to them with a respectful att.i.tude. Tell them that we hope to invite them as guests in my castle tonight. This is a private banquet. Apart from the five of us, no one else will partic.i.p.ate. We will discuss the safety of Delpon City.”
The butler immediately bowed and left.
At this moment, Roland was browsing the discussion forums. He had already uploaded the video of the girls’ disappearance on the forum yesterday, which had caused quite a stir.
And now, he was looking at a post by a gamer named Carl:
“Let’s change this rotten and backward world.”
The gist of it was that the gamers should gather themselves and occupy an unclaimed territory. They would take in wandering slaves to form a small country. They could use the systems of modern society to abolish slavery and the aristocracy. Ideals such as equality were to become the mainstream.
This thread was already the most popular thread, and it was even pinned by the forum moderator.
The players on this thread were divided into three factions.
The first group was in agreement. They liked this idea and were already excitedly discussing the first steps of the plan.
The second faction was naturally against the idea, and there were all sorts of strange reasons for their objection.
Some people just wanted to experience this primitive system, while others wanted to study it; therefore, they didn’t want the system to disappear. There were also those who simply wanted to enjoy the life of being “lofty” in a system of slavery. After all, professional players had more standing among the people of this world, especially spellcasters.
Some people simply thought that the person who came up with this plan was power-hungry.
The third faction was made up of spectators. They said that if the players were stronger, they would help the NPCs. If the players were too weak, they would work together.
The moment this faction spoke, they were immediately met with ridicule: Do you think you are the successor of Mohism[1]?
Roland frowned as he read most of the replies. Then he left behind five words in a huge, bold font.
“THE TIMING IS NOT RIGHT!”
After closing the discussion forum, Roland went to the saber arts club. During breakfast, the Qi siblings sized him up, their expressions strange.
After breakfast, Qi Shaoqiu called Roland to the empty s.p.a.ce behind the shed. He took out a cigarette and lit it.
The morning in the south was hot, but Qi Shaoqiu’s words were cold. “You saw blood yesterday?”
Roland was stunned. “What blood?”
“I can feel the murderous intent on you.” Qi Shaoqiu’s expression was serious. “Coupled with that warlike aura, you look fierce. I’m not teaching you how to use a blade now because I do not want you to think too highly of yourself and end up battling evil. Tell me, what did you do yesterday?”
Killing intent… I see.
Roland thought of Claus.
“I don’t know what to say, but I can only tell you that I didn’t do anything against the law.”
Qi Shaoqiu looked at Roland and was silent for a while. Then, he smiled and said, “You didn’t do anything against the law, but was able to produce a trace of murderous intent? I know what’s going on. It’s no wonder that chick, Jin Wenwen, is thinking of ways to stop you. In that case, I’ll get my little sister to teach you Daoism’s Nourishment of Life.”
[1] Mohism is best known for the concept of “impartial care.” Its founder, Mozi, believed that the essential problem of human ethics was an excess of partiality in compa.s.sion, not a deficit in compa.s.sion as such. His aim was to re-evaluate behavior, not emotions or att.i.tudes.