580 Chapter 580 - Looking to Purchase the Utopian Magic Staff (1/2)

Having experienced plenty of counter-encirclement skirmishes, Vast Lushness's senses had essentially been honed to the point that she quickly realized the changes in the people around them. Meanwhile, Svelte Dancer was speaking with a level haughtiness that matched Young Master Han's disregard for anybody listening, so she did not notice what had just occurred. She was still staring intently at the queuing players that were now hesitating to retrieve their goods, yelling at those staring fixedly at them. ”What are you looking over here for?! Haven't you seen a beauty before? Carry on with your retrieval.”

Just as those words left her lips, Vast Lushness promptly dragged her right out the door. They were two ladies, so most players would instinctively be more accommodating to them. None of them wanted to make any move before they clearly knew what the ladies' intention was; were Glue and Flame Singed Clothes in their shoes, they would long be surrounded en masse and covered in spittle.

”What are we running for?” Svelte Dancer had yet to realize what was amiss as they made their way out of the Auction House.

”Your voice was too loud; the people there thought that the two of us are looking to rob someone,” Vast Lushness explained.

”Who dares?!” Svelte Dancer had her arms akimbo, glaring threateningly when she turned around. The gazes of more than half of the people inside were still following the two ladies, so Svelte Dancer managed to catch the bewildered suspicion in their eyes.

”We'll go according to your plan and wait for their reply.” Vast Lushness had no wish for there to be even more trouble, so she hurriedly tugged at Svelte Dancer to leave.

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Southern Lone Blade had already lost count of how many sleepless nights he had suffered. Ever since he began his foray in Parallel World, Southern Lone Blade had been maximizing his time gaming by staying up overnight. Compared to the other players, the hours he spent online were much longer. Today was his first time sleeping like a normal person, yet he ended up tossing and turning in his bed, unable to get a wink of sleep.

He was having trouble with his assignment, and his business was at a bottleneck. This was the problem Southern Lone Blade and his comrades were entangled with right now. None of them was even in the mood to exchange goodbyes before they got offline today, which only went to show how their morale was truly at its pits.

”One magic staff, two magic staves…” Southern Lone Blade's heart and mind had conjured images of the magic staff, as if he were counting sheep, reaching over a thousand before he finally fell asleep.

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The rest of his team were also online when he logged on to Parallel World the next day. Everybody exchanged greetings and did say anything further. No one asked what was in the books today, as if everyone was walking on eggshells.

Southern Lone Blade had nothing to say at the moment as well, so he went to the mailbox as per usual. He would always check his mail every day in-game as there was no way he could be online all twenty-four hours in a day. There would often be business that came in while he was not online.

However, checking the mail daily did not mean that there would be new business every day. The few letters he looked through were all meaningless drivel. It was only when he read the letter from Svelte Dancer did he receive a huge shock, scrutinizing the letter five times over.

If this were before, receiving a chance to do business with MMO community's number one pay-to-win player would certainly be a cause for celebration for Southern Lone Blade's gang, which was also why he did not wish to become enemies with Svelte Dancer in the first place. A majority of players who would do business with them were pay-to-win players, and Svelte Dancer was considered to be their dream client.

Now, all Southern Lone Blade could do was sigh heavily, for the letter had come too late. Given the relationship between Svelte Dancer and them, there was only one conclusion he could draw from this letter. It's a trap. It was another trap to smoke them out.

Southern Lone Blade was about to delete the mail offhandedly when he abruptly stopped himself. This was a trap, but that did not mean that there was nothing he could do to take advantage of this...

With that thought in mind, Southern Lone Blade quickly called the others for a meeting to relay to them in detail all about Svelte Dancer's letter.

Everyone was silent as the six others were equally transfixed. After hearing this news, all were expressionless and made no sound. It was apparent that this letter had not stimulated any thoughts in them.

Southern Lone Blade sighed and could only voice out, ”This letter is a trap, but we can utilize it.”

The six stared soullessly at Southern Lone Blade.

”The way I see it, they intend to lie to us, snatch back the Utopian Magic Staff from us, and then finish us off – killing two birds with one stone – but we happen to be capable of turning this trap right back on them,” Southern Lone Blade continued.

There was still no response. He could not allow this indifference to carry on uninterrupted, so he swept his gaze across the six and asked, ”Do you guys have something you wanna say?”

”Big South, you're still not giving up?” Flame Singed Clothes, who had been struck the heaviest out of them, spoke up first.

”Give up? Do you guys wish to give up?” Southern Lone Blade returned his gaze to the others.

None of them said a word, but he could read their expressions. They did not wish to give up, but they simply had no confidence and were reluctant to act.

Actually, Southern Lone Blade was in the same boat as well. From the time he counted the magic staves to lull himself to sleep last night to the time he saw this letter, he was also in the same state of doubt, lacking any self-confidence. That was until his heart was reignited by this flame of hope in the form of the letter.

”Even if we wish to give up, it's still not the end right now.” Southern Lone Blade waved the letter to the six.

”How would the letter affect anything?” Sure enough, none of the six men had put any thought into the matter.

”As I've said, they're looking to borrow our capabilities to obtain the magic staff, so they won't be giving us further trouble while we are still attempting to retrieve it. We should take advantage of this to see how things will pan out after we acquire the magic staff,” Southern Lone Blade said.

”Are you sure? Perhaps, all they want is to make us reveal our whereabouts again.” Blackwater took the letter from Southern Lone Blade in hopes of reading more to it but was disappointed at what he saw. Southern Lone Blade had described a rather complex situation, but there were actually few words on the letter. 'I'm offering twice the price; I want that magic staff.' It was signed by Svelte Dancer.

The letter was passed around to the others, and all of them shared the same sentiment. Being rich was wonderful. Just look at how imperious the tone of the letter was! Everybody could not help but think of how strenuous it was when doing business with Silver Moon – how every cent and aspect of the assignment had to be bargained before making a deal. In contrast, they did not have access to such an exceptional client like Svelte Dancer, yet it was for the fulfillment of Silver Moon's assignment that turned her into their enemy. Fate sure enjoyed making fools of men.

”What a lady!” All of them sighed in awe. Most players would look down upon pay-to-win gamers, but Southern Lone Blade and his men were the sort that loved this particular crowd.

”Even if that's the case, we have yet to verify whether she really intends to hire us for our services or not!” Glue reminded the others. Considering the conflicting positions they held with one another, they would be being far too witless if they believed this letter at face value, and that this would just be a simple transaction.