Chapter 243: The Real Reward (2/2)

Without sufficient protein from meat and eggs, the growth of children amongst the tribe had slowed as well. Their stamina was lacking, their bodies scrawny and they are definitely unable to learn the martial sorcery passed down through generations.

But now, the overflowing supplies that the Players brought (mainly food) left the chief of the Long Ears feeling as if they had opened a door to a new world.

In his opinion, food, an important element for survival wasn’t a precious resource for the humans.

Even if their tribe still couldn’t break through the blockade set up by the Graywolfmen and the Hyena-men and secure necessary resources for their survival, wouldn’t they be able to start something new and trade with the humans calling themselves ‘Players’? It certainly looked like they enjoyed their seafood.

Still, the chief found that the numbers weren’t right when he thought deeper about it.

The Players’ preference of seafood merely extends to a matter of taste, and they are not the nobility who would spend astronomical prices to buy seafood which actually wasn’t worth much.

Trade wouldn’t last long if they use the seafood as their competitive commodity.

Besides, harvesting seafood was quite difficult at the Dark Tidal Coast and a moment of carelessness would mean the loss of more of their tribespeople, which was hardly worth it…

Meanwhile, the Players were naturally unconcerned with what the Long Ears’ tribe chief was thinking. Most of them were boasting about their heroic deeds in the previous event—there was no lack of tales about how they fought the Dead Red Dragon and crippled one of its legs or how they stood alone against hundreds of Undead Orks. Even Joe, who was taking sips of his malt ale was describing in detail to an onlooking crowd about how he knocked off one the Dead Red Dragon’s toes with a single swing of his sword.

Edward, on the other hand, caught sight of Zonyan who looked a little lonely.

He walked up, offering the Leo a toast and only then asked about why he looked a little dejected.

“I thought the rewards for building the Lifestone to connect the two continents would be better.” Zonyan smiled bitterly, shaking his head. “But all the God of Games gave is some EXP and game coins… it’s a lot, but it’s not quite what I expected…”

This was exactly what it meant: greater expectations lead to greater disappointment.

Edward, however, chuckled after hearing Zonyan’s story—he knew then that the Leo’s faith was not as firm as his that he would doubt the God of Games over something so trivial. “You’ve misunderstood our lord. If I’m right, you could still exchange the big ships before, right?”

“Yes… but I would have to carry out more daily quests.” Zonyan nodded, but then exclaimed in irritation, “And I hate daily quests!”

“But that reward is granted to you alone!” Edward replied seriously. “Think about it—us Players may be able to move between the continents through the Lifestone, but what we could carry isn’t much. We even have to pay game coins to come through!”

“Ships are different in that respect. Make one big enough and chart a safe route over the seas, you could move as much cargo as you want! Aren’t you please with being able to conduct trade between continents? If it was Marni, he would literally die again from happiness!”

Then, Edward made a solemn face as he summed things up. “So, don’t be down over such things. How could the God of Games be wrong? He has already prepared everything for you!”

Zonyan thought about it. That did make sense, although there was also something wrong about it…

He glanced at Edward and thought to himself: The God of Games truly worked in mysterious ways. Us mortals could hardly understand…