Chapter 592 - Relocate to the Human World (2/2)

It wasn’t until four minutes later that the other chairmen finally calmed Wright down.

Wright coughed lightly near the round table. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away just now. Let’s be honest, I love special dramas. Laugh at me if you will.”

But nobody laughed.

Everybody here was an adult. They knew very well when they should laugh and when they shouldn’t.

It was not a big thing that someone was crazy about special dramas. Everybody could have hobbies.

Seeing that nobody laughed at him, Wright was greatly relieved and then continued, “We’ve all seen what just happened. The intelligent golem has weaknesses. Then, Mr. Roland, did you see anything during the battle with the golem?”.

“Well, if I have to say something, the feeling of the attack was different.”

Everybody was stunned. Was there different feelings in hitting someone and getting hit?

“How should I describe it?” Roland thought for a moment and explained, “It’s like you want to have fried peanuts, but you get sun-dried peanuts in the end.”

Everybody was lost for words, and Wright asked, “What a metaphor… Is there any difference between them?”

“The former is dry, hard, and delicious, and the latter is only dry and hard. It is not really as delicious as the former.”

Everybody realized what he meant after that explanation.

Roland was implying that the golem wasn’t really as great as it seemed.

It meant that this golem might be made of flawed materials.

“We can kill this golem through a war of attrition. I realized that it didn’t have any auto-recovery technologies!”

Everybody’s eyes glittered. “Got it.” Wright nodded. “We’ll make slings… Fatter Cat will take care of that. We’ll let them know what remote firepower coverage means. We’ll cover it with bruises and slowly drain its HP.”

Another chairman asked, “Then what can the rest of us do?”

“Organize patrol at night. I suspect that someone will sneak up on us!”

All the chairmen wore interesting expressions.

They were surprised and unconvinced.

Some even had vague mockery on their faces. “They dare not come at all.” The chairman smiled and said, “The maggot Warlocks are too threatening. Besides, even if they sneak up on us, we can always change our base.”

Roland opened his hands. “But a lot of players might be killed for nothing. They might lose abundant EXP or even drop their levels. Wouldn’t it be better if we get prepared?”

“Mr. Roland, you are a lone wolf. You have no idea what it means to manage a guild of hundreds of members. We can’t give random orders. Every decision must be made with a good reason,” continued the chairman. “Besides, even if they sneak up on us, we can always fight them.”

Sensing the vague hostility in his words, Roland shrugged and wasn’t really bothered.

It was impossible to persuade anyone who refused to listen.

He had already proposed a suggestion, and it was up to them whether or not to accept it.

“What are our odds of success?” asked the leader of Fatter Cat.

Roland thought for a moment. “I think it’s 100%. The quest asked us to destroy the Spatial Magic Tower, but there’s no time limit. If ten days aren’t enough, we’ll fight a year. I don’t think the Spatial Magic Tower can win a prolonged battle.”

All the guild chairmen laughed and thought that Roland had a point.

Of course, that being said, none of the players were willing to waste half a year on the operation against the Spatial Magic Tower.

The sooner the quest was completed, the better.

Roland thought for a moment and asked, “Right, the battle report I read mentioned that you’d relocated most of the cat-humans. Was Maromatha among them?”

“What do you want?” A chairman who was laughing hard a moment earlier suddenly changed his expression. “Maro belongs to all of us, not just you.” Roland was obviously confused.

Someone quickly explained. “This man is a crazy fan of cats, particular the black ones. So, you know.”

Oh, I see.

I totally understand.

Roland’s first girlfriend was also a crazy fan of cats. He knew how devoted those people could be to cats.

He finally realized why this player was hostile to him a moment earlier.

The man was only jealous of him.

“Maromatha took her people 30 kilometers to the north and settled down in an oasis,” explained a female guild player. “If you want to find them, just go north. You should be able to find them soon since you can fly.”

Roland nodded and left the commander center.

After he left, a heated discussion commenced in the command center regarding whether or not patrol and defense should be organized.

Flying in the sky, Roland soon found the oasis where Maromatha was.

After he landed, he saw that there were cat-humans all over the oasis, who were sunbathing on the sand.

When they were too hot, they would roll to the shade and take a break.

Leaning against a tree, Maromatha yawned. She “combed” her face with her hands now and then.

When cat-humans were dizzy, they would subconsciously behave in the way that had been deeply etched into the DNA of cats.

These cat-humans were living a good life. They had food even if they didn’t do anything in the oasis.

The Golden Sons had donated a large batch of life necessities to them, enough for all of them to survive a couple of months.

Roland’s undisguised magic waves during his landing shocked Maromatha to her feet.

But she was relieved to see that it was Roland.

After Roland landed, she said with a smile, “It’s been a long time, Mr. Roland.”

“It indeed has,” replied Roland with a smile.

“Are you here for me?”

Having spent some time with Roland, Maromatha knew that he didn’t like subtleties, so she simply asked after his intention without beating around the bush.

“Yes.” Roland nodded. “Marilyn missed and worried about you. She wanted to know if you’re willing to live with her in the Red Magic Tower.”

“I certainly am.” Maromatha helplessly looked at her compatriots around her. “But I have responsibilities to them.”

That was true.

Roland looked at the cat-humans who were enjoying the sunlight lazily.

The cat-humans looked quiet and peaceful, but they were a curious people. They were probably the only creatures in the world who considered themselves as minorities.

At this moment, several cat-humans had already lost their desire to sleep and looked at Roland and Maromatha with great curiosity.

“What a shame.” Roland heaved a sigh and shook his head.

“If they have a safe place to live…” Her eyes suddenly glittered. “Roland, didn’t you mention that a friend of yours was building a city dominated by Golden Sons? Can we move there?”