Chapter 15 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What about the deerskin in our bag? Surely we can’t get rid of them in one go?”

After some idle chatter, Xue Yu turned the conversation back to the game. It was definitely not worthwhile to sell so many Feral Deerskins to the NPC shops, and the modest market in Tajit Village also meant that other players would not need it at such great quantities for now.

“Don’t worry. With the shortage of items right now, the major studios would be training Tailors. Those Tailors need to level up their skills, and for that they would need a lot of lesser grade beast skins—and since the elite members of their group would be busy leveling up and have no time to gather materials, you both only need to advertise yourselves that you are selling the deerskin by bulk. The studios would reach out to you soon enough, and you just have to stick to the price of three bronze coins and they would take it off your hands,” Nie Fan told them, having planned it all beforehand.

“Really?” Lin Suyue asked doubtfully.

“We should split up and promote the Feral Deerskin bargain sale, and then buy as many Novice Mana Potions as we could!” Nie Fan said—with a stockpile of those potions, they could have a wild time farming.

“Alright, we’ll try.” Neither Xue Yu nor Lin Suyue knew much about the market and were therefore slightly doubting Nie Fan, although they quickly split up and went to work—Nie Fan knew a lot, and was very much the leader of the trio.

And just as Nie Fan had told them, it wasn’t long after the trio started to promote the deerskin that representatives from quite a few studios reached out to purchase those items. Even if each individual studio could not purchase too many at once, they would take in a maximum of six hundred deerskin or around a hundred at minimum. Soon enough, all of their deerskin was sold out, and they could now afford to purchase quite a number of Novice Mana Potions.

Nie Fan noticed then that there were more high-level players in the village now, with the highest amongst them being Level 16. Nonetheless, the high-level players tend to belong to a fixed party and were gathered in groups of two or three. From that perspective, the player called Shadow Sadwind whom Nie Fan ran into at the Redwood Forest was quite formidable, being able to solo level but not lose out to these top-level players either.

Meanwhile, several players were recruiting in the square at the center of the village. They were affiliated to Stalker Studios and were ready to form a guild.

A guild?

Nie Fan remembered that the conditions for building a guild were very demanding. First, they must obtain a Silverwing Crystal, and then accomplish a series of major quests to obtain permission for building a guild. The Silverwing Crystal was worth a lot of money and Nie Fan incidentally knew where it dropped, but his current level was far from enough.

Still, that could wait—he should take things step-by-step.

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Right now, the trio could level up after buying enough Novice Mana Potions.

But that was when Nie Fan’s voice channel rang.

It was Lin Xinyan’s bright, clear voice.

“Nie Fan, where are you? I’m at Tajit Village now.”

“I’m outside the apothecary. What are you doing here?” Nie Fan asked—her spawn point was at Moxxi, why did she come here?

Nonetheless, she exclaimed excitedly, “I see you!”

Nie Fan looked around, and eventually found Lin Xinyan coming towards him.

Her face did not change much in-game: the outline on that oval face was ever distinct, and with those starry eyes, puckered lips, snow-white skin, and stunning curves she could lead anyone’s mind astray. The class she had chosen was Mage, and she was wearing light-blue robes sewn with motifs of wisteria flowers. Her dark, soft and silky hair was tied with a silver hairband and hung to her waist, exuding a unique classical elegance that players nearby could not help sliding a few more glances.

Beside her was a male player. His ID was ‘Tracer’—tall and handsome, he looked like he was around nineteen, the same age as Nie Fan himself.

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He looked at Nie Fan, studying him: although Nie Fan was not really good-looking, he had an indescribable elegance and appeared unaffected. Tracer’s brow wrinkled then, appearing rather irritated.

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At the moment, Lin Xinyan was Level 15 while he was Level 16, which was considered high.

Nie Fan approached them with composure.

“Hello,” he greeted them.

“Xinyan, how should I address him? Introduce us.” Tracer appeared gentlemanly and natural.

“He’s Nie Fan, my uncle’s son who’s living at my place for the moment. This is Xu Hong, a classmate of mine.”

Even as Lin Xinyan spoke, there was a blush too faint to be seen on her face as she introduced Nie Fan—to her, he was the man who had invaded her bathroom and quite different from others. Moreover, she heard that his father had once betrothed her to him when they were children, and she had argued many times with her father although it was a joke. Be that as it may, she no longer knew how she should behave around Nie Fan after the recent events, and was actually not so against the idea of marrying him anymore.

“Uncle, but his surname is Nie?” Xu Hong understood at once that Nie Fan wasn’t directly related to Lin Xinyan, and his brow lifted unwittingly when he heard that he was staying at Lin Xinyan’s house.

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“You’re only level twelve, Nie Fan? Do you want to come level up with us?” Lin Xinyan said invitingly then. “There’s twelve people in our group and half of us are pros: the best is now already level seventeen! Although the rest are my classmates.”

However, there was no way Nie Fan would join Lin Xinyan’s party. “It’s fine.” He smiled. “I’m going to level up with my two other friends.”

“Why not have them join us?” Lin Xinyan persuaded Nie Fan relentlessly. “Grouping up with us would definitely be faster than just training with just a few.”

“Really, it’s fine.” Nie Fan grinned, shaking his head—he would not lose to Level 20 players in ability even if he was only Level 12, and naturally couldn’t care less about those so-called pros.

“Forget it, he’s not coming. He’s level twelve right now—I’m afraid the others would have something to say if he joins us.” Xu Hong snidely jabbed at Nie Fan that his level was too low, and that he would not be welcomed if he joined their party stubbornly. He would be embarrassing himself then, and basically gathering disgust.

Nie Fan could tell what Xu Hong meant, but did not show his irritation. “Xu Hong’s right,” he said calmly. “Let’s level up some other day, today’s really inconvenient.”

Lin Xinyan could not help feeling disappointed, but she nodded. “Okay.”

Xu Hong was celebrating inwardly—at least Nie Fan knew his place. “I’m really sorry,” he told Nie Fan. “You wouldn’t be joining us today, but we’ll invite you again when you are level twenty to challenge the Gray Plains Swamp.”