286 Accede to All Requests (2/2)

He had to use his wits.

”Do you have any requests?” Andrew asked cordially.

”You are the heroes of the Merchant Alliance. We'll accede to all of your requests.”

The gamers shouted, ”It's your word. Write a written pledge!”

…

Andrew was furious.

He received thousands of requests ranging from Magic Stones to Reputation Points, equipment, and even a shop in Winterfell.

Andrew had no choice but to give a standard reward.

Every Eternal Kingdom warrior was entitled to 100 Magic Stones and two sets of high-quality equipment.

The Magic Stones could be given on the spot, but the equipment had to be claimed in Winterfell.

The representative of the gamers said, ”No, we don't and will never agree.”

No equipment? That was a lame excuse! The gamers thought that they could take the equipment of the Winterfell troops.

What? Andrew felt it was absurd for the high and mighty Winterfell troops to strip their equipment for the gamers.

Since when did the Winterfell Garrison Guard suffer such humiliation?

Andrew ordered his troops, ”Everyone, strip your equipment.”

After giving up the Magic Stones and equipment, the gates slowly opened.

Andrew clenched his fists, while a group of reporters snapped pictures and recorded down information behind him.

He was going to massacre the gamers when the reporters were gone.

Andrew fumed. The most important goal was to take over the relic location and restart the excavation. He had to find Michelangelo's relic at all costs!

Andrew took over the Orc village. When he arrived at the large pit at the excavation site, he was stunned.

Wait a moment. When Andrew was there last, the pit wasn't so large, deep, and neat.

Andrew turned his head and looked at the green-skinned creatures who were smiling merrily. His heart started thumping.

What did these green-skinned creatures find?

If they found it, where was the item?

…

In a dark tunnel, three Beetlemons were controlled by Orc drivers as they hauled a large rock and a mysterious metal chest. They emitted dragging sounds as they moved.

Sherlock was at the front of the convoy. Apple, who was at the side, asked, ”Are you lost?”