551 You May Leave (1/2)
Moroes sat dejectedly at the stairs in front of his house. Though his movie was completed, it would still be some time before it was released, as it had to be packaged and promoted. The movie would be shown at a movie theater that was still being constructed in the old district of Winterfell.
The movie theater was only recently constructed. Sherlock intended to make some profit from the movie that the gamers had produced with Moroes.
When Moroes returned home with his completed movie and wanted to show to his wife, he discovered that she had already left home. Only a divorce agreement was placed on the table.
His wife knew that he wasn't at home. Why would she leave the divorce agreement on the table?
Moroes wanted to inquire about it at the related departments of the Merchant Alliance, but after reading a letter left by his wife, he decided not to.
”I'm going to be the girlfriend of a Magic Stone mine owner's son. Don't disturb me, poor Gnome!”
”Ah… my lost love and marriage…” Moroes lowered his head and drank in despair…
”Gosh, he's awesome! Arthur contacted many Guilds. Even Changan City and its allied Guilds are interested in joining. All Guild wars have been halted because of this farm mission. All of the gamers are going to kill Devil King Mammon!”
”That's awesome. A Teleport Portal is so expensive, and Sherlie is charging a fee. If the Guilds don't unite, it'll be a huge problem to journey to the farm.”
”That's right. Devil King Mammon is going to die this time!”
The warriors of Eternal Kingdom were chatting wildly. They postulated that Devil King Mammon would be killed this time. Normally, Moroes would also say that it was awesome in his heart and pretend that nothing had happened. But now, he had a burning desire. He threw away his wine bottle, stood up, and shouted to the nearby Goblins, ”Where's that farm? I'm going too!”
…
Arthur's plan was carried out smoothly. Though there were conflicts among the Guilds, they weren't actually deep-seated hatred. During critical junctures, the Guilds could unite together for a common goal, just like now.
A single Guild wasn't able to complete the farm mission with the huge deterrent of the long journey.
The Guilds uniting to construct a Teleport Portal at the farm was the best solution.
Nobody could complain about not being able to participate in the mission.
After paying the construction costs of the Teleport Portal and dishing out the connection fee to Lord Sherlock, the gamers formed a group of dozens of members to escort the Teleport Portal construction worker to the farm. Moroes also insisted on following the group to the farm.
Additionally, Moroes applied for leave.
”Lord Sherlock! I have completed the proceedings for my divorce.”
”You're divorced? Hmm, that's pretty good. I mean, don't be sad. Think on the bright side. You'll have more energy to concentrate on your work, isn't that so?”
”That's right, Lord Sherlock. In order to serve you, please allow me to follow your servants to the farm and fight Devil King Mammon. Only then can I improve!”
”You must be very depressed. If I ask you to stay, you'll not be able to concentrate on your work. You'll follow them to the farm and be the NPC.”
”NPC?”
”You'll assign missions, create some Plots, and listen to my orders, just like the previous missions.”
Moroes applied for leave and left for the farm, becoming the NPC.
However, Moroes felt that he wasn't on leave.
He didn't mind. Instead of worrying about his leave, he should be concerned about improving himself in a difficult situation!
That was what Moroes thought as he sat on a Beetlemon.
”Moroes, are you divorced? Do you want me to assassinate your wife? No, I mean, your ex-wife?”
”I'm in shock. Lancelot and Duke Guinevere were just married, and Moroes got a divorce. The game has updated its NPC Marriage System. Why can't gamers get married?”
”The gamers can get married if they find a witness at the Merchant Alliance Office. Or they can find Sherlie to officiate the wedding.”
”Can Sherlie officiate a wedding? Stop kidding. The fees will be at least 10,000 Magic Stones.”
”Sherlie is money-minded. He's stopping short of charging us for breathing air.”
”Shh, stop talking. If Sherlie got to know about this, he'd charge us for breathing air!”
The gamers chatted enthusiastically on the Beetlemon. They weren't nervous about the impending battle. It was as though they were touring instead of fighting Devil King Mammon.
That was their personality. No matter what problem they faced, they would be optimistic. They were the warriors of Eternal Kingdom.