hotmtlnovel Chapter 473: 279 What is Professionalism (Part 2)_2
Chapter 473: 279 What is Professionalism (Part 2)_2
Chapter 473: Chapter 279 What is Professionalism (Part 2)_2
And his wife, Elyan, looked at the Minotaur in front of her and suddenly murmured, “Terrell, is that you?”
“...I’m sorry, I came back late.”
Staring incredulously at the Minotaur before her, Elyan was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked forward, caressing the kneeling Minotaur, and whispered softly, “Welcome back.”
“Mhm.”
That day, the Minotaur Terrell returned home.
The experience of the Minotaur Terrell quickly spread, thus confirming the speculation that monsters could be used as labor.
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Due to the previous rebellion, there was a shortage of labor around Yifate, and there was a need for monsters to fill the gap in labor force.
Moreover, monsters were unconscious, all products of the dungeon, so as long as a boss from one’s own side took over the dungeon, these monsters would become excellent laborers.
Normally, such a situation would certainly evoke a great deal of opposition, but now, the world was in a delicate moment.
The Demon God was invading, the nobility were covetous, Yifate had become a workers’ union, and the Gods were endorsing this act.
Under various conditions, monster labor was quickly accepted and began taking over the previous labor-intensive or hazardous jobs.
And in such a context, the value of the nobility became higher.
However, it wasn’t the value they desired.
The worth of the nobility now was not simply because they were nobility, but also because of their greed, which enabled them to help spawn dungeons, then become fodder for players to farm dungeons and became the source of labor for farms, mines, and logging camps.
The new way of exploiting the nobility turned them into fat sheep in everyone’s eyes, and a great number of defecting nobles were transported to Yifate or the City of Judgment, dragged eagerly by many hands to places they hoped to be, and thrown near dungeons to serve as fodder.
The former oppressors now returned to the ecosystem as a link; this made Xiemen Waidao reflect on how each species has its own ecological niche, including the nobility.
The whole process lasted several minutes before it stopped, and then the guards hurried over to escort the two to a safe and open area.
After about ten minutes, the number of refugees gradually increased, and the City of Judgment’s Angel Envoy quickly arrived to inform them of the cause of the earthquake.
It was due to that very paragon of integrity.
Just after being transported to the City of Judgment, he delivered a rousing speech.
In his speech, he described the Angel Envoy of the City of Judgment as a fallen angel, he called adventurers “traitorous lapdogs,” he depicted the rebels of Yifate as “rats crawling out of a sewer,” and portrayed himself as a “pure and betrayed saint.”
His speech was flawless; even the most despicable and shameless players said this man was blatantly lying, yet they couldn’t find a single inconsistency.
Some also wondered if they had truly misunderstood him, if he really was a noble person, when a nearby dungeon provided them with the best response.
As soon as he stepped off the carriage and onto the ground of the City of Judgment, the nearby dungeon grew wildly like bamboo shoots after a rain.
Dungeons that players had carefully preserved for the Blood Moon instantly jumped from the first rank to the fourth, and high-level instances that had been cleared were rapidly reformed, prompting players to exclaim, “What’s going on with the game management?”
The nobleman known for his integrity still hadn’t grasped what had happened, continuing to shout brazenly, “I am not wrong, I can assure you that I live like a saint, my wife, children, and maids are the best evidence.”
Seeing the dignified nobleman, players couldn’t help but acknowledge that one had to be quite capable to mix up to that level.
Even Xiemen Waidao admitted that this was professionalism, acknowledging that he could not perform this act of lying with eyes wide open.
Furthermore, this was only one first-rank aristocrat. When the other six all gathered, who knows what sort of scene it would create.
Upon hearing this news, Yifate’s Drey also remarked on how one can’t judge a book by its cover, who knew the old man’s greed could reach such a level.
Regardless of these reflections, instances still needed to be run.
The arrival of a first-rank aristocrat directly relieved the players’ urgent needs, and they began to raid instances even more wildly, explore strategies more actively, and produce increasingly more videos, tempting those who couldn’t play as well.
And as the players’ strength further increased, the strategy for the final instance finally came onto the agenda.
It was time to raid the last Demon God.