Chapter 325: A Salted Fish Personality?
After all, this was like manna from heaven—and the manna was made of dragon meat. They would have to be complete idiots to refuse.
After watching Reina Quinn leave, Sylas Sawyer immediately sent a message back to the Survival Game Administration about the matter.
He didn’t dare leave with the contract right now. After all, besides players from Drakonia, there were players from other countries in The Card Tavern.
And Sylas Sawyer’s identity was no secret here. Although their recent conversation had been soundproofed, he still didn’t dare take any risks.
Meanwhile, after the Survival Game Administration received the message, Dylan Adler, Seth Larkin, Aidan Sinclair, and Candice Sawyer rushed over as quickly as possible. The director of the Survival Game Administration came with them.
The five of them, along with Sylas Sawyer, went to a private room on the second floor.
After reading the contract’s contents, the director of the Survival Game Administration signed his name on the line for Party B without any hesitation.
The moment his name was signed, the ordinary contract suddenly emitted a golden light, which then vanished.
Just as Sylas Sawyer had said, this matter was nothing but beneficial for Drakonia, and even for all of Cerulea. They had no reason to refuse.
Now, what they were concerned about was when they could take over the first instance.
"The first instance will be in three days. Reina Quinn ordered one thousand three-star cards from the Master to Concrete an instance called Mermaid Carnival."
The door to the private room had opened at some point, and the butler walked in from outside, carrying a tray with drinks on it.
Seeing the butler enter, Aidan Sinclair worked up the courage to ask, "Then what instance does the owner plan to acquire from her?"
The butler shook his head. "The Master doesn’t know which instances Reina Quinn has experienced yet. She will list all the instances she’s been through over the next three days."
"Can we be the ones to choose from the list? After all, we’re the ones who will actually be managing the instance. What I mean is, the owner is just one person. Her perspective is bound to have some blind spots. But our Survival Game Administration has a powerful analytics department behind it. We can definitely pick the best instance," the director said.
The butler waited a moment after hearing this. A short while later, he nodded and said, "The Master has agreed. She says she trusts you. Do you have any other questions?"
Seth Larkin suddenly asked, "How many instances does your master currently control?"
"Six," the butler said, then turned and left the room, leaving the others behind.
"Six instances. Besides the two for us and the one that was just made public, there are three more she hasn’t revealed."
"Could it be because those three instances were Concreted with White Cards, and the owner hasn’t had time to replace them with new Advanced Cards yet? Is that why they aren’t open?" Aidan Sinclair said.
"Or maybe she’s just been too busy and forgot," Sylas Sawyer suddenly added.
As the person who had the most contact with The Card Tavern’s owner, Sylas Sawyer could sense that she was not a very diligent person. In fact, her personality was a bit on the lazy side.
’The only reason she’s going through all this trouble is that she wants to bring more uncontrollable and threatening factors under her control. That way, she can slack off more easily.’
’This time, she’s handing the instance management over to us. Besides genuinely wanting to help, the bigger reason is probably because she finds it too troublesome.’
’After all, based on the information I’ve gathered from the butler and those little dolls, the owner hasn’t joined any faction, nor does she have any intention of starting one. She truly only has her cards for company.’
’This is a result of her lazy nature, but it also reveals her distrust of human nature. She doesn’t trust anyone but herself.’
"Regardless, this is a good thing for Drakonia. Now we just have to wait for that Croupier, Reina Quinn, to deliver the list of instances."
With that, the director stood up and headed out. He had to return to the capital immediately for a meeting to handle the follow-up matters.
Just as the group was leaving the private room one by one, they ran into the butler again.
"There was something I forgot to tell you earlier. The Master asked me to remind you that it’s best not to go to the Dealer’s Domain."
"What’s the Dealer’s Domain?"
"Why can’t we go to the Dealer’s Domain?"
Aidan Sinclair and Candice Sawyer asked at the same time.
The butler didn’t answer either of them. He just said faintly, "I am only relaying the Master’s wishes. Whether you listen or not is up to you."
’The Dealer’s Domain isn’t life-threatening, but it *is* a five-star card, so it must have some unknown functions.’ As Perry Yates thought this, her mind turned to Sage Bishop and her somewhat fanatical expression. She wasn’t sure if that fervor was caused by the card or if it was simply genuine adoration.
Reina Quinn was fast. Soon, she delivered a thick stack of printed paper.
On the papers was a list of every instance she had experienced since the game began—except, of course, for the ones she had already Concreted.
But in all these years, she had only managed to Concrete a total of five instances.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to Concrete more; it was that she didn’t dare, and more importantly, she couldn’t.
Because they all used low star cards to Concrete them, every exploration would affect reality. Even if they weren’t explored, this effect still lingered.
Moreover, the danger level was also extremely high.
Over time, fewer and fewer people explored the Concreted instances. Most who did were desperados or people who valued money over their lives. And they no longer dared to Concrete new instances.
The reason Reina Quinn was in such a hurry to Concrete the Mermaid Carnival instance this time wasn’t because it contained any rare resources. It was because the instance was utterly terrifying, filled with man-eating Piranhas that had two long, slender legs and the body of a fish.
On her home planet, there was an organization whose leader was a Croupier. Reina Quinn had learned that this person was preparing to Concrete this very instance to target the planet’s ordinary people. She had to stop them.
After the Survival Game Administration received this information, the great minds behind the scenes immediately got to work at top speed.
They analyzed the instance names and their simple descriptions word by word, trying to find the best possible one.
They didn’t need to worry about the instance’s safety. Given The Card Tavern owner’s personality, any instance she would Concrete and open to them would definitely be made with three-star cards.
In that case, as long as those who entered didn’t actively court death, their lives wouldn’t be in danger. Therefore, what they needed to consider was which instances could be squeezed for the most value.