Chapter 362: Coming to the Door One by One
Arriving at the private room on the second floor, she saw a familiar face waiting for her—Dylan Adler.
However, Dylan Adler didn’t know Perry Yates’s identity, so...
When Dylan Adler heard the door open, he saw a masked person walk in. Knowing this was the owner of The Card Tavern, he quickly stood up and introduced himself, "Hello, my name is Dylan Adler, Croupier number 002."
Perry Yates was a little surprised by Dylan Adler’s frankness, but she quickly composed herself.
"What can I do for you?" Perry Yates asked, getting straight to the point.
After all, Sylas Sawyer was usually the one who contacted her. It was rare for anyone else to show up, especially a Croupier coming to her directly.
"It’s like this. I want to Concrete a dungeon, and I need your help." Seeing Perry Yates’s direct question, Dylan Adler also got straight to the point.
Hearing this, Perry Yates blinked. "As a fellow Dealer Player, you don’t need my permission to Concrete a dungeon."
The implication was, ’If you want to Concrete one, just do it. Why come to me?’
Even though she was the only person on Cerulea to have Concreted a dungeon so far, it wasn’t like she was running a monopoly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Perry Yates noticed Dylan Adler’s expression and suddenly said, "You’re not here for the cards, are you?"
Dylan Adler didn’t speak, but from the look on his face, she knew she had guessed correctly.
Perry Yates tilted her head, asking in confusion, "With Drakonia’s resources, I can see them not managing six-star or five-star cards, but they should be able to scrape together a thousand three-star cards, right? Or at worst, five thousand two-star cards?"
"The nation can certainly afford the cards to Concrete a single dungeon, but I want to Concrete all the dungeons I’ve ever experienced."
As one of the earliest players to enter the Survival Game, Dylan Adler had experienced far more dungeons than Perry Yates. If it were just a matter of Concreting them, Drakonia could manage it by exhausting all its resources.
But doing so would leave no guarantee of safety.
Besides, if they used all their cards to Concrete dungeons, what would the other players do?
Even though the number of players was no longer increasing, this also meant that if the player count were to drop drastically or vanish entirely, they would lose their only way of obtaining cards.
And then there was The Card Tavern. Inside The Card Tavern, cards were even more useful than money.
So, under these circumstances, Dylan Adler could only seek out Perry Yates, the owner of The Card Tavern. She was the only one who could produce so many cards in such a short amount of time.
After hearing Dylan Adler out, Perry Yates nodded. "The cards are no problem. Quantity is no problem. But I want fifty percent ownership of all the dungeons."
Hearing Perry Yates’s demand, Dylan Adler hesitated for a moment, but then quickly nodded in agreement. "No problem. We’re both from Cerulea, so it’s all the same whose hands the dungeons’ ownership is in."
At that, Perry Yates chuckled but said nothing.
A glowing sheet of paper appeared before them. It was a contract generated by the System based on the terms of their deal. As long as both parties signed their names or left a handprint, the transaction would be complete. If either party were to break the agreement, they would be punished by the System.
After signing the contract, Dylan Adler asked impatiently, "When can I start?"
Perry Yates glanced at the eager Dylan Adler and said, "What’s the rush? Do you think Ascending cards to three-star is that easy? Especially when you want so many at once."
"Actually, if three-star cards are too much trouble, two-star cards will do," Dylan Adler said.
His original plan had been to use two-star cards. While a dungeon Concreted with them wouldn’t be as safe as one made with three-star cards, it wouldn’t cause any harm to the outside world.
"Dream on," Perry Yates said with a cold snort.
While Ascending a two-star card costs less energy than a three-star card, don’t forget that he’d need five thousand of them.
The energy required to Ascend five thousand two-star cards could Ascend two thousand three-star cards, with some left over.
Comparing the two, it was more cost-effective to Ascend the cards to three-star. It used less energy and required fewer cards.
As for why not use four-star cards, the energy required to Ascend a three-star card to four-star was far greater than Ascending a two-star card to three-star. The two were on completely different scales.
Having gotten Perry Yates’s promise, Dylan Adler left, satisfied. However, not long after he was gone, someone else came looking for her.
Perry Yates had always assumed that out of the other three Croupiers besides herself, at least two were with the Survival Game Administration.
She looked at the two men who had come to her door. One had black hair and black eyes. His looks weren’t particularly outstanding, but he exuded a strong sense of security. The other was a handsome, fair-skinned man with blond hair and blue eyes.
The two of them revealed their identities as soon as they sat down.
The one with black hair and eyes was named Forrest Wilder, Croupier number 004. The handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed man was Croupier number 003.
Forrest Wilder was the leader of a civilian organization that had gathered quite a few players. Although they hadn’t been officially incorporated by the government, they maintained a friendly relationship with the authorities. The players under him were all people who didn’t want to cause trouble but also didn’t want to work for the government.
As for these people, the government’s attitude had always been to turn a blind eye, so long as they didn’t stir up trouble.
Moreover, thanks to the existence of The Card Tavern, some ordinary people had also gained special abilities, and now there were dungeons that could be Concreted.
You could say that the ordinary people of Drakonia were no longer much different from the players.
No, that wasn’t right, there was still a difference. When ordinary people entered a dungeon, as long as they didn’t do anything reckless, their lives were almost never in danger. But it was different for players.
The handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed man was named Damian, and he was the heir to a top-tier foreign family.
They had also come this time to discuss the matter of Concreting dungeons.
Compared to how she treated Dylan Adler, Perry Yates was not nearly as polite with these two.
Seventy percent ownership.
When she stated that number, the smile on Forrest Wilder’s face froze.
"Isn’t that a bit much, Boss? How about fifty?"
Perry Yates shook her head. "Sixty-five, or the deal is off."
What Perry Yates didn’t expect was that Damian would be the first to agree.
"I agree, but I have one condition," Damian said.
"What condition?"
"My dungeons must be Concreted with three-star cards. Also, I will respect you, Boss, but I ask that you respect me in return and not interfere too much with my dungeons."
"Done." Perry Yates agreed readily. ’Anyway, all I want is to get this foreigner’s dungeons under my control. As for his conditions, they’re hardly conditions at all in my eyes.’