Chapter 298:
Murphy always believed that players were a very pragmatic group.
Their simple and stubborn values held that if they put in effort, they should reap rewards, and they viewed this as an unbreakable iron law. At least for Murphy, who was once a noob player, this was absolutely true.
Facts proved that Murphy’s understanding of his little players was very profound. When they learned that the “Gnoll Disaster” event had finally entered the settlement phase, all the players became excited just as Murphy had predicted.
No matter where they were at the moment, they rushed back to the Crimson Citadel at the fastest speed. The Adventurer’s Guild camp, which was usually only frequently visited by new players and Avalon Church members, became so crowded within half an hour that not even a drop of water could squeeze through.
To make a crude comparison, the 100-plus treasures here were as restless as horny bottoms and tops about to participate in a large-scale gay blind date.
Familiar fellows gathered together whispering excitedly, while some guys were performing certain “feudal superstition” activities, such as making exaggerated gestures or muttering to try to increase their possible “luck”.
For example, the members of the Big Bird team were constantly washing their hands in a basin of water. They even specially invited a familiar Witch Hunter drunkard to “bless” the water beside them to increase their subtle luck.
Of course, although this exaggerated behavior was crazy, it couldn’t be said to be useless. It could only be said that apart from the psychological effect, it was of no use at all.
After all, there were real “luck spells” on this continent, and no matter how this series of mysterious spells were cast, it was certainly not the strange and quite undignified casting actions that the little players were currently performing.