Chapter 315: Residents of Victoria

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Lancelot was trying to figure out the ident.i.ty of d.u.c.h.ess Lilo when he discovered he was surrounded and being stared at by the half-naked gamers. The gamers noticed that Lancelot was an “NPC”.

Lancelot was wearing armor, didn’t have green words above his head, and had average looks. It was obvious that Lancelot was an “NPC”.

“Why is the NPC dazed?”

“Because it’s his first time here? That’s the setting of NPCs.”

“Anyways, that’s the Plot. We’ll just watch.”

Some gamers tried to get close to Lancelot, but they stood in front of the castle. When they approached, at a certain distance, something stopped them from advancing.

The obstacle was actually the “Plot Animation Mode”.

As the gamers’ Mana came from Lilo, once Lilo appeared and exerted her dominance, the gamers had to quiet down.

“Cough, cough.”

A fat Hamster walked out with a script in his hand. He cleared his throat and said loudly, “Citizens of Victoria! This is the great d.u.c.h.ess Lilo! No matter what ident.i.ty you have, from today onwards, you’ll be the subject of d.u.c.h.ess Lilo. To build a better Victoria, devote your entire life to the city!”

Though the fat Hamster was pa.s.sionate, his helium voice made the gamers want to laugh. As they were being restrained, they were forced to hold back the laughter.

“Yes, that’s the way! Start working!” another fat Hamster came forward and shouted.

“Can we find something to eat?” Another fat Hamster looked as if he was pleading the gamers.

…

Lancelot was full of doubts, but since he was a forsaken Knight, he didn’t have many requests.

He could only go along with these weird fellows from the Teleport Portals and build a new home.

At least d.u.c.h.ess Lilo looked like she was powerful.

To create wealth, cut the trees first.

Lancelot felt for the sword at this waist. This was a precious sword that symbolized the honorable Knight. Today, he might have to use it to cut trees. Would it break?

As Lancelot was feeling melancholic, he saw two pet.i.te Fairies, and one of them walked to a tree.

“It’s too realistic. Though I have seen the screenshots, it looked flat like in the photograph. It’s really realistic now that I’m playing the game.”

“Why do we look different from the Little Fairy? The Little Fairy in Eternal Kingdom has wings, so why don’t we have wings? We are larger in size too.”

“Nonsense, we are Fairies, she’s a Little Fairy. Are you being silly?”

“What the heck…”

They chatted as they walked to a small tree, picked up a rock on the ground, and smashed it against the tree.

Wait, was that a rock? On the tree trunk? Were both of them intending to cut the trees using rocks? Were they mad?

Then he saw a half-naked man whose spine was severely distorted. He crawled on the ground, waddling his thighs as he walked. He clenched his fists and smashed the tree trunk.

Nut cases. Were all of them mad?

Fortunately, they were the minority. Most of them were still chatting enthusiastically or complaining,

“How do we complete the mission? We’re supposed to cut trees, but we aren’t given the tools?”

“There are tools. Didn’t you see the Mission Tips? Go to the castle for the tools!”

“Silly gamers, can you open your eyes before complaining? Are you expecting the Axe to be placed in your backpack?”

“This game is very realistic. We have to get our own tools.”

“Haven’t you played games or browsed the discussion forum before?”

“While you were arguing, I obtained the tools. I’m informing you that there are no more tools.”

“Let’s go. Let’s carry rocks and food. Those with similar missions, follow me. Let’s carry something!”

A group of them made a ruckus before leaving.

Lancelot was surprised. They didn’t have a discussion or receive any orders from the leader, but they knew what they were supposed to do.

Some of them would stand there looking dazed before shouting.

“Anyone with a mission to explore the map? Let’s do it together!”

“My mission is cutting trees. Let me team up with someone with a carrying mission. The efficiency is higher!”

Where did they receive their missions?

Lancelot went into deep thought.

The Grand Priest, who was holding his exercise book, walked to Lancelot and gave him a fright.

“You must have doubts… why are these people so strange?”

The Grand Priest was full of pa.s.sion and joy. He said, “Previously, a G.o.d envoy said that these people received G.o.d’s blessing. Most of them possess beautiful figures and appearances. That is the best evidence!”

“Wait a moment, a G.o.d envoy?”

Though he had many doubts, Lancelot was most interested in the G.o.d envoy.

“I’m speaking of Lord Sherlock. He showed us G.o.d’s miracle. He was the envoy appointed by G.o.d to guide us. It’s time for us to guide these lost sheep.”

The Grand Priest looked at the crowd with green words and smiled like a compa.s.sionate father.

Lancelot pondered carefully. He felt that Sherlock was very mysterious, but he didn’t recall anything he did that was miraculous. Perhaps his disappearance was counted as a miracle?

The Grand Priest walked to the gamers.

He took out his exercise book and said to them, “Do you wish to go to Heaven? I’ll show you the way!”

The gamers who were thinking of how to cut the trees looked at the bald Grand Priest. They were taken aback for a while before they started shouting excitedly.

“Gos.h.!.+ Is that the Sacred Knight mission? Why am I so lucky?”

Gamers gathered around him and shouted.

“I want! I want!”

“Me as well!”

“Me too!”

“Waaaaah—!”