Yang Bo disguised himself as Prince Holden and arrived at Prince Holden's Domain. Looking at how much better the territory had become, he felt deeply satisfied. These player workhorses would work themselves to death for just a little Gold Coins.
Yang Bo did not interfere with the players' affairs or actively order them how to work. Whatever the players themselves asked to do, he let them do it.
That was the only way these players would feel a sense of accomplishment. When the Emperor destroyed what they had built, how would they feel then?
Most of these players might be useless offspring from various noble families, but sometimes nobles only needed an excuse.
Yang Bo strolled around and showed his face. He noticed that the two people arranged by the Emperor would observe him from afar whenever he appeared.
"Hehe!" Yang Bo looked up at the sky and chuckled inwardly.
There was a stealth fighter in the sky. It used refraction of light to make itself invisible.
The game players' visuals had been optimized, making it even more impossible for them to discover it. The natives of this world had no chance of noticing it either.
As long as we don't openly fall out, I won't reveal the truth about the Second World, Yang Bo muttered inwardly.
But what identity should I use to obtain the Second World? Yang Bo pondered. He had three identities: Bart, Li John, and his real identity.
The identity of Bart was not ideal either. He was too deeply entangled with the Imperial Royal Family, and Bart was an Old Noble who would become a Grand Duke in the future.
Others would be jealous.
Li John was not suitable either. After all, he was a Federation warlord. The Imperial Royal Family and the Federation warlords