Chapter 220: 219. The Bladesmith's Way of Making Money
The newly opened story faction, the Bloodrat Gang, had only four members now, including Dorothy. They had just set up their own stall outside the entrance to Sewer Seven when more than a dozen players who'd been waiting for them crowded around.
They were all planning to become thieves or rogues. They'd been eager to get a similar class change for ages, but this damn game had waited until now to introduce stealth gameplay. What a disappointment!
Tsk!
Terrible gaming experience!
But the eager little players all left disappointed and dejected. The game's stealth assassins seemed to be a little bit different from the image they'd imagined: killing a man every ten steps, leaving no trace behind.
"What? What did you say? Stealth? Sure, I can teach you stealth, but that visual concealment you're talking about isn't something an ordinary class can learn! To summon shadows and have them cover your body that smoothly, you need to be at least Black Iron rank."
"I can teach you pickpocketing, too, but you'll have to practice. If you're no good at stealing wallets on the street, you'll get beaten to death!
See that pot over there?
Heat up some sand, then pinch it out with two fingers. Once you can do it on the first try, you've got the basics. After that, practice pinching soap out of a basin of hot water."
"Who threw the flash powder? Why did it work like a smoke bomb? Your technique is terrible!"
The four members of the Bloodrat Gang were exhausted by the players' endless questions. Only now did Miss Dorothy realize what a hot potato she'd taken on.
The players' bizarre requests were giving her a headache. Remembering a technique she'd learned in the "Basic