Although being called the Blackhand Clan's chieftain by Sister Pomegranate had made Meow Brother very upset, he had to admit she wasn't wrong. Ever since he entered the game and posted his first bit of gossip, his luck had been terrible.
Not only was he unlucky himself, but he dragged all his brothers down with him.
But it was precisely this awful luck that had forged the Big Bird Group into one of the strongest forces among the players. Their grim fate as the Blackhands had forced them to improve themselves further just to ensure they could beat bad luck through sheer strength.
And the strength of an organization like theirs wasn't just reflected in the exceptional skill of each member. It was also reflected in the guild's effective communication and flawless teamwork. To achieve that kind of coordination, Meow Brother had put in no shortage of work offline.
Tonight, Meow Brother had unusually stayed out of the game. He'd gathered his teammates for a video conference, and it didn't take much guessing to know what they were discussing: the upcoming Saintblood Festival event.
"I won't go over everything else. There are two main things!"
Meow Brother sat in front of the computer he hadn't turned on in a long time. As he adjusted the webcam, he lit a cigarette and said to the others on screen:
"First, about Lord Murphy's challenge. I don't need to say much about that. When we triggered the quest back then, we'd already decided we would see it through to the end. I've got recommendation letters from Count White Mountain, Maxim, and Lady Adele. I'm still short one.
How about you guys?"
"I've got them all."
Sanfudou, short and plump but sturdy in real life, tossed some broad beans into his mouth as he