Zelandia Boils, Garvin is Unlucky

After Li Wei led the fierce gnoll warbands to repel the brutal Cavens Rat tide yesterday, the entire Zelandia fell into a strange silence and restlessness.

Well, these two contradictory words don't conflict.

And the female drow, who suddenly had nothing to do, did not go out onto the streets to solicit business for the first time.

In a way, technical workers are likely the fastest place in the world to grasp local intelligence.

They had also heard that Hogg, the bald gnoll leader from who-knows-where, conjured a large fireball out of thin air, blowing up the entrance to the entire West Mining Area's abandoned pit. The Cavens Rats hidden behind poured out like a tide, but the handsome gnolls counter-charged, cutting their way into the Cavens Rat's nest like slicing vegetables. It was a river of blood, and in the end, they wiped out the entire Cavens Rat family, young and old.

And according to the gnoll deputy commander, their boss actually planned to domesticate and raise these Cavens Rats? For a time, it was unknown how many eyeballs were shattered.

In fact, the Underdark has developed for thousands upon thousands of years, and it's not that no one has had this idea before. But Cavens Rats are different from the weak and easily bullied Myconids. They are omnivores and can burrow, making both the cost of raising them and the difficulty of managing them considerable.

The most troublesome thing is that these extremely timid creatures will flee thousands of miles to build a new nest even if they detect an insurmountable natural predator, let alone be kept in captivity by a predator? Once caged, they not only lose their appetite, leading to malnutrition and poor coat color, but even their mating desire will stagnate.

This made countless pioneers scratch their heads bald.

Therefore, many onlookers who knew the inside story were waiting to see the bald gnoll's joke.

But they didn't get to see the joke that night; instead, they received worrying news.

It is said that after clearing out the Cavens Rats in the West Mining Area, the Guild Leader of the Golden Miner Brotherhood, the Duergar Old Tiger, personally went to find the gnoll Hogg. However, he couldn't even see the bald wolf's face. He was blocked by his second-in-command, Huozi, who said that their boss had handed over these trivial matters to him for management. As for where Hogg the wolf had gone?

According to Huozi's stammered original words:

He's gone into seclusion to cultivate.

Everyone who heard this sentence was dumbfounded. Why did they know all the words, but when combined, they didn't know what they meant?

Then, a guy who had worked as a ranger said that this might be a rare profession called Monk, which requires constantly training one's physique and will through various extreme methods.

Then, the former ranger saw a group of people looking at him as if he were an idiot.

After all, who the hell has ever seen a Monk conjure a fireball, especially in this region of the Dark Weave where magic is chaotic?

In short, it seemed that after a brief exchange with Huozi, Old Dwarf Tiger was so angry that his beard bristled. He didn't even bother to utter threats and left with his men in a huff, leaving a group of conflicted refugee miners looking at each other in dismay.

Therefore, this quiet night was destined to be turbulent.

They knew that the time to choose their allegiance had finally come, and it was a headache.

The Dome gradually brightened, and the clanging sound of knocking buckets once again reminded the people of Zelandia that it was time to mine.

As it was still early and the light was dim, with a trace of the bloody scent from last night's fierce battle lingering in the air, Garvin George's mood also darkened, like a lost traveler who could not see the road ahead.

It's embarrassing to say, but in his early years, Garvin was actually a level 7 wizard who majored in Illusion and minored in Evocation. However, he was only mediocre. But his mentor had praised him as a genius, a genius with outstanding talent in psionics.

Unfortunately, in terms of psionic attainments, his mentor had only learned some superficial knowledge from some broken Netheril ancient scrolls and often lamented his talent.

Perhaps it was the words of his mentor that planted a seed in his heart. After consulting a lot of information, he discovered that to systematically learn psionics, he would probably have to venture into the Underdark.

Garvin absolutely dared not provoke the Mind Flayers, the great masters of the psionic world. The Formians and Abyssal Fish, who were also skilled in psionics, would only see him as food. Thus, he could only set his sights on those who were once Psionic Slaves of the Mind Flayers, and later broke free from the psionic shackles, escaped the Mind Flayer cities, and became their own masters, some of the Duergar.

Although these Duergar who had awakened psionic abilities might not know the specific methods of psionic training, they were the group with the most direct contact with psionics. Some Duergar had also awakened many innate psionic abilities, and this valuable experience was extremely precious to Garvin.

So, with a devil-may-care attitude, he joined an adventuring party that specialized in trading grain and slaves to and from the Underdark, under the guise of a Level 7 Illusionist/Level 3 Evoker/Level 1 Psionics.

The result was obvious.

They happened to encounter Drow who were fighting with Psionic Slaves, and were thus captured.

Garvin was relatively lucky. Since he was, after all, a shoddy Illusionist, and looked good, he was taken by a group of Drow young ladies. They even demanded that he continuously cast illusions to entertain them during the process. As a result, he couldn't last two months under the relentless exploitation.

Even his spell levels dropped significantly due to his mental exhaustion.

Garvin, who had become scum, was terrified when he accidentally overheard those insane Drow planning to feed him energy potions. He fled overnight through the sewers to the underground city of Zelandia.

He arrived in this dead Weave domain.

Thus, Garvin, the Level 7 Illusionist/Level 3 Evoker/Level 1 Psionics, once again fell to being a Level 1 Psionics.

What use is a Level 1 Psionics? Oh, it can still be used to hypnotize small creatures like Goblins.

But what use is that!!!

"Drow Bitch! Garvin will kill you all sooner or later!!!"

On that day, Garvin, with tears of blood streaming down his face, angrily smashed his staff, picked up a mining pick, and gloriously became an unknown miner in the Zelandia Golden Miner Brotherhood.

He worked like that for ten years.

Mage Garvin, from a promising young mage, had become a middle-aged miner.

Perhaps this day was also special in some unseen way.

Garvin responded to the past, walking absently on the mottled stone path, and found that most people were hurrying, seemingly all heading towards Remlu's fish stall.

"Didn't Remlu boss's fish farm go bankrupt? Is there new stock?" Garvin wondered, and accelerated his pace with some excitement.

After Remlu's fish stall ran out of stock, the price of grain in all of Zelandia had more than quadrupled in a single day.

There was no help for it. Dried salted fish had dominated the mainstream food market here for three years. The sudden stockout, without any warning, indirectly led to the Duergar's increasingly reduced production of Gray Bread, which simply couldn't meet the demand.

Many people, like Garvin, who were weak humans with little surplus food, had been starving since yesterday.

As he approached, Garvin could already hear the clamor of the crowd:

"Which brother can read Common! Can someone read the inscriptions on this stone tablet for me! I'll offer half a piece of Gray Bread as a friendly gesture!"

"Didi Miner Employment Reward Policy! Fill out your personal resume, and receive two pounds of fresh rat meat upon employment! Goddess of Fortune above, is this real or fake?"

"And there's more! As long as you submit the first batch of two hundred pounds of iron ore daily, you'll be rewarded with another two pounds of fresh rat meat! How do I feel like a fool, or are these Gnolls the fools?"

"Not only that!!! Completing ten batches, which is two thousand pounds of ore, daily! You'll be rewarded with a gift package! Ten pounds of rat meat! If you can complete it for 24 days in a row for a month, you'll be rewarded with a complete Cavens Rat fur! They're going crazy!"

"But two thousand pounds a day seems a bit impossible!"

"But it doesn't say you can't cooperate!"

"Right?"

Those who were still questioning the reward policy were in an uproar as they watched a few early-rising Half-blood Goblins exchange two hundred pounds of iron ore with the Gnolls and receive the promised two pounds of rat meat.

The entire Zelandia was in a frenzy.

Not long after Garvin finally managed to queue up and submit his resume, the general manager of Hogg Mining, Huozi, directly approached him. He heavily patted the shoulders of the poor former mage and asked with burning eyes, "Psionics?"

"Only, only level 1," Garvin said tremblingly, almost knocked over by the paw, quite bewildered.

"Hahahaha! Come with me! We have a tricky matter that urgently needs talent like you!"

Thanks to student [xiaotang246] for the 1100 reward, thanks to student [zhengzerrrr] for the 500 reward, continuing to ask for recommendation tickets~