Damn!
Mo Fei took a while to recover from the mental contamination. When he looked at the character list again, Ancient Black Dragon Murphys was still there, except his name had turned black.
He clicked on it.
[System Prompt: Program error. This character is a non-player character and cannot be selected.]
A non-player character? An NPC? Murphys had turned into a wild boss?
Mo Fei froze for a moment. It took him a while to recover from the shock.
Did that count as completing the mission? It probably did. After all, Black Dragon Murphys had indeed survived, so technically he had fulfilled the contract. But Mo Fei seriously doubted the company would accept such an outcome.
Mo Fei had a headache. He logged out of the game just as Black Shadow climbed out of his helmet as well.
"How did it go? Did you log off safely?"
"Haha, Dragon Bro, when have I ever let you down? I ran all the way out of Dalaran, then found a mage and paid five gold to teleport me straight to Lordaeron City. Everything's in my bag now. I did the math—counting the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword and the Flame Demon Staff, there are six pieces of story equipment in total, plus a whole pile of purple and orange gear, top-tier materials, and all that. Everything in Dalaran's treasury was premium stuff. Altogether, it should sell for at least ten to fifteen million. If we find some rich sucker willing to pay up, even twenty million might not be the limit!
We're going to be rich, Dragon Bro."
The two of them had previously split the profits ninety-ten. But this operation had been especially dangerous, so to motivate his brother, Mo Fei offered him an eighty-twenty split. If they really sold everything for