Gods: Game (Please Vote)

Gods: Game (Please Vote)

Old Hank sat in a rocking chair, watching a group of Dwarves look at him with respect, seemingly wondering whether he should greet them.

He raised an eyebrow and immediately shouted for the little Dwarves to move all his tools.

His original Blacksmith Workshop was no longer of much use.

While expanding the town, Odom had directly built five large smithies, enough to accommodate hundreds of Blacksmiths hammering away at once and exchanging smithing tips along the way.

The reason these Dwarves respected him so much was naturally because they had just learned that this shabby old human was actually a Grandmaster-Class Blacksmith.

To Dwarves, that meant far more than simply respecting the strong.

"Damn it, I used to be the only Blacksmith in town. I ate and drank well, and could do whatever the hell I wanted. Now more than a hundred colleagues have suddenly appeared. How am I supposed to survive?"

Old Hank felt miserable. He scratched his bird's-nest-like hair, his face full of displeasure. The reason he had agreed to William's invitation was because he was no longer so sought after.

Fortunately, he could become one of the heads of the Blacksmith Workshop.

"A workshop head? That name sounds pretty high-end..."

The old town rarely needed weapons or armor.

As a Grandmaster-Class Blacksmith, he had been using a dragon-slaying blade to kill chickens. In the past, he could only help civilians forge farming tools.

So plenty of single widows who did not want to spend money would turn a blind eye and let him take advantage of them.

But now there were simply too many Blacksmiths. On top of that, quite a few Master-Class and even Grandmaster-Class Blacksmiths had suddenly appeared, giving him an enormous sense of crisis.

Then there was Mayor Odom, that short fellow with golden wavy hair. He was handsome and dashing. Though short, he carried himself with extraordinary authority. Every day, he worked bare-chested, and no one knew how many pretty widows those muscular arms had lured away.

As the former public lover of the town's widows, Old Hank naturally intended to compete with him.

William arrived at the smithy that was in the middle of moving. Carrying a bottle of red wine worth thirty silver coins, he had come to visit an old acquaintance.

Old Hank.

He had no other surname, but his main class was a hidden class: Holy Hammer Warrior.

This rare class was unusual, but incredibly powerful. It could even be called famous.

However, changing into this class came with some extremely frustrating requirements, one of which was utterly ridiculous.

Your secondary class had to be Blacksmith, and you had to first raise your Blacksmith class to Grandmaster before you could change into this class...

Just think about it.

Without knowing about a hidden quest beforehand, how many players would abandon their main class and stubbornly grind a life class all the way to Grandmaster before changing classes?

At the end of the Elf Era, before humans officially became the masters of the continent, twelve Saints had once appeared!

Every one of them was a super powerhouse capable of crushing cities, destroying nations, and ruining heaven and earth.

The Holy Hammer Warrior was actually one of them.

William had estimated that Holy Hammer Warriors relied entirely on equipment...

But he did not know how this guy, who possessed only an Epic Bloodline, had obtained such an inheritance.

In any case, this old fellow had a mysterious background and never took action. Ever since Border Town was destroyed and he joined the Steel Duchy, he spent every day either hammering iron or scamming drinks everywhere.

After the Steel Duchy was destroyed by Dark Creatures, he had still followed the players into the kingdom in high spirits, remaining active in their sight.

"Well, how should I put it? Not every player can defeat a Boss, nor can every player get to know the Dwarf Race and obtain high-grade equipment, or even Epic-Class equipment.

"But Old Hank was an NPC who never turned anyone away. As long as you had enough money, enough booze, and enough materials, he could forge gold, Dark Gold, or even Epic-Class equipment.

"People like him were like NPCs specially arranged by the game developers, meant to keep players from losing hope of acquiring equipment..." Even after playing until his death in his previous life, William had never encountered Old Hank's side quest.

Perhaps someone else had completed his quest, but Old Hank was definitely the kind of old fellow who rode every update wave without ever dying to one.

When it came to survival skills, he was far more impressive than Moxis, the All-Element Grand Archmage...

Gods Game had many equipment grades. Comparatively speaking, the attribute gap between Epic-Class and Legendary-Class equipment was not that great. Only certain special effects were truly precious.

And every stage had high-grade equipment suited for that stage.

For example, before level 40, William was a Novice-Class Professional.

Whether Novice-Class, Mid-Class, or High-Class Professionals, they all had Epic-Class and Legendary-Class equipment of the same tier.

But leveling below level 40 was too fast. Obtaining high-grade materials just to forge low-tier equipment was simply a waste...

That was also one reason William was not currently pursuing even more powerful equipment.

The most important reason was this.

After painstakingly obtaining information about a Legendary-Class equipment quest, the chain of tasks would be extraordinarily complicated. If you failed even one, that Legendary-Class equipment would be forever beyond your reach.

Even if you wanted to sell the quest information, the quest requirements would change...

You might even be fortunate enough to complete the entire chain, only to be on the verge of breaking through to the next stage when you obtained the Legendary-Class equipment.

So in Gods Game, it was best not to pursue Legendary-Class equipment in the early stages. Truly top players only needed an Epic-Class weapon and a decent set of equipment.

"But as a Legendary Boss, how could I possibly not get myself a full Legendary-Class set?" William tossed the red wine to Old Hank and said, "Hey, you've got wine to drink, iron to hammer, and Grandmaster-Class Blacksmiths to exchange experience with. Why are you still looking so depressed?"

Old Hank rolled his eyes, stood up, and leaned forward slightly. "My Lord, you do not understand..."

"Don't talk. I know!" William stopped him from rambling. Walking over, he secretly whispered a few words to him. Old Hank's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened, and he even licked the drool from the corner of his mouth.

He excitedly grabbed William's arm and asked, "Really? We're just a small town!"

William frowned. "In another half year, we'll be a proper town. By then, with tens of thousands of people, we'll already count as a small city!"

"Wonderful! My Lord, you've handled this matter properly. Old Hank suddenly feels full of strength."

"Save that strength for half a year from now. I'm afraid that if we build a brothel now, the people expanding the town won't have the energy to work." William shrugged helplessly.

With brothels, it was better to guide than suppress. The hunger of single men far exceeded normal people's imagination.

There were no little videos in this era.

Novels spread very slowly.

As for pictures? You often could not look at those for long, and they severely affected visual perception.

So.

For men in this era, brothels were practically necessities.

There was nothing William could do. He did not know how this game had passed review either...

It was just that awesome...

Still, only people above eighteen could play the game, which seemed to imply that this was an adult game...

And as the lord, he did not need to force anyone. Once the brothel opened, women from the two neighboring duchies would often be willing to come and do this work.

Just like in Border Town, some people would go to work at brothels in the other two duchies...

After all, it was awkward to meet acquaintances...

As for someone like Old Hank.

He would need no more than two minutes. Old Hank would definitely lean against the headboard afterward, perhaps even light a post-coital cigarette, and sigh that his vigor was still as strong as ever.

Of the five silver coins paid by a prostitute, four were handed over. He earned one silver coin in two minutes. What money could be easier to make?

Any chance of getting me into the top 1,000 for recommendation votes?