Many new players had gathered there, along with quite a few returning players from yesterday, who had either saved enough money to shop, were accepting quests, or had finished their quests and come to collect their rewards.
Several dozen meters away, Rotten Persimmon suddenly stopped.
His four companions from God's Love Guild looked puzzled.
"Captain Rotten Persimmon, what's wrong?"
Someone asked.
"I have a plan. I wonder if you're willing to take a gamble with me."
A trace of madness flashed in Rotten Persimmon's eyes.
"I asked the Closed Beta veterans, Doghead Gold and Wangwuji. They told me that low-sequence Beyonders fear flintlocks too... they can be shot dead!"
He raised the [Fury] in his hand and gently stroked it.
The others looked at him, seeming to realize something, and surprise appeared on their faces.
"Are you planning to...?"
"Exactly!"
Rotten Persimmon turned his head, his gaze settling on the gentleman in the black top hat surrounded by players.
"That mysterious merchant called the 'Black Messenger' should be a Beyonder... but this is the beginner village, after all. He can't be ridiculously powerful. Maybe we can kill him and take his stuff."
The more Rotten Persimmon spoke, the more excited he became.
"Even if we fail, it's no big deal. At worst, we die and lose a level. That isn't much of a loss... we're leaving for Amber City tomorrow anyway, so why not take one last gamble before we go?"
He looked at his companions and coaxed them:
"If we succeed, that mysterious merchant will most likely drop items... those potions, flintlocks, and those even more powerful 'Mysterious Objects' that are too expensive to afford! They'll all be ours!"
As he spoke, Rotten Persimmon clenched his fist.
"He might even have Transcendent Knowledge on him!"
His four companions froze