Gray, who had long since died in a social sense, obviously did not receive such treatment. So the Grand Foundry Master went along with it and made Ed and the elven mage his "investors" to level the gap between the two sides.
Looking at the elven mage with an inquisitive expression, [ Do Some Farm Work ] earnestly stated his request:
"Please teach the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess account the teleportation spell within two days!"
Upon hearing the young man finally provide the standard answer to this predicament, the elven mage clapped his hands and laughed loudly:
"Okay, I can agree to that."
Hearing that the other party had finally relented, [ Do Some Farm Work ] took out a small piece of wood and squeezed it hard.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly Fragility piece of wood remained completely still in his hand, and no matter how much effort this level 18 player exerted, he could not change it in the slightest.
Seeing the questioning gaze directed at him, the elven mage smiled and said:
"This little thing doesn't count as a favor. Only when facing truly important matters can you crush this thing."
[ On Do Some Farm Work ] rolled his eyes and said:
"May I ask if I can use this small piece of wood to determine how serious the matter is?"
Upon hearing this, even the elven mage was stunned for a moment.
After a moment's thought, he nodded in agreement, and with a flick of his finger, a tiny point of light entered the small wooden piece:
"It was indeed a vulnerability, but I've fixed it. Whether it's serious afterward depends on your own judgment."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] thought to himself that he had never seen the official team fix bugs so quickly, while [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] exclaimed in astonishment:
" King of Fall Resistance, I Guess? Two days? Learned teleportation?"
"That's right, and it's not even something he can do himself; he has to bring Gray along."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] added from the side:
So, can you do it?
His second half of the sentence was clearly addressed to the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, and then came the hoarse but innocent voice of the Machine Spirit:
"I can do it!"
With things having come to this point, no one could think of any other way, so this was the only option they could take.
[ The Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] hesitated several times, then gave up because he didn't know what to say.
After a moment's thought, she asked another question:
"Don't we still need to vote for Gray? How are we supposed to handle this?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] immediately replied:
"That's not difficult either -- learning Psionic Energy Formula requires multitasking, so while the mage is teaching the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, we also need to have the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess do some promotional activities and go for drives -- the ' Machine Spirit ' concept is easy to appeal to the general public, who wouldn't want a mechanical companion that comes to life?"
"And isn't this also a form of multitasking?"
Seeing that the other party had even thought of this, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] could only accept the status quo.
She asked the user "King of Fall Resistance, I Guess of helplessness:
"Can you... do it?"
The singing, dancing, and driving he'd done in the previous days might have had some effect, as the Machine Spirit now seemed brimming with confidence.
"I can do it!"
"Alright, let's all do our best, Machine Spirit, Soul Returner, and..."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] uses the same encouraging methods she uses in school group activities to reach out to the crowd.
The other players quickly understood what she was trying to do—it was simply a way to boost morale—so they immediately extended their hands as well.
Seeing this, the two Short-Eared Elf also stretched out their hands. [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] happened to look over and, looking at these two outstanding-looking Short-Eared Elf, she suddenly realized a problem that she had previously overlooked:
"Excuse me, Mr. and Ms. Elf, what are your names?"
The elven mage paused for a moment, then turned to look at his companion:
Didn't I tell you my name?
The elven assassin silently shook his head.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, no wonder everyone kept calling me 'elf' or 'sir' along the way—"
"My name is Nuowa, and this is Liya. Please just call us by our names from now on."
Having gotten to know each other again, the group seemed to have grown a little closer than before.
New tasks began to be assigned one by one:
"Mr. Nuowa and Ms. Liya were in charge of teaching the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess Psionic Energy technology, while I ([ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]) was responsible for piloting and cooperating with the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess in demonstrating the Machine Spirit."
As for you—
[ Do Some Farm Work ] nodded:
"I know, we're responsible for gathering intelligence on other candidates; after all, you need to know everything about an election."
"No problem!"
Everyone dispersed and began to proceed with their pre-arranged action plans.
Walking alone on the wide streets of Lost City, [Wandering Farm Work] looked at the metal-style buildings on both sides of the road, felt the solid earth under my feet, and listened to the noisy NPCs around me, I couldn't help but feel emotional in my heart -
Alas, even a real alternate world probably couldn't be better than World of Disorder.
I never imagined that diplomacy could be so realistic in the game world. In a normal game, players would definitely annex the Graycast Corridor under the leadership of their faction leader, or make Gray a puppet leader through war, thereby achieving indirect control.
That makes sense; although the player faction, led by Ed, acted somewhat flamboyantly, their moral standards were indeed quite high.
Thinking this, the Soul Returner and couldn't help but sigh:
"Ah, if Ed were here."
At the same time, a person walking not far behind him suddenly stiffened, looked around in confusion, and only after confirming that the other person had just happened to think of him did he feel relieved and continue walking forward.
Yes, Ed's clone has arrived at the Great Labyrinth City.
Although he promised Grand Foundry Master would not participate in this matter, it does not mean that he is not interested in joining in the fun.
Ed had asked Willow for advice on how to cast the teleportation spell many times, but he had clearly forgotten one thing: just how big was his current physical form?
Ed, whose main body is based on the Root Network, can no longer be described as "large" or "very large".
In Willow's words, she didn't know how much Psionic Energy it would take to teleport a land the size of two provinces to a place a thousand miles away.
Ed didn't think he needed teleportation spells to help him, since he could instantly reach any place where the Root Network existed, and he could also teleport his clones to places without the Root Network, as long as there were enough players or a Temporary Resurrection Tree.
But the Great Labyrinth City doesn't actually have these things now. Eager to get the scoop and in a frantic rush, Ed consulted Willow again and finally succeeded in sending his modified clone near the Great Labyrinth City.
Although the signal isn't great due to the lack of Root Network nearby and insufficient player numbers, it's still a good thing overall.
Now that the stage is set and the actors are in place, Ed, as an audience member, is filled with anticipation for the election of the Grand Foundry Master.
After all, resorting to underhanded tactics is an unavoidable part of election campaigns.