"Is this a seedling of the Deadwood Vine?"
[ Dawn Ah ] lay on the edge of the tree hole, watching the emerald green monster, which looked like a young snake, slowly devour the dead rat.
"Right? After seeing it so many times, it actually does seem kind of cute."
[ Howling Pothos ]'s tone softened.
"Cute... isn't it?"
After considering the madness of this world and its eclectic art style, [ Dawn Ah ] realized that this thing could actually be described as cute.
Compared to those truly sinister monsters, this one, simply disguised as a dead tree, is actually quite adorable.
Furthermore, after killing many monsters, you will find that there is a blurry ring mark around the dead tree where the Deadwood Vine is located, which is the maximum attack range it can reach.
In other words, as long as you master even a ranged attack like throwing stones, you can grind down Deadwood Vine with enough stones to make them practically useless by the roadside.
Therefore, with the player count increasing for the second time, it has become a consensus that the Deadwood Vine is the weakest wild monster, and everyone has forgotten that it once achieved the first kill of a player by the wild monster faction in " World of Disorder ".
So the full version of [ Howling Pothos's ] sentiment should be -- the vegetable is cute.
[ Dawn Ah ] only asked after watching the rat being sucked dry:
Do you have any other observations?
[ Howling Pothos ] has learned that this companion is a professional in the field of biology, so after recalling her observations, she summarized some valuable points:
"There are two interesting findings. First, because I feed it every day, this Deadwood Vine has very little hunting instinct. Ordinary passing by no longer elicits a reaction; only knocking on the outer shell of this tree hole will trigger it, making it seem like a lazy dog taking a nap. Second, this tree hole wasn't something it dug itself; I brought it here directly. Therefore, this Deadwood Vine doesn't seem to have any attachment to the hole... Normally, Deadwood Vine fit perfectly into tree holes, and will even actively repair any damage, but this one doesn't seem to be like that..."
[ Dawn Ah ] noted down the key points; even a professional like him couldn't analyze anything from such a bizarre premise...
After thinking it over, he decided to first summarize this part to improve the illustration guide, and then discuss it with his junior or ask his mentor for help.
Players on the riverbank are salvaging wood from the river and crafting it into the shapes of auxiliary tools.
As new players completed their tasks, received their starting funds, and opened bronze-level accounts, they joined the game one after another.
It is known that the initial twenty attribute points are randomly distributed, so differences in strength between players are inevitable. However, more astute players quickly noticed a problem—
Their starting toolkit only contained a short spear, an axe, and a shovel, but now, facing this wood, they seem to need a... saw.
Does anyone know where [ the Good Times Don't Last ] went?
[ Zhongde ], who was directing operations on-site, asked the players, and someone quickly replied:
"I remember he went to Dragonborn Village to deliver goods with [ the Shit Appraisal Master ]."
" Dragonborn Village?"
Zhongde frowned. He knew there was a blacksmith shop in Dragonborn Village, so...
"Looking for a newbie with a constitution level greater than 5, I have a personal errand-running task for you!"
"Big brother, let me do it!"
A spirited voice rang out beside Zhongde, who turned his head and saw the Concrete Mixed with Spaghetti had just been pulled up with a piece of log.
What is your constitution level?
7!
"Where is the power?"
"5!"
What a magnificent sacred body of cattle and horses!
[ Zhongde ] took out a tree seed he had obtained from repairing the roof and handed it to [ Concrete Mixed with Spaghetti ].
"Run towards Dragonborn Village to find [ Good Times Don't Last ] and [ Shit Appraisal Master ], and ask them to buy more saw blades... If there are no saw blades in this world, buy more iron bars or wire."
"Okay, big brother!"
[ Concrete Mixed with Spaghetti ] took the tree seed and ran towards the Dragonborn Village on the map.
Tree seeds, as a form of currency, also have some value. Although Seraphina considers them pure trash, Ed still maintains an exchange rate pegged to precious metals for the sake of currency stability within his territory, meaning one tree seed can be exchanged for one silver coin.
A poor, vegetative person controlled by the Tree Worship Church can only grow three to five tree seeds per month, so Ed considered the price to be fair.
He also made a special note for players in the item description: according to Kaping's previous statement, the tree can be planted (obviously), but what will grow is uncertain.
This is not purely random; it is influenced by the surrounding environment and various unexpected factors, just like drawing cards—you might get something unexpected.
Watching his junior's departing figure, [ Zhongde ] continued to assign manpower to salvage and stack the items, waiting for the saw blade to arrive.
Several kilometers away, in Dragonborn Village.
"What's the price of this fine iron spearhead?"
"1 silver."
"Can you make it cheaper?"
"It can't be any cheaper."
The half-dragon shopkeeper looked at [ the Good Times Don't Last ]:
"Aren't you from the castle? The village chief said he'd sell you things at a lower price, and this is the discounted price."
"Okay, how much should we buy?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last didn't last long] He glanced at the silent [ Shit Appraisal Master ] beside him.
The two exchanged a glance. [ Shit Appraisal Master ] silently deactivated the translation function in his field of vision, then asked his companion:
How much money do you have left?
This switch is a new game feature implemented today. It seems that the developers have accepted the fact that players and NPCs do not speak the same language and have granted them the permission to turn the Little Green automatic translation on or off.
At this moment, in the eyes of the half-dragon blacksmith, the mouths of the two men seemed to have been covered with a layer of mosaic, and the sounds they made became obscure and difficult to understand.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] Looking at his player panel, he said with a mix of sigh and complaint:
"I started with 50 silver and 500 copper. I earned 5 silver on my first trade run with you, spent 8 silver on clothes, sold two pieces to recoup 150 copper, and then there was yesterday's emergency mission..."
"Wait a minute!"
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] interrupted [ the Good Times Don't Last ]'s calculations:
"Two items for 150 copper coins, one item for 75? You're going to do this at a loss?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] (shrugs)
"What can I do? As long as they come here, it's 64 copper coins per item. Selling them off before the newbies learn how to trade is the best thing we can do."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] felt that what he said made sense, but he was also indignant about doing such a losing business. The piece of clothing he had already sold was sold at cost price, and he hadn't even made a single copper coin.
This still bothered him for a long time, only to find out later that his partner had secretly lowered the price.
But now is not the time to worry about these things. As long as this deal is done, he can redeem himself and live up to his reputation as a rich man!
He looked again at [ the Good Times Don't Last ], his gaze burning like two burning charcoal balls:
Just tell me how much money you have, and how much you can invest this time.