Two hours later that day, on the official forum of " World of Disorder ".
Comments section for "Shocking! Dragonborn Village will disappear from the map tomorrow..."
[ That's Good Then ]: "I understand now, but it's still a bit hard to accept. I'm wondering if the game will have already progressed to the modern era by the time I get a test qualification?"
[ Add Ice Fiercely ]: "Friend, take it easy; it might be in the near future."
[ That's Good Then ]: "Hey, wait, why did the background color of your ID change?"
[ Add Ice Fiercely ]: "Hey, how did you know my good buddy was grinding like crazy in the game just so I could play ' World of Disorder ' sooner?"
[ That's Good Then ]: "Compared to the rapid development in the game, this is definitely harder for me to accept."
[ Zhong Lele ]: "So does this count as a game update or not? Looking at the contents of that file, we can now hire Dragonborn Village more freely."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ]: "I smelled something bad."
[ Dog's Pavlov ]: "I recently watched all the storylines and updates from the beginning of the game, and I think that according to the game's plot, hiring people is inevitable. After all, players can't personally guard their shops 24/7, otherwise it would be no different from working a job in real life."
[ The Priest Was Once a Little Boy ]: "I remember there was something similar before, wasn't it called something like [ Dragonborn Mercenary]?"
[ Dog's Pavlov ]: "Yes, yes, 20 taels of silver per person per day, ridiculously expensive."
[ The Priest Was Once a Little Boy ]: "Then why didn't you hire some mercenaries when you went to fight the Tree Worship Church?"
[ Dog's Pavlov ]: "Dude, have you forgotten about that non-aggression pact?"
[ The Priest Was Once a Little Boy ]: "Oh, there's that setting too. That makes sense. But... if these Dragonborn don't fight, the hiring fee couldn't be that high, right? After all, 20 silver a day is a bit..."
[ Dog's Pavlov ]: "I'm definitely not going to use the 20 silver coins I'd have to save up in a week to hire them."
[ Do Some Farm Work ]: "If I'm not mistaken, you two seem to be casual gamers, right?"
[ Dog's Pavlov ]: "So what?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ]: "It's not that great, it's just that watching the two of you discuss the game content gives me the absurd feeling of a eunuch acting as an action movie director."
[ Dog's Pavlov ]: "You wait until I get a spot, I'll beat you until you drool the moment I raise my fist."
[ Do Some Farm Work ]: "My farmer Sanquan can't wait any longer. If you lose, remember to come to my farm and plant cotton."
[Pond Fish and Old Abyss]: "Does anyone know the approximate price for hiring Dragonborn?"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]: "I actually asked the villagers about this. They said that working a day job basically earns one silver coin, and a monthly subscription would be slightly cheaper. They seem to really want stable employment..."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ]: "Wait a minute, buddy, tell me again how much the monthly plan is?"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]: "If it's not manual labor, it'll be around 25 or 26 silver coins. If it's manual labor, a monthly contract will cost around 28 silver coins."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ]: "What about daily working hours?"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ]: "Because they need to go back to Dragonborn Village to sleep at night, they can probably stay here for 9-10 hours, including lunchtime."
In the game, at the entrance of a makeshift house, [ the Good Times Don't Last ], who was writing and calculating at a small table in front of him, suddenly stared blankly ahead, and the charcoal stick in his hand, which was serving as a pen, fell onto the small table.
Today is a good day, the first business day of the [ Great Prospects Chamber of Commerce ] flagship store. At this moment, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and player shop assistant [ Gill's Cuisine ] are sorting out goods, [ Good Times Don't Last ] is browsing the forum content in between bookkeeping, and [ Second-Class Biscuit ] is acting as the front desk, waiting for customers who may appear.
But just now, [ the Good Times Don't Last ], something bad was discovered.
According to the contract he signed with [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and the newbie, the two of them essentially spent one silver coin to buy four hours of the newbie's labor.
Now, the same silver coin can get a much stronger Dragonborn to work for you for nearly ten hours.
For no apparent reason, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
Why did I agree to that absurd contract in the first place?
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] and I fell into deep thought.
He remembered that at the time, the two of them were happy because they had found a powerful patron, and they decided to open a shop and hire employees based on the advice of [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ].
Because the villagers of the Upperstream Village and Midstream Village were too weak, the two decided to entrust them with the simple management tasks, while the physical labor such as purchasing and transporting goods would be given to the players who had signed contracts with them.
At the time, the two were quite pleased with themselves, feeling that they had just gotten a newbie's labor for free, and the other person had successfully boarded their invincible chariot, which could be described as killing two birds with one stone.
However, it now appears that the players' outstanding performance in the campaign led to the reward pool doubling, turning the two from a sure-fire winner into a small loser.
With the changes made to Dragonborn Village, their last remaining solace vanished completely.
Those Dragonborn not only possess the intelligence of ordinary people, but also generally have physical abilities surpassing those of players. The hiring price is one silver coin per day; since a monthly subscription is even lower, and if an annual subscription is considered...
[ The Good Times Don't Last n't last long] He didn't dare to think any further. The strings of numbers on the simple ledger in his hand began to connect in his eyes, forming black chains that dragged him into a hell called loss.
"No!!!!"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He let out a bloodcurdling wail, startling [ Second-Class Biscuit ], who was interning nearby:
"What's wrong, buddy? Don't scare me..."
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] who was arranging goods on the other side trembled slightly, walked over, and casually patted him on the shoulder:
What are you yelling about?
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] Despite trying his best to hold back, he couldn't help but look at the only other shareholder in the store besides himself:
I'll send you a link.
Two minutes later, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] squatted in a corner outside the simple little house.
The midsummer breeze made them shiver, and although it was daytime, it felt as dark as night.
An invisible hand blocked out the sunlight and mercilessly gripped their throats.
The two squatted on the ground with their hands in their pockets, looking around blankly. They were just missing a cigarette in their mouths to perfectly replicate the idle delinquents of the real world.
After a long silence, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] sighed and said:
"Although it may be a bit wishful thinking on my part, I have a feeling that we've really been set up by capital."