Upon hearing this question, [ Clear Soup Master ] appeared quite puzzled.
He looked at Antiya Lisi and said:
"Dig a tunnel."
The archbishop frowned as he looked at him:
"You're lying. The ground is all permafrost. How could you possibly dig through?"
"We found a few half-dragons and had them sleep in the tunnels until the soil thawed before digging them out."
[ Clear Soup Master ] was spouting endless nonsense.
But the archbishop felt there was some truth to it, and he nodded to himself, muttering:
"There is indeed one, no, two dragons in the Aduolin Province, and a village full of Dragonborn..."
He looked at the two jailers and said:
"Send orders shortly to have the Holy Crusaders search the city for signs of the rebels' infiltration."
After saying this, he lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds, then stopped talking and waved for the two jailers to take [ Clear Soup Master ] away and lock him back in his cell.
"Didn't you say you'd give me a quick death?!"
The player, whose shoulders were being held by the two men, shouted loudly, forcing a look of fear onto his face.
The archbishop turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly:
Did I say that? I didn't, did I?
He looked at the two jailers:
"Three times the dose, to accelerate the conversion process. I want to see him kill his former comrade with his own hands."
"Yes."
The two jailers quickened their pace and led [ Clear Soup Master ] back to his solitary cell, then used their Aberration plants to completely bind him to a pillar.
Firstly, [ Clear Soup Master ] had experience infiltrating the Marquis of Oliver's inner circle, and secondly, given his current physical condition, he indeed had no way to break free from these vines.
He had no choice but to let the two do as they pleased, simply considering it as a contribution to intelligence gathering.
Two soft branches had somehow appeared hanging from the dungeon ceiling. The jailer reached out and made a cut on [ Clear Soup Master's ] skin, then inserted the branches into them.
This was clearly some kind of experiment, and [ Clear Soup Master ], who had anticipated this, began to carefully record the changes in his body.
In front of the Adventurers' Guild in Black Locust Town.
Players have already formed a long queue here.
With the removal of the player limit, more and more players are planning to visit Fir City.
However, the number of Soldier Bee is limited. In order to prevent the residents of the city from noticing anything unusual, each landing point is personally selected by the Hive Will.
This resulted in queues forming in several towns closest to Fir City.
[ Howling Pothos ] frowned as she looked at the scene before her.
queue?
This is taking way too much time; it's completely beyond what a lone wolf player like him can afford to wait out.
However, cutting in line is such an uncivilized act that he wouldn't do. Maintaining community order isn't easy for everyone, and if people cut in line for things like this, it will only make the atmosphere worse...
[ Howling Pothos ] started thinking about whether there was a more reasonable way, and went to a stall to replenish its satiety.
Five minutes later, [ Howling Pothos ] sat down at a wooden table at a roadside stall run by a player, with a bowl of milky white soup in front of him.
"Boss, what's this made of?"
He casually asked, and the player [ Not Bad Tasting ] held out a huge wooden spoon in front of [ Howling Pothos ]:
"What, you have a problem with that?"
[ Howling Pothos ]'s lips twitched, sensing that the other person might be experiencing stress due to frequently being told their food was bad...
"No, I'm just curious."
It's fish soup.
[ Howling Pothos ] was immediately surprised:
"Fish soup in this cold weather?"
He looked at the whitish broth again and felt that it did indeed resemble real fish soup, unlike dried fish that was sun-dried in summer and autumn.
"Then you'll have to ask the fisherman."
[ Not Bad Tasting ] Shrugs:
I'll just do whatever comes my way.
Sipping the milky white soup in front of him, [ Howling Pothos ] deliberately turned on his sense of taste, even smacking his lips meaningfully.
Aside from the slightly strange taste and the lack of salt making it a bit bland, this seems to be a very common fish soup.
[ Howling Pothos ] drank it all in one gulp, and suddenly remembered a small experiment she had done a few months ago.
That unintentional act back then seems to be coming in handy now...
White Wax Town, by the river.
On the calm riverbank, there were five or six oddly shaped snowmen. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that they were not snowmen at all, but rather five or six players covered in snow.
Winter is the dry season for this river, and with the ice on the surface already as thick as an arm, you would expect few people to choose to fish.
But this did not stop these obsessed anglers from continuing to stake out the river, because there was one thing they could be sure of: there really were big fish in it.
If in the real world, failing to catch a big fish might lead to doubts about its existence, then in World of Disorder, such a possibility is absolutely impossible.
Because there was a fisherman named [ Epic-Level Giant ], who had his leg bitten off by a giant " Claw Fish " a few months ago. This was something most players knew at the time, and there was no way it was faked.
So, does the big fish really exist, and is there only one big fish?
Impossible. The official team has already strengthened the fishing-related content several times. How could there only be one big fish in the river?
So, although it wasn't explicitly stated, several players from all over the world, even from different continents, actually started a fishing competition.
The seven or eight players here are members of the " White Wax Town Team".
[ Howling Pothos ] crept forward and quickly found its target.
He patted the [ Epic-Level Giant's ] arm, startling the other creature into a sudden jolt.
"How?"
[ The Epic-Level Giant ] turned to look at [ Howling Pothos ]:
"Did you need something?"
"Um."
[ Howling Pothos ] looked at this long-lost game friend and whispered in his ear:
"I know a fantastic fishing spot, want to check it out in person?"
Upon hearing this, the [ Epic-Level Giant ] was overjoyed, but his expression quickly turned to suspicion:
"You're probably no more than twenty-five in real life, right?"
He suddenly spoke up and asked.
[ Howling Pothos ] nodded, though puzzled:
"It hasn't arrived yet, what's wrong?"
[ Epic-Level Giant ] patted his shoulder in a tone reminiscent of a middle-aged man instructing a younger person.
"Everyone knows you don't fish, but you're bringing this up with me now, so you probably want my help with something, right?"
Seeing that the other party was so cooperative, [ Howling Pothos ] no longer tried to hide anything:
"Indeed, I think we can cooperate on a small scale in some areas."