"Hand it over! It's our group's turn!"
"You think you can just hand it over like that? There's still an hour left before the deadline; we could use it for another hunt!"
"You've completed your task, why don't you hand it over to us?"
"Can't you understand? It's because the time limit hasn't expired yet!"
"That's not a time limit for using the item, it's a time limit for completing the mission! The boss said the mission must be completed by that time, and once it's finished, it must be handed over immediately!"
"I don't care, there's still an hour left. Come and try to steal it if you dare!"
"Go ahead and steal it! Why do you think I'm a professional hunter and entertainer? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"
Such a loud argument immediately attracted the attention of everyone around, whether they were Soul Returners, local NPCs, or outsiders like Grenorah, and even Muller-chan standing at a distance was drawn to it.
In the open space not far away, four or five people were leading more than twenty harmless, Blood Corpse strung together towards Valhalla.
Ahead of them were five or six other people, their packs on their backs empty and their hands holding nothing but tools and weapons. They were clearly Soul Returner were planning to go out to gather resources or do missions.
At this very moment, what was caught between the two groups of people was not some precious supplies, but... a wheelchair!
Indeed, the core of the dispute between the two sides at this moment is that wheelchair.
One party stated their reasoning and then yanked the wheelchair sharply towards themselves.
The other side's rebuttal was the same.
The two sides exchanged heated words, their back-and-forth relentless, and the wheelchair, naturally, was fought over like a strategically vital piece of land.
Seeing this amazing scene, Gray and Nora looked at each other in bewilderment.
Especially that wheelchair, it looked so familiar...
The wheelchair had a unique design; many people had never seen such a design before.
But the two people and the corpse who had just arrived in Valhalla were quite familiar with this.
Isn't that the Electric Shock Wheelchair Pro?
So, since the wheelchair has come, then the person sitting in the wheelchair must be...
"Alright, alright, gentlemen, please calm down..."
A somewhat familiar voice came from behind the wheelchair, which was turned away from them:
"Lord Soaring Clouds is aware that all of you have devoted yourselves to Lord Soaring Clouds's cause."
"But that's precisely why you can't fight amongst yourselves like this..."
"I 'Luoli fine with being a little tired, but I'm worried that it might cause discord among you gentlemen because of someone as lowly as me. If word gets out, it will be a disgrace to our Soaring Clouds Lineage."
The words of Luoli Adelaide, the former vampire count and now Luoli Soaring Clouds, the top tool of Soaring Sky Studio, stopped everyone's argument.
One person looked at the Blood Corpse in the wheelchair:
"Then tell me, what should we do?"
Luoli gave a somewhat embarrassed look:
"This is a matter for you gentlemen; it's none of my business to interfere..."
"Then shut your mouth!"
A low shout came from the leader on the other side.
Bennett watched this scene with a secret sense of delight.
He knew this plot development; wasn't the next step supposed to be the punitive electric shock?
Fast!
Faster!
After a few seconds, the expected electric shock did not occur.
Bennett didn't even bother pretending to be unconscious anymore. He slowly straightened his head and carefully looked at everything in the distance, trying to see a hand on the stun gun lever.
Unfortunately, the scene I envisioned did not appear.
Not only did no scene appear, but everyone's words became more amicable because of Luoli's advice, and the previous fierce argument was no longer present.
Both sides clearly wanted Luoli, their go-to tool, to help them, and neither wanted to embarrass Soaring Clouds himself.
In the players' minds, the existence of studios inevitably affects the basic balance of the game, and in reality, it is considered a somewhat gray area of the industry.
Therefore, there aren't as many studios in the World of Disorder as in typical online games. While Ed allows them to exist, he also controls their numbers to prevent them from affecting the gaming experience of normal players.
If the situation escalates here, it will not be a good thing for either the Soaring Clouds Lineage in the World of Disorder or the Soaring Sky Studio in the real world.
The players, having calmed down, clearly realized this and became amicable again, seemingly about to shake hands and make peace.
And the one who brought all of this together was actually that guy in the wheelchair!
Seeing this, Bennett grew increasingly anxious.
Luoli is so popular, yet he himself is about to lose his position on the Antasia.
Luoli's words could bring two groups to a close and make peace, while Raleigh's loose tongue only resulted in him being electrocuted and locked in a dark room.
Luoli can continue working normally here, but he has to face the forced summons from Antos, which he doesn't know when it happened.
Bennett grew angrier and angrier, his eyes becoming even redder than those of a normal Blood Corpse.
Hurry up and shock him!
"Hurry up and shock him!"
A deep, angry roar echoed across the wilderness, and everyone fell silent instantly.
Bennett realized he had made a huge mistake.
Having been locked in a dark room for too long, he developed a habit of talking to himself and expressing his innermost thoughts.
Inside the small dark room, as long as he didn't shout, no one would bother him, which meant that his muttering wasn't as quiet as he had imagined.
When the deep, angry roar reached the ears of everyone present, all eyes quickly turned to it.
Countless gazes were fixed on Bennett in his wheelchair, making him feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
The old Blood Corpse turned its head to look at Gray, only to see a cold, hard, and angry face that was so deep it seemed to drip water.
Beneath his thick beard, Gray's lips moved slightly:
"You've embarrassed me, Old Bei..."
A slight tremor came, and Bennett knew that a hand had already pressed the stun lever.
Just then, the wheelchair that everyone was scrambling for turned around, and the slightly younger Luoli on it looked this way and let out a happy sound:
"Long time no see, senior Bennett."
His voice sounded strong and resonant, not at all like that of a prisoner confined to a wheelchair.
Luoli seemed completely oblivious to Bennett's vicious curse.
He looked at his senior not far away with a smile, like a docile sheep.
Luoli, who climbed his way up from the bottom, learned a lesson from the struggles within the noble mansion:
When an enemy makes a mistake, if there are other people around, please forgive him generously; but if there are no other people around, please do not let him off the hook.
Unlike the two Blood Corpse Counts who were all smiles and hiding daggers, the players from Soaring Sky Studio couldn't hide their excitement at seeing the familiar NPCs return.
After all, a bad relationship between two pet dogs won't affect the friendship between their owners.
Just as the two sides were about to exchange more pleasantries, a magnetic aristocratic voice rang out:
"Gentlemen, is there any dispute here that you need my help to mediate?"
Everyone looked towards the direction of the castle and saw a neatly dressed, tall middle-aged man walking steadily towards them.