The Game of Global Mining-Chapter 497 - 367: The Unfathomable Old Drunkard

Internet café, first floor.

Great God boarded the tavern’s carriage and headed to the shipyard in the outskirts.

Great God realized there were hardly any players around! Even though it was known since the open beta that Black Iron Shipyard was trash, players truly dedicated to maritime adventures would start in Bronze City and wouldn’t waste their precious time here. But still, with a million players in the city, and the official server launched 17 days ago, just wandering around... Oh, that’s the rationality of players; having learned from the open beta, they wouldn’t make the same mistake now!

But who would know there’s a hidden crossbow task here?

Great God instantly realized he was ahead of the city’s million players! Most importantly, he was ahead of Baka and Curry!

Great God immediately stood up, pulled out the blanket he used for sleeping overnight from the seat cushion, and covered himself and the seat! Not that he didn’t trust his brothers, but after all, the first floor of an online game café is not a private room, the place is crowded with people with sharp eyes.

A commotion arose nearby: "Great God, what are you doing?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Great God replied irritably: "Don’t ask! If you ask, I’m exercising with a beauty!"

"No way? Great God’s got Dancing Girl?"

"Underestimating Great God, are you?"

Amid the teasing from the brothers nearby, Great God arrived at the shipyard gate, got off, showed the sloppy gatekeeper his badge, and entered.

The shipyard was also void of players, which made Great God even more excited. This was his turf now!

Following the gatekeeper’s hint, Great God reached the dock, where an imposing warship was stationed, with hundreds of workers busily yet leisurely repairing it.

This was clearly the Black Iron Navy’s flagship, the Black Iron Blade! Although its performance wasn’t outstanding among the Five Great Cities, it was a magic battleship, with a high-tech command cabin and magic propulsion, theoretically capable of flying into the void with balloons, unlike common sailing ships!

Was it possible for him to get in touch with a warship of this level?

Then, Great God saw an old man leisurely drinking, it was him.

He politely approached: "Sir, I’m the newly established Vice-President of the Broken Bottle Gang..."

Without further ado, he took out a wooden box.

The Old Drunkard’s drowsy eyes suddenly gleamed, he immediately stopped him: "Come on, too many people here!"

Great God understood instantly.

The Old Drunkard walked ahead asking: "Broken Bottle Gang, is it? I heard you just made waves and got into trouble."

"Yes. Our president was captured by Silver City, but it’s certainly not his fault."

The Old Drunkard snorted coldly: "Only kids talk about right and wrong! Silver City coming to Black Iron City to capture people is quite embarrassing."

Great God said: "Hence all 70 of our guild members are working hard, all changed professions to Dark Crossbow Warriors, but the whole city can’t find a good crossbow, so I asked the tavern’s Miss Vivian to connect me to you."

The Old Drunkard snorted: "Can you forge?"

Great God, sweating: "Nope!"

"Know carpentry?"

"Also, no!"

The Old Drunkard shook his head with a sigh. Then he led him to a remote dormitory within the shipyard, entered, and revealed a storeroom full of miscellaneous items!

The Old Drunkard eagerly reached out his hand!

Great God immediately offered up Frost Fire Dragon Wine—system prompt: your favorable impression with the Old Drunkard has risen to enthusiastic.

Great God instantly felt that the ten thousand spent was worth it!

The Old Drunkard hugged the bottle, sighing: "The last time I drank this wine..."

Then he shook his head again, dragged out a box from the pile of miscellaneous items, opened it, and tore open an oil-paper package, revealing an oil-glossy... crossbow?! But the crossbow had a slender body with spikes at the front, resembling a short close-quarters rifle?

The Old Drunkard lamented: "This is a Shark-Shooting Gun! A special weapon, also an underwater weapon against sea monsters, capable of ranged and close combat, it’s out of production now. Your profession actually wasn’t originally called Dark Crossbow Warrior, it was Sea Monster Hunter, I, when I was young—never mind, not saying it. Anyway, I’ll lend this to you! There are still dozens of Crossbow Arrows left, I’ll give them to you."

Great God was both excited and puzzled: "Lend?"

Other quest NPCs always give!

The Old Drunkard snorted coldly: "Of course lend! These Crossbow Arrows are specially made, once used up, they’re gone, you gotta practice forging to craft them. If you can’t craft it, just use ordinary crossbow arrows to make do, but the power won’t be nearly as good."

Great God hurriedly said: "Old sir, I have dozens of guild members, how will their weapons be solved?"

The Old Drunkard chuckled: "Anyway, lending you this is considered a sample, whether you can imitate it depends on your ability."

Great God asked in shock: "So imitating is practicing forging and carpentry?"

The Old Drunkard eagerly opened the bottle: "That’s just the basics, as for others, I don’t know. If you want to practice these two, you can work for free at the factory with your badge, guaranteeing you’ll practice to your heart’s content! Work clothes can be worn outside, there are two pieces sunning."

The shipyard still has a place to practice skills for free! How much money can this save!

Great God asked again: "So when should I return this crossbow?"

The Old Drunkard took a swig: "When you feel you can’t use it or fix it, you can return it."

Great God checked the durability: 71/1000!

Confused, only a few dozen durability points left! And with this special weapon, it’s clear ordinary blacksmiths and craftsmen can’t repair it?

Just as Great God was about to ask more, he suddenly realized that the old man was already snoring asleep on the rocking chair.

This old man is more unfathomable than any known questline NPC so far, he must be a hidden super NPC!

Great God decided, since this visit to the shipyard was secretive, he’d live here. Even if he couldn’t replicate the original Shark-Shooting Gun, whipping up a rough version a third of the quality would still beat the novice crossbow. Then he could learn something else from the old man...

So Great God went outside to change into two pieces of work clothes, oil-stained all over, suspecting they weren’t washed at all.

Just then, the internet admin buddy came: "Great God!"

Great God popped out from the blanket: "What?"

"Brother Chun has instructions..."

After hearing the instructions, Great God was very confused, totally incomprehensible: "Just go to that goblin grind point? Didn’t say what to do?"

The buddy laughed: "Yes, Brother Chun’s exact words! Not a word more."

"Okay, Blade God, follow Brother Chun’s instructions, rush to the grinding point at full speed! Ignore all thieves behind, run as fast as you can."

Blade God: "Received!"

...

Chun’s current mood suddenly turned from initial excitement to anxiety.

Possessing a Boss, making it evolve into a stronger Boss, using the Boss’s hand to kill a red-name player, does that count as doing it discreetly?

But that’s not right! Based on the village assault last time, those monsters were clearly being controlled, it feels like the Ten Lords are the veterans at this kind of play, once this act’s footage is seen by the Ten Lords, what will they think?

They might not suspect me at first since I’m in prison. But secondly, they will definitely suspect me, because I was the one who made the guild members come over; I definitely have something to do with it... it’s still a bit troublesome!

Perhaps, the safest method is not even letting the priest make a move, just letting it command the Boss-level and several Elite-level to make a surprise assault?

Chun asked: "Godomigo, can you command the goblins here?"

"Master, please instruct!"

Holy Shit, quite useful!