Something's wrong with my undead

Faced with this question, Melvin instinctively wanted to refuse.

Often the more similar two people are, the better they understand each other, so just as Hilda was familiar with her, she also knew the other person well.

The woman in front of her was actually as paranoid as she was.

Hilda had been through much more than what was written on her face, in order to be able to crawl out of the hellish Island No. 98.

Melvin immediately realized the seriousness of the matter when such a person said such words in a non-joking tone.

She didn't want to get involved in this mess.

but--

"Do I still have the right to refuse?"

Melvin sneered, "I have been implicated since you walked into the Opry Building in public. Even if you don't say anything, who would believe the truth?"

Hilda stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled:

"You've really changed. You weren't like this before."

"Are you trying to find a way to say that I was stupid before?"

"No, you could have thought of that before, but you would have gotten mad and yelled at me, saying I was causing you trouble, instead of talking calmly like this."

Hilda's eyes became subtle, as if she saw into Melvin's heart: "People's anger often comes from being powerless. The reason you are still so calm is because you are sure you can solve the trouble I brought - no matter what it is. So, dear Ms. Cummings, who did you meet on this voyage that gave you such terrible confidence?"

"Do you believe me when I tell you that I know God?"

Melvin exaggerated on purpose, but he still felt a little nervous.

She didn't expect that the first person to guess in this direction would be the other party.

She sat back on the sofa. "You can beat around the bush until dark, but I won't keep you for dinner. Our tastes don't match."

"Mr. Scrooge asked me for a pot of dreamweed that would bloom in three hours. Shortly before it was about to bloom, I saw Helenda Och walk into the library."

In a few words Hilda told the story of what she had experienced, including the initial cryptic message.

After hearing these seemingly irrelevant pieces of information, Melvin frowned slightly:

"You don't mean to say that the Archmage is going to use this to deal with Helenda? Just because of a pot of Dream Flower?"

"I don't know." Hilda shook her head. "I'm just here to tell you what I've been through. I'm the only one who knows these things. And I promise you that I will never commit suicide, and the research I'm doing is not dangerous. If there's news that I've died for any reason in the next few days, then you'll be the only one who knows my cause of death, that's all."

"So, what do you want me to do for you?" Melvin asked, "Die with you?"

"That's not necessary." Hilda shrugged: "You are in the limelight, dear, Scrooge will be reluctant to attack you, this will become a weapon in your hand, making him afraid, and... don't believe Helenda.

"I know that I was able to get the place in the research institute with your help, but don't expect me to thank you for your 'behind-the-scenes efforts' that were only for self-satisfaction. Anyway, I'm returning the favor to you."

After saying that, she left, cleanly and neatly. Melvin wanted to try to keep her but never said it out loud.

She almost forgot that she had helped the other person.

That was the last thing she did for him after their relationship fell out. I didn't expect she still remembered it.

The real purpose of the other party doing this is hidden in the sentence "Don't trust Helenda".

He once expressed to her his admiration for the "Grand Mage of Holy Light" and called him one of the few people with high moral standards in Veritas.

From then on, from an outsider's perspective, she was indeed very close to Helenda.

But Hilda might not be able to imagine how hypocritical and barbaric this Luku man was in private.

"If she could go to McCalla..."

This thought came to his mind for no reason, and Melvin made himself laugh.

Since when did McCalla become the sacred place of purification in her mind, the place where all problems could be solved... How ironic.

She walked back to the table and sent a message to William using the magic network.

【Let Red come to see me.】

...

Half an hour later, Duoduo finished listening to Melvin's story.

This time even she was scratching her head.

——It would be nice if Megumin was here.

she couldn't help but think.

As a "hobgoblin player", she has a natural resistance to things like "turning the table" and "playing tricks" - everyone in the business world resists such crazy people. In business, there are winners and losers, but you can't let everyone lose money, that's too much to lose.

Therefore, in her opinion, Scrooge would never let a researcher die suddenly in the laboratory just for the possibility of such a leak...

However, considering Hilda's identity as a necromancer, this makes sense.

That is, if she were Scrooge, she would do this - let herself die suddenly in the laboratory.

It really is like putting oneself in others' shoes, and being consistent in words and deeds...

The Necromancer is so scary!

This means that she should have been prepared to abandon her body and reincarnate as a lich, which is also the last trump card of the necromancer.

"She shouldn't be lying to you." Duoduo said.

"I also don't think she would lie to me...so what should we do?" Melvin asked.

"We don't have to do anything but wait."

Duoduo replied.

Anyway, McCalla will know about this - Hilda will definitely tell "Gray", that is, Heine, such important information.

Then Huihui could naturally understand that it was not her business to worry about such things.

"Compared to this, we should pay more attention to the price of charging stones and the orders of McFlurry, and then appropriately help those guys who have not yet gone to the rooftop to overcome this crisis." She said seriously.

“Should we buy now?” Melvin wondered. “Shouldn’t we wait until the price collapses completely?”

"No, no, no... That would destroy the economy of Veritas, and then the money would go back to where it belongs under the distribution of power."

Duoduo explained seriously:

“Ms. Cummings, you must realize one fact - the freedom and equality that Veritas advocates are based on the non-interference of the six-member parliament. Once something really infringes on their vital interests, they will feel that ‘this is not free enough, not equal enough’ and thus change the rules of the game.

"The reason why the rules have remained unchanged for nearly a thousand years is that no one has ever challenged the authority of the Council of Six. But now, the people who have hoarded the most energy stones are precisely the ones who made the rules. If they really become 'flying people', they will definitely swoop down on us and make us a buffer.

"I don't deny that this is a kind of 'goodwill gesture' or 'compromise'. This is the objective reality. Although the mages claim that they want to decouple money from the power of extraordinary people, and ordinary people believe this, we cannot believe it. We must stop while we are ahead and take the initiative to hand over some money instead of waiting for them to take it."

Hearing her say this, Melvin felt a chill all over his body.

If the six-member council takes action personally for the interests behind them, no one can escape unscathed.

What Hilda feared would happen everywhere - wizards were best at causing people to die mysteriously.

Will the Court of Truth uphold justice then?

Don't even look at who opened it...

She exhaled lightly and looked at Duoduo with emotion: "You really stay awake all the time."

Duoduo smiled and nodded, but he sighed in his heart.

What's the point of being awake? It's just that every failure makes you wiser...

The first "big money" she made in the game came from hiring NPCs to set up factories.

At that time, the downstream of the production industry was completely monopolized by the mysterious spirit-possession factories of the Veritas people. Low- and medium-level alchemical potions were not even much more expensive than coffee in street shops. The real money-making part was the mid- and high-end "private customization services."

This market is jointly supported by players and NPC adventurers. In the early stage, it was adventurers, and later it mainly became players.

Players' various magic equipment and props need to be repaired if they are broken, and they also need to be maintained even if they are not broken.

When players get rare materials, they should use them immediately and integrate them into their equipment to turn them into combat power. If they have special needs, the designers should also meet them.

These cannot be completed by the Fuling factory, so the "personalized customization service" was born.

This is also the biggest source of gold consumption for combat professional players.

At the beginning, this industry was almost completely monopolized by NPCs with high-level business skills in Veritas.

One reason is that the NPCs have high skill levels, and the other is that they are backed by the Institute of Truth and Lion King Trading Company.

However, due to the cognitive gap between the two sides, as well as the NPCs' resistance to "dangerous creatures" such as players, communication between the two sides is often difficult.

At that time, the forum was full of players' complaints about NPCs, accusing these second-party players of not being able to understand their needs and not being willing to listen carefully. This was really going against the will of Heaven. Why were the second-party players so arrogant?

So, Ms. Qian Duoduo discovered the blind spot.

She collected players' demands from the forum, and then found many craftsmen NPCs to discuss modifying the blueprints.

It is a simple job to use your brain to make changes on paper, but if you want to really "improve the drawings", you need to put in practice. This is why most NPCs choose to rely on the Institute of Truth - the latter will bear the cost of research.

But at that time, there was a setting in the game that "experience would be given even if production failed", especially once "innovation was successful", a lot of research experience would be given.

So she handed this part of the task over to the life professional players and used out-of-game currency to pay for their material costs.

In this way, players gain experience from repeated failures, and Duoduo will get feedback on the blueprints, and then polish them to maturity for use by his own NPC employees.

In the end, she became the only "personal customization service provider" who could meet the needs of players, and she was overwhelmed with orders.

As for the combat professional players who contributed to the discussion, they actually received more satisfactory service after paying a lower price.

This is undoubtedly a win-win deal.

As Duoduo wrote this series of operations into a guide and posted it on the forum, the monopoly of the local people of Veritas on the "private customization market" was soon broken, and the average service price was almost halved.

Even some "new blueprints" that did not belong to the Institute of Truth were born among the player community, which to a certain extent led the direction of technological innovation.

This was supposed to be a good thing that made everyone happy, but before long, the factories of Duoduo and other player bosses were bombed one after another by the mentally insane "Mad Wizard".

Players can be resurrected, but NPC employees are either dead or injured. Even those who are unscathed are deterred by this situation and either resign or move elsewhere.

The players were indeed angry about this at first, but this anger was scattered.

Not everyone's vital interests have been harmed.

For the professional combat players who support this market and truly hold the final say, they simply have lost their place to consume. They can only complain but not take any action.

Moreover, as the mages released missions and expansion packs one after another, the attention of the vast majority of combat-class players was quickly drawn away, and the resistance of life-class players gradually died down, leaving only a mess in the end.

Looking back on the incident afterwards, there is no doubt that it was the people of Veritas who took the initiative to "intervene".

On the one hand, players challenged the authority of the Institute of Truth in the field of technology, but on the other hand, they could not sit idly by and watch the "money" be taken away by the players.

Especially the latter.

Economic sanctions are the most common means used by the Veritas, and they have always done so in the past.

But the players are different. They don’t have so many trivial things in their minds. They just want to invest money to build factories and make money. They don’t care where to build the factories or who to trade with. They don’t regard themselves as Veritas people, nor will they spread their ideas.

So, we can only tear our faces apart.

However, it was this incident that helped Duoduo see the core rules of the game and the Veritas people.

The more civilized they pretend to be, the more barbaric they are at heart, and it shows that they can't afford to lose.

The reason they were not exposed was simply because they had been winning.

Therefore, this time Duoduo will not make the same mistake as before. She will control the water temperature so that these self-righteous masters will not realize that they are losing.

……

McCalla.

Just as Duoduo guessed, Hilda, who felt that she was about to die, immediately conveyed the news to Heine and Lothian.

She especially reminded Heine that this might be used as a trump card in negotiations with Gittier and others.

Because in her opinion, Scrooge attacked Helenda in the name of Donald, whether he ultimately coerced the latter or controlled the latter in some way, and it was ultimately aimed at McCalla.

The Gittiers thought they were well hidden in Macala, but in fact the Veritas had already sensed something was wrong.

Especially at times like this, the ultra-long-distance communication between Necromancers can be more effective, and this is the greatest value of "Necromancer Gray".

"She really cares about you."

After analyzing Hilda's mental journey, Anahui concluded.

Heine rolled his eyes, "She's determined to change her job to become a lich. She probably expects me to help her do something in Nardele... What do you think Scrooge will do to Helenda?"

“I don’t know about that either.” Huihui shook her head and said, “I’ve never heard of wizards mastering spells similar to mind control. Their technology is mostly aimed at magical devices and puppets. Even their attainments in soul studies are not as good as those of the Nice people… As for Donald, in the history I know, he is like a grain of sand that sinks into the ocean and disappears without a trace.”

Hearing this, Heine leaned back in his chair in a daze, muttering Donald's name.

He didn't expect that this originally unknown old guy would become a key figure.

"So in your timeline, did Scrooge do anything surprising?" he suddenly asked.

Just as Hilda took over Collins' professorship, the conclusion of the timeline was inevitable.

Then Scrooge’s development trajectory should be similar.

"Have."

Huihui nodded and thought: "Archmage Scrooge led the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Human Alliance and Dragon Island, and then used our power to eliminate the traitorous dragons, so the subsequent counterattack on the underworld was assisted by the dragons."

"That doesn't seem to help..."

Heine opened his eyes, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed.

The mages have integrated the power of the players, which is like turning on cheats. They can produce unlimited soldiers without worrying about casualties.

If he is the leader of Dragon Island, he must make friends with this group of people, right?

Otherwise, these foot soldiers would rush to the island as Nezha and skin you alive in no time, which is terrifying just to think about.

"Forget it, let's talk about something else."

He sat up straight and pulled out a few pages from the pile of documents in front of him. The title read "Feasibility Study on the 'Otherworld-Material World Portal' Based on the Withered Hellseed."

However, before he could open his mouth, Loudon suddenly appeared.

"Godro City sent a text message." He said, "Dragon Island is summoning Ms. Buchina back to the island."

Heine was slightly stunned: "Just go back, isn't this Long Dao's own business?"

"But Instructor Xia and Instructor Da Huang also went with them."

"Huh?" Heine was surprised. "Why are they following him?"

Loudon spread his hands and said, "They didn't say it explicitly, but they asked me to send a text message to Ian Hodel."

"What message?"

Loudon opened his palm, and the silver light fragments intertwined in the air to form a line of words:

[Dear Ian Olden, please tell Olaf to go to the agreed place. This time, let's go dragon hunting together! ]