Black Tech Internet Cafe System

Chapter 704 - The new crisis of the players

Chapter 704: The new crisis of the players

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

“St. Dulan.” In the group of holy palaces that were as magnificent as the palaces of gods in the Radiance Light Godly Nation, the Gods’ Peak sitting in the highest position was rumored to be a palace where true gods lived.

Perhaps no one had ever seen the true gods, but the citizens of Radiant Light Godly Nation had always believed in them.

A woman dressed in a holy and pure-white long robe seemed to have walked out of a painting and was floating in the endless void. Her skin was as smooth as crystal and her facial features were exquisite and gorgeous.

Her body emitted a layer of faint crystal white lights, and her feet that were as beautiful as jade seemed to leave radiant light prints on the ground with each step she took.

“The centennial Gods’ Banquet will be held in midsummer of next year,” the voice said coldly.

“The time for the Gods’ Banquet comes again...” St. Dulan said emotionally, “I remember that Princess Your Highness has solely taken the Holy Seat for several banquets consecutively. It’s an honor that has never been heard before.”

The woman shook her head coldly and said, “I’ve been absent from it for a long time now.”

“Now, you must be sitting on the Judgement Seat...?” St. Dulan asked cautiously.

It was probably one of the positions closest to the gods in the whole continent.

The Gods’ Banquet was a gala held in the Nora Continent, and it only invited followers of gods.

In the banquet, only godly and immortal spells could be used, which was said to be the agreement among the gods in ancient times.

It was said that the winners of the gala would not only get the chance to show the people in the world their devotion to their gods; they would also win the favors from the gods they believed in. They could even enjoy the banquet blessed by the gods. It was a rare opportunity for all the cultivators who studied godly and immortal spells.

The participants could be followers of any god.

Of course, this banquet was usually used to test the devotion of the followers in the younger generation.

St. Dulan looked very humble as if the projected image of this woman had a higher position than him.

“Farewell, Princess Your Highness.” He didn’t look up until the white projected image gradually disappeared.

“Mr. Dulan.” At this moment, a large, middle-aged man with a wide forehead and wide cheeks walked to stand before St. Dulan respectfully.

Dulan nodded and said, “The Gods’ Banquet will begin soon. I need to select some elite young people from the Godly Palace.”

“Yes.” The middle-aged man said, “My lord, about kicking out the outlanders...”

St. Dulan gave him a long look and said, “Sir Peable, you seem to have some ideas? Tell me your thoughts.”

“To kick them out, we must find their weaknesses. Just as the East Continent people say, know your enemy as well as you know yourself...” Peable was Dulan’s most trusted and most competent subordinate, and it was rumored that he would become Dulan’s successor in the near future.

“Go on.” St. Dulan nodded his encouragement.

“We have found some information about this shop and its customers.” He handed the documents to St. Dulan.

“The Golden Griffin Knight Legion in Canglan City of the Morning Light Empire was absent from work for one day due to them playing World of Warcraft through the night...?”

“The Morning Light Land Knight Legion of the Orc Kingdom neglected a kingdom leader while they talked about World of Warcraft with magic letters when they were on duty...”

“Alchemy Master Hebrew secretly read the guides of professional skills in World of Warcraft while he was practicing alchemy in the Alchemist Union of Christen Kingdom, causing very negative consequences...? His behavior infuriated the high-level officials of the union...?”

He continued reading, “Aslan Royal Magic Workshop already forbids its mages and alchemists from talking about anything related to World of Warcraft during work. However, these people watched the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection named Mr. Fang’s Livestream Teaching Session for Beginners? And they severely delayed the creation process of some very important alchemy items.”

“Elder Sewell of the Elf Clan seems to have neglected her duties as an elder for a long time because of the mystical realm named World of Warcraft?”

“...”

“Yes, My Lord!” Peable said loudly, “I think the so-called Origins Internet Club and the mystical realm named World of Warcraft have affected people’s normal life and work like poison. People even secretly watched the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection during work time right under the nose of their superiors. It’s horrible! Besides, its influence even extended to the aristocrats in the distant Orc Kingdom.”

“We can take use of it and ask the owners of the workshops, union presidents, kings, and leaders to ban everything about this mystical realm.

“Otherwise, the workshops will go bankrupt, and the kingdoms will decline and go corrupt sooner or later!

“Of course, I don’t think it’s proper for us to interfere, but with such solid evidence against the shop, we can ask the empires to issue new policies together and make it hard for the customers of the Origins Internet Club to continue their visits to the shop. Before long, no one will take such huge risks and enter the shop run by these damn people from the East Continent.”

“Of course, when they lose their jobs, I don’t think they can afford to enter that place,” Peable laughed while saying.

“Eh-hum...” St. Dulan nodded and said, “Do as you see fit. If you have questions, I’m always here for you.”

“Don’t worry, My Lord,” Peable sneered, “I’m not a clown like Luther.”

...

“Ah... Achoo!” Mr. Fang exited from the game and did a big stretch before sneezing for no reason.

“Lately, I have a feeling that some people are talking about me...” Mr. Fang rubbed his nose and thought for a moment. Then, he gave up this futile effort after being unable to come up with an explanation. “Maybe some pretty girls miss my handsome face even though I seldom go out...”

The System was at a loss for words, but it wanted to strongly detest what the ordinary-looking Mr. Fang had said. It seemed like he had no idea of what was going on.

Obviously, without any acute senses, the players in the shop didn’t realize that danger was getting close to them.

As time went on, many players had passed all the instances of Scarlet Monastery.

Even Commander Elven, who had probably joined a party due to some friendly deals, had luckily got the much-coveted Deadman’s Hand, one of the few purple epic items in World of Warcraft.

“I’ve graduated from Scarlet Monastery...” Lounging in his computer chair, Commander Elven looked idle.

“Commander...” At this moment, a paladin of the Golden Griffin Knight Legion got close to him and said, “Now that you’ve gotten such good equipment, should we go to Southshore and kill the despicable Horde people who keep ambushing our Alliance people who are doing quests?”

“Good idea!” Commander Elven’s eyes lit up.