My players are too fierce!

Roland was taken aback by this, then asked, "You said you're going back to Nest City?"

"Yes..." Emma lowered her head, responded, and then fell silent.

After a moment's thought, Roland agreed.

"Sure, but I need you to do a few things for me."

"What's up?"

Roland then placed a broken flintlock pistol on the table and pushed it in front of Emma.

"Can we find someone to fix it? And it would be best if we could also get some ammunition."

Previously, during the battle against the priestess, Roland observed that the five players had too few tactical options.

At most, the method of striking has changed.

Several people rushed forward in a swarm, but later David changed his class and stayed behind to apply buffs and observe from the sidelines, while the rest of the people continued to charge forward.

Whether they can even make it to their target alive is a question.

Now, if Emma can repair this gun, the players' tactical repertoire will be greatly enriched.

After thinking for a moment, Emma replied, "It's possible, but..."

Before Emma could finish speaking, Roland took out the bottle of spirit liquid undiluted.

"I know we intercepted your trip to the spirit world this time and you didn't get anything. Consider this bottle of raw liquor as my allowance for you. Use it as you see fit."

Roland, whose view was synchronized with the players', naturally knew what materials the young players had obtained.

So when he returned, Roland confiscated all the good things Emma had secretly hidden in front of her.

This led Emma to believe that several players had tipped her off, so she deliberately used a more torturous method when studying the runes on David's body.

Emma was slightly surprised.

Can something that's already in your pocket come out?

The cat ears are swaying, and it seems to be in a good mood.

"By the way, how did you get back to the capital?"

Roland has never left Dead City since he transmigrated, and he is very curious about the outside world, especially places where ordinary people can still live.

"Ha, it's approved!"

Upon hearing Roland ask how she was leaving, Emma launched into a long explanation, asked for her bag back, and then pulled out a palm-sized talisman.

Roland raised an eyebrow. Just how much stuff could Emma's bag hold?

[Awakening Runestone]

[Quality: Average]

Available uses: 1

Success rate: 50%

[Effect: Awakens the user from a deep dream state after guidance]

[This is a cheap replica of a certain exquisite rune stone, made with cheap, even garbage, materials. Anyone who dares to leave the spirit world with something like this is a gambler.]

"I figured this out myself, based on the theories revealed by the Sage of Dreams!"

Emma puffed out her chest and looked incredibly proud when she said this.

Little did they know that Roland had already seen through the entire nature of this thing.

He understood Emma's wariness of him and allowed her to keep her little secrets.

It's like he wouldn't tell anyone he's from Earth.

For someone like Emma, ​​a technically skilled person who can conjure bombs by hand, using a contract as leverage is the least cost-effective approach.

By taking things slowly and strategically, and by winning over the enemy's heart, one can completely bind them to one's own side.

Otherwise, if she were to betray me one day, I'd be doomed.

He had pretty much figured out the little wildcat's temperament: it wouldn't take a stick, but it would take a combination of sticks and carrots.

Sooner or later, Roland will make her confess all her secrets on her own.

Da-da-da-da

His fingers tapped on the handrail.

He still didn't bring up the matter of Emma taking the colorful toad with her to the Nest City.

First of all, none of the five small players know how to do business, let alone know the market conditions, so it makes no difference whether they go or not.

Secondly, saying this is tantamount to telling Emma directly, "I don't trust you, so I've found someone to keep an eye on you. Watch out, I might get you!" This could very likely create a chain of suspicion.

Once a chain of suspicion is formed, eliminating it would require an unknown amount of effort, which is not worthwhile.

Moreover, he has no use for this raw liquid now.

Why not give this to Emma and exchange it for a pistol and some other useful items for the time being?

The foundation of relationships is mutual benefit; making appropriate concessions now is for the sake of greater benefits.

Sigh, the Baba game.

It's nerve-wracking.

"Remember, the contract only allows you to leave the fire for 24 hours. Hurry up."

Emma yawned, slung her bag over her shoulder, and said lazily, "Okay~"

The rune then lit up and began to gather power.

Roland grinned mischievously and said, "Remember to bring me some local specialties like the Hellfire Bomb, okay?"

Emma rolled her eyes.

He then gradually faded out of the tavern.

Roland watched Emma leave.

The sense of contract became very faint, extremely faint.

If Emma's perception of the contract was like a lamp when she was still here in Deadpool, now it's like a firefly the size of a grain of rice.

He could only sense whether Emma was alive.

Shortly after she left, the little gray mouse crawled out of Roland's arms and rubbed against his palm.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

It's back to how it was at the beginning.

One person and one mouse.

Except for the crackling fireplace, everything seemed unchanged.

slam-la-

Ashes seeped into five tattered robes that Emma had prepared.

The time came, and the five players logged on right on time.

Thump—thump—

The zombies outside were pounding on the tavern door.

A few days later, the number of zombies on the streets began to increase.

The number of walkers attracted to the tavern will definitely increase, and they won't necessarily be just the weakest walkers; other monsters may be mixed in.

We're short-staffed...

We still need to send people to run dungeons and collect fuel.

Recruiting new players must be put on the agenda!

[Limited-Time Mission: Clear Out the Invading Horde of Zombies]

[Reward: 10 contribution points]

Faction affinity is not very useful now, but it will be used to differentiate between newbies and veterans in the future.

"Cover me!"

"Damn it, don't steal my kill!"

"Point B! Point B!"

The ashes were accumulating little by little, at a delightful rate.

Hearing the five little ones rushing outside shouting, he closed his eyes and stroked the little gray mouse in his hand.

Being an administrator is really tough.

-

Knowledge Nest, Lower Nest, District 13.

In a secluded refuge converted from an abandoned pipe, Emma's body lay flat on a bed made of stacked books.

The light emanating from some kind of mechanical structure in the sky above the nest was pale and cold, falling outside the pipes.

A younger, malnourished white kitten, about ten years old, carrying a bowl of dark, mushy porridge, lifted the curtain, observed Emma lying on the bed for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief and quietly walked in.

During this process, the white cat's tail swayed unconsciously.

She scooped up a little with a spoon and applied it to Emma's lips.

She has been lying there like this for almost three days.

Based on past experience, Emma usually wakes up on the third day, and according to the agreement, if she hasn't woken up by the fourth day, they should leave immediately and find another place.

She didn't want to give up on Emma.

Meow~

Just then, a small, all-white kitten darted in and jumped to Emma's side.

The three-year-old boy's face stuck out his tongue and gently licked Emma's fingers.

Her fingers moved.