Evil God? My servants are players!

Chapter 144 The Collapsed Camellia

"But sir, you can't use goblins as guards! They're the face of the city! What will the merchants and nobles think of us!"

The old steward earnestly tried to dissuade him.

Faced with the old butler's questioning, Veronica replied without looking up, "A storefront? Our townspeople have all turned into that horrible state, where are we going to find a storefront?"

"Moreover, the underground city is already gone, and the town's only unique industry is also about to disappear."

"Even if we work hard to improve things, this town won't get any better."

After hearing Veronica's explanation, the old butler fell silent for once. After a while, he said, "My lord, I believe that as long as we work together, Hamlet Town will surely regain its glory. After all, you are different from those nobles."

"Really? I hope so." Veronica put down the document she was writing and picked up another document.

Then, an eerie silence fell over the room, and the old butler stood uneasily in front of Veronica's desk.

"Is there anything else?" Veronica put down her pen and looked at the old butler.

"It's alright, sir. You're busy. I'll go organize the house repairs." In the end, the old butler didn't say what was on his mind.

"Wait a minute! People from the Royal Family and the Council of Nobles will be here in a couple of days to hold an award ceremony. Please prepare accordingly."

"My lord—" the old steward said hesitantly.

"What's wrong?"

"The castle has been destroyed, and we have no proper place to hold the award ceremony," the old butler said, pointing out the problem.

"It's not about the venue. I don't know much about nobles or factions. You'll have to take care of the hospitality and handle any sensitive issues that might arise in the town."

Veronica further explained, "As for the venue, it doesn't matter where it is; I don't care about those things."

"But, Lady Veronica, this concerns the face of the nobility. The Hamlet family will be ridiculed by other nobles and the royal family!" the old butler said anxiously.

"Where does the money for maintaining appearances come from? And it's better to let them laugh at us. Anyway, the whole empire is like a pressure cooker; it's better to be a clown than to be stared at."

"Anyway, the Hamlet family is already in this state. It's only because I still have some strength that I've been completely wiped out."

Veronica replied nonchalantly, which suggests that she also possesses her own unique political wisdom.

The old butler was rendered speechless by Veronica's words.

As a descendant of the old Hamlet family, the old butler was well aware of the family's decline.

However, the old butler's views were still stuck in the past; he still cared about the honor of the nobility.

"You're right, Lady Veronica, I'll go prepare right away," the old butler replied, bowing his head.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It is my pleasure to serve you." With that, the old butler left Veronica's study.

After gently closing the door, the old butler looked at the ruins of the castle and sighed deeply: "Farewell, Your Excellency."

It seems the old butler's earlier unease stemmed from his desire to speak with Veronica about the Earl of Hamlet.

After all, Veronica had never spoken to the old butler about her father since he arrived in Hamlet Town.

The old butler didn't want to bring it up himself.

Finally, the butler glanced at the door to Veronica's study and then went back to his work.

However, as he stepped out the door, the old butler saw several strange people walking side by side.

The butler looked at the group of people suspiciously; the old butler had heard of them before.

Although Veronica told the old butler that those people were severely mutated adventurers whose minds had been affected.

But the experienced butler had seen madmen and fools before, and these mutated adventurers were clearly neither madmen nor fools.

They are more like some other race with incompatible values.

Although the old butler was full of curiosity about these things, Veronica chose to keep it a secret, and the old butler did not investigate further.

After all, he was just an old steward, and it wasn't his place to meddle in what his master was hiding.

But the old butler silently followed behind the players.

Learning from the example of the Earl of Hamlet, the old butler felt it was his duty to learn about those strange people.

"It's so boring, there aren't any good monsters to fight," one player complained.

"How about we explore the larger map again?" another player suggested.

"No, the map is huge and empty. I've been wandering around for ages and there's nothing there, not even a few monsters that match my level."

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"Indeed, let's wait until those who are willing to explore discover the monster spawn points before we talk about it."

"So what do we do now? Should we sign up for the new activity?"

"No way, I'd rather die than go. It would be too embarrassing. I'll just watch other people perform."

"But why arrange such an event all of a sudden?"

"This production team loves doing these kinds of things. After defeating the goblins, they organized a banquet."

"In technical terms, this is called using a celebration to ease the pain of war and to unite people."

"The pain of war... after playing too many games, I don't even react to these things anymore," one player said, surveying the dilapidated town of Hamlet.

However, a player suddenly screamed, interrupting the chatter of several players.

"Look at the world chat! The equipment merchant is here! The kind that specializes in selling permanent equipment!"

"Holy crap! Really?!"

"Really! It looks like it's at the market! Lots of people went there!"

"Let's hurry, there are still quite a few gold coins in the account!"

The players then rushed off to the market, while the butler, whose legs weren't very nimble, naturally couldn't keep up.

Watching the players' retreating figures, the old butler could only sigh helplessly.

He took out a small booklet and wrote:

The third attempt to eavesdrop yielded no results.

It seems that the Earl of Hamlet's hobby of writing a diary was taught to him by his old butler.

Meanwhile, several players had already run to the market.

A large number of players were gathered around a shed, seemingly shouting something.

Although they didn't know what had happened, the players still squeezed in, afraid that if they were a step too slow, their equipment would be lost.

Inside the players' encirclement, Camellia was trying her best to maintain order.

"Put that knife down! You haven't paid yet!" Camellia snatched the knife back from the player's hand.

"I offered you money but you wouldn't take it! Why won't you let me take it?! This stupid game has another bug?!" the player complained.

"Boss lady! I have money! Give me that bow!" another player said, pointing to a bow, but he couldn't find the buy button after searching for a long time.

"Damn it! How do I transfer money to an NPC? Is it not done yet? Finally, a merchant selling high-level equipment appeared! Is this game even going to let us have a good time?!"

"Give me money! Give me money! Give me money! I'll sell if you give me money! Don't just keep saying you won't give me money!" Camellia shouted in despair.