The Game of Global Mining

Chapter 760 - 597: Valuing the Wind Howling Fjord

Chun retracted the vine back into Cui’s passage to rest and switched the perspective back to the Divine Mirror in the mansion.

Aileen was still exercising at the time.

Geez, how many hours has it been?

But I have to say, it’s necessary. Otherwise, all the mana would be drained on the vine, and there’d be no way to regenerate it. I couldn’t even demonstrate the runes for Cui.

All in all, Chun and Aileen don’t have to be on screen. Chun just needs to reach out in front of the mirror and start demonstrating from basic runes.

And Cui is truly worthy of being a god; their ability to learn is quite swift. They learned basic runes after just one or two demonstrations. This is in stark contrast to the Ugly Emperor, also a god, who never seems to grasp astrology.

In half an hour, Chun had taught all the basic runes.

The pace of teaching wasn’t limited by Cui’s wisdom, but by Chun’s mana in the demonstrations not keeping up, relying entirely on Aileen powering through with love. By the time Chun becomes a mid-to-high grandmaster, not even if Aileen were a steam piston powerhouse would it keep up.

Chun decided to cut straight to the chase, like how they would just chant the name directly at Ox Head City back then,

"Cui, most of these runes are actually unnecessary and aren’t that much better than a mage. Our main focus is on learning a rune of the Spirit of Nature. It’s a principle. As long as we can chant its name, we’re considered to have joined a newly established secret sect. The more members join, the stronger the sect becomes as a whole, providing positive reinforcements for its members... Are you willing to join?"

Cui longed enthusiastically: "There’s actually such a sect? Then who is the leader?"

Uh... logically, it should be the Earth Mother? But Earth Mother doesn’t form sects; she’s worshiped by followers on their own initiative.

Chun had to answer: "It’s a decentralized and dispersed organization where members have freedom, without a designated leader."

Cui laughed: "I’m willing to join!"

Holy Shit, this is way more high-end than the Fishman God. With this weight class joining, the prospects are unimaginable.

Chun got into the groove, spending an hour demonstrating the full name of the current version of "Ebony Will Wayne Enyar Tuwen Weiuwyn Ben Osas Wale Wajuldismita."

By this time, the exhaustion and drowsiness of Chun’s all-nighter truly became unbearable.

"Cui, I’m off to rest. The rest is up to you to practice on your own. If you suddenly feel an increase in power, make sure to keep it under wraps, don’t alarm the Guardian God."

Cui said confidently: "Warrior, rest assured and go take your break..."

Chun believed in his confidence. If Cui learned this easily, then Six might struggle a bit but could still learn, right? And Sherry was over there too; her Rune Technique is also at Expert level 10, so she could also learn some of it, right... Then my sect would secretly grow and spread out, eventually being able to contend with the Bright Church.

Oh right, and also...

"Aileen, thank you for your hard work. Let’s rest now."

Aileen laughed: "Alright, I should change my position from always sitting in the chair..."

Uh, that’s not what I meant...

Forget it, log out, Chun flopped down and fell asleep.

...

Ten Lords Chat Group.

Sela logged on after sleeping through the morning till noon: "Good afternoon, everyone. Any special events?"

The steward reported: "Miss, for now, the major event should be the tens of thousands of the Royal Family Team departing from Southern Canyon Village, heading towards Iron Flame Village."

Raphael said: "Since you’re here, and that Amy was also sleeping during the day without activity, help me investigate the bindings on the fishing rod and line on that small ship from the Divine Presence Corps. We’ve already received related info from a mole, and I’ll send it to you."

Sela grumbled: "How boring. I was thinking of going to take a look at the village now that there are fewer players in Southern Canyon Village..."

Raphael laughed: "Interrupting someone else’s task isn’t boring. Besides, this little ship was dragged out from Wind Howling Fjord by the Divine Presence Corps. This abandoned water route has quite a historical background. Anything involving history from a hundred years ago has to be taken seriously, right?"

The steward also said: "The task group from the Divine Presence Corps is squatting outside City Beauty Fafnir’s mansion seeking an audience, it seems they think the burning of the ship has something to do with City Beauty."

Sela was astonished: "Dare to suspect City Beauty to her face? How dare they!"

The steward said: "Their line of thinking is probably that only City Beauty has that kind of power, or they are using this event to get City Beauty’s help in tracking down something, thereby getting in with City Beauty."

Sela was immediately displeased: "Daring to compete with me for City Beauty! Don’t even think about it! By the way, steward, what’s the update from the Iron Flame Village mole?"

The steward said: "The mole sent a video showing Chinese players in Iron Flame Village just wandering around, not looking like they’re doing tasks."

Sela was stunned: "Wandering around? Time is precious, isn’t Chun guiding them behind the scenes?"

Gabriel snorted: "This Chun’s performance at the sanatorium market was also quite poor. He’s just someone who stumbled upon an early opportunity by chance. Are we sure he even has the ability to guide?"

Sela chuckled: "That’s because he knew there was a camera monitoring him, and deliberately underperformed, right?"

Gabriel laughed: "No matter what, now that he’s in my hands, whether he’s faking it or not doesn’t matter. You’d be better off figuring it out yourself, so you don’t waste time."

Sela replied irritably: "I still haven’t figured out a way to deal with the Divine Team and the village chief’s poison pill contract. Anyway, my goal is to find the Black Hand Organization’s Shadow Demon Hell Passage in Iron Flame Village or something. So just let them wander around and search for now..."

As she spoke, Sela finished getting ready in the Broken Bottle Tavern’s second-floor rest area. Going downstairs, she saw the Guardian, wearing a black robe, still sitting quietly reading in a noisy corner.

She decided to greet him first: "My lord, good afternoon."

The Guardian stated plainly: "It seems Sheila has had a tiring couple of nights."

Sela decided to get straight to the point: "My lord, I heard that the Sakamaru Sea Commerce Association dragged a small boat back from Wind Howling Fjord. And when they were looking for the boat owner, the boat’s number was burned by a mysterious flame—"

Before she could finish, the Guardian interrupted: "I did it. Someone commissioned it."

Sela was taken aback: "Who commissioned it?"

The Guardian replied nonchalantly: "I don’t know, an inconspicuous ordinary person. I just take the money."

Sela was surprised: "Was the pay a lot?"

"Not particularly, just a trivial matter, lifting a finger for me, after all, it was boring otherwise."

Sela immediately sensed something was off: "Why specifically look for you, my lord?"

The Guardian laughed: "Maybe they thought I’m quite formidable?"

Sela asked: "For such a trivial matter, to need someone as strong as you, my lord? Given how low-key and secretive you are, how many people even know of your existence?"

The Guardian mused: "So what do you mean?"

Sela said: "I think it was commissioned by Fafnir! You accompanied us and the guild on her ship out to sea before; she got to know your strength, and therefore sent a small person to have you handle something. The reason she didn’t request other strong people from our city was that it could only be entrusted to someone new like you, who can keep it hidden from others in the city."

The Guardian laughed: "Ayayay, the way you put it, it seems to make a lot of sense. I’m suddenly feeling like I’m embroiled in a major event now."