Chapter 196: Completing his first mission


    Tyr and Ori appear in Pike''s main market area. Pike is alive as ever. People are going about their business. There is excitement in the air. The top guilds are about to hit level fifty. Startingpetitive dungeon raids period leading to the first Rising Elephant hidden Lions national tournament.


    This is also a time smaller up-anding guilds believe they can make their mark. The global messagepetition will which yers will take part in the Rookie tournament. Even many of SUNken Reef''s members want topete.


    "let''s go to the Warehouse isn''t far. By the way, did you get the custom saddle for your Booner?" Tyr leads them towards one of the biggest and ordinary-looking of the warehouse. It has a simple storefront attached to the main street-facing entrance.


    The Reefpany is a hub for Lifestyle yers, in exchange for selling their goods in the store and a share of the profit. The Reefpany provides them with raw materials. They also gradually recruit people with talent and ship them to Coral Guild for proper training.


    "Yeah, I even got the magic bolter. It''s not the strongest, but at least it will help develop my magic skill." Ori''s choicees from investigating other ranchers. As abat ss, they have some magical ability, not like mages. Though magic weapons like a bolter are popr because they take a constant amount of mana to shoot a magic missile. The simplest of spells that any yer can learn as long as they have magic.


    The model he has is a new construct from an up-anding weapon smith. His weapon is a cross between a gun and a crossbow, making it easy to handle. He doesn''t mind the long refresh time because he has had to pay extra for the one that creates its own magic missile instead of using receable clips.


    "Good, you are going to need it for all the hunting you are going to be doing." Tyr walks into the Reefpany. It is busy with people training up their most basic primary lifestyle skills. Medium Bunz has lesser-known lifestyle sses like scripter makingbels and carpenters making boxes, heck even the alchemist has a minimum quota of ssware They to make before they can make potions.


    They head up the stairs to one office. On the door is a painter-made sign reading manager. Meerz holds a writ in his hand. "Here you go, boss. Did you like what I did downstairs?"


    "No, it''s my first time in a long time, so I could not tell. Just tell me and I will tell you honestly what I think." Tyr hands Ori the writ listing the price as good. They are getting at nine hundred and eighty-seven coppers. Which is almost a single gold piece. Tyr''s has a lot of real-world money after selling the mint coins to apany from the earth.


    Tyr is confident about being able to raise funds in-game. Unlike Lux, who has spent a sizable amount of her fortune on in-game gold. She depressed the local market of mars which has over a trillion yers. Like the big guilds, they are driving up the value of gold so that in-game products sold on the NFT-market are worth real credits. One person who is an nppc paid trillion real-world credit to be Betterthanyoursunbae''s digital neighbor. There are many ways to mize a person''s digital value.


    "Will this fit? It''s five tonnes of food, water, drinks, and all kinds of assorted goods." Ori has seen the road train. There is no way it will carry all those goods.


    "Don''t worry, bro! We have been working closely with the design department from ck Ocean. While I can''t reveal all our endeavors, even to you. I can show you what a little ingenuity and a lot of frost stones gets you.


    After handing over the money and engaging about the warehouse. Tyr gives Meerz an honest and scathing review. He wants at least ten examples of every kind of lifestyle yer, no matter what. It is overkill, but Tyr knows wants them to get into those markets that nobody cares about. They will not overlook the people who make the most basic goods.


    "Tada!" Meerz pulls down a massive cloth cover a new low profile good cold storage carriage.


    "These are good. I didn''t think you guys. Wouldbine so many lowe tech options together." Tyr as a future Engineer can use his analysis skill. To detect the inner working of his own property. Meerz gifted it to him as soon as the cover came off.


    "We only have low tech, I don''t all the specification. but Poppi was most excited about the new suspension that uses magic potential to create lift. The theory behind it can help with magic engine development. At most, they can reduce the weight of the carriage by thirty percent." Meerz gushes over their efforts. Like any good person who wants to be noticed, he supplies only their best materials to get the best results.


    "That''s really amazing!" Ori lets slip as he listens to Tyr and Meerz''s conversation. Tyr brings up a management screen for his road train, swopping out the old carriages for the new. The sleeker slimmer and probably faster road train looks like built by peter.


    "let''s get the move on. We still have another stop." Tyr and Ori bid their farewells to a bright Meerz. He really appreciates all the tips Tyr put forward for free.


    They walk to the old Kito shop. The old man is still odd and in a mood, so Tyr transaction doesn''t be a quest. He isn''t sure why, but something about the guy sets of his quest radar.


    The new road train looks menacing with his Draft Dogs. Tyr throws out a blob of pink viscous fluid next to Ori.


    "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!" His Booner hisses after a sniff. With a single unheardmand, Tyr makes the Mimic use its only skill. It giggles, shifting sand underfoot, expanding into a thinner almost identical female Booner.


    "It''s my Booner!" Tyr sends Ori a basic brief on the Mimic. Ori is riding his Mimic while Tyr drives the road train himself. They have to go back to the Dragon jaw mountain range.


    "Alright, I think I understand. Boss, can she follow mymands, maybe?" It is the perfect chance for Ori to test if he wants to change his path. There are a few ranchers who have figured out a trick to bringing up to three pets with them onto the battlefield. Tyr nods the Mimic are almost as smart as people and can even hold a proper conversation if properly trained.


    "What do I call her?" He rubs the side of her head.


    "Salome, that''s her name." Tyr drives them towards the old at the beach first. Who hands resource location mission he needs on more nods for this mission. This perverted old coot was mad at Tyr for not bringing a single female with him, so he handed Tyr a basic resource nod finder.


    Tyr doesn''t care his mission right now is to take the perilous route up Dragons'' Jaw to navigate to the tiny remote vige of Persis. "you are guarding us all the way, keep me safe alright."


    Ori bursts outughing at the terrible Mary Sue voice he put on. In his mind, Tyr is in the top ten of guilds strongest, which is why he thinks of him as a Mary Sue. Ori takes themission seriously when he gets a notification. As a merchant, Tyr can create tasks which he will pay for. One silver is more is about over a hundred real credits and some change.


    The current value of a single copper equals 1.60 credits. Ori thought it was insane and untrue, but all thepanies I the known world would give their left arm and foot. To real-timemunication across the entire sr system.


    Tyr and Ori set out from the sandy beaches, the three carriages pulled by powerful Draft Dogs make their journey into the jaws of death. Many yers have died taking this path. Tyr doesn''t want to travel back and forth. SO he has plotted out a circuit that will take them to all the specific viges and make him lord of Pikon by the end next day.


    Ori is doing his scouting ahead, removing small packs of wolves and a few bandits and turning around to another carriage that wasing down. This merchant wasn''t easy to convince but with a few well threats in the right ce and his impressive-looking Booners. He could get them done without having to kill an innocent yer.


    "That''s him right!" Three-sixth''s hasn''t seen that human since he tricked them into getting themselves blown up and stealing all their equipment. They have suffered trying to get new equipment. The drop rate is so low that they identally killed someone they should have and now they are under a kill order.


    "Yeah, I will never forget that smirk bastard''s face." One-fifth smacks his teeth as he calls the posse together. <ol><li>Someone tell me his name goddamit</li></ol>