Part-time Boss
Chapter 61 - 61 61 Inheritance

61: Chapter 61 Inheritance 61: Chapter 61 Inheritance Mo Fei walked around and found himself a table with empty seats, where he sat down to enjoy the lively atmosphere.

Next to him, a level 45 rogue named Liu Suifeng seemed surprised to see Mo Fei.

“Hey, you look unfamiliar, brother— a new Prince?”

Mo Fei nodded, “Yeah, I just created my account today.

Don’t you see I’m only level 1?”

“May I know what weekly quest you’ve taken on?

Do you need the help of Adventurers?

We, the Sixth Heaven Guild, specialize in all sorts of game services: assassination, arson, boss hunting, finding people or items.

As long as the price is right, there’s nothing we can’t handle.”

Mo Fei was startled and thought, crap, had he just come across one of those legendary workshops?

The reason it was legendary is that starting up in World of Sky is quite expensive; a helmet alone costs eighty thousand yuan, making the operating costs of workshops too high, hence their rarity.

Although he’d only heard of them occasionally, Liu Suifeng’s tone made it seem like a possibility.

“Are you guys a workshop?”

“Haha, of course not.

There are no workshops in this game.

We’re just a bunch of regular players who came together to have fun and make a little extra money to help with our expenses.

At most, we’re like hired help.

What do you think, need our services?”

Mo Fei shook his head.

He had his own standards when it came to playing games.

It was fine if regular players wanted to join in, but paying for help was out of the question.

He was not that rich, after all; he couldn’t start something like that.

“Don’t be so quick to refuse.

Why not tell us what your weekly quest is?

I’ve spent quite some time in this tavern and am rather knowledgeable about weekly quests.

Maybe I could offer you some advice.”

Mo Fei thought it over and said, “I’ve taken on a quest to hunt a black dragon.”

Liu Suifeng’s expression changed dramatically.

“Is it the one from Dragon Roar Peak?”

Mo Fei nodded.

Liu Suifeng said, “Brother, let me give you a friendly warning—this mission is not easy.

I suggest you hire more people; otherwise, you’re definitely going to fail miserably.”

Mo Fei couldn’t help but laugh at how fake this sales pitch was, “It’s just a black dragon.

Can’t be that exaggerated, right?

Wandering black dragons are usually juvenile ones, mostly just skeleton-grade small bosses, or at most, Terror Grade.”

“Heh, don’t you find it odd?

If it were really just a normal juvenile black dragon, why hasn’t any of these heroes taken the quest?

After all, a solitary wilderness boss like that is a juicy target.”

Mo Fei also felt something was amiss upon hearing this.

Among his acquaintances were players ranging levels forty to fifty, capable of leading troops and recruiting Adventurers.

It didn’t make sense that they couldn’t defeat a mere juvenile black dragon.

Liu Suifeng said in a mysterious whisper, “I bet you didn’t know, but three Princes have already failed this quest.”

What!

Mo Fei found this hard to believe, thinking to himself, could this be true or was it really so shocking?

But then again, it could be true; otherwise, why would no one take on this quest?

He felt a little worried but also suspected that the other party might be using scare tactics to intimidate him into spending money on their help.

So he probed, “Did the Princes who died recruit any Adventurers?”

“No, they didn’t.

If they had brought Adventurers, they would’ve earned far less Plot Points and Prestige, not to mention they’d have to pay out the quest rewards.

How inefficient that would be!

Better to just take troops directly—no need to spend money and all the rewards are theirs to keep.

I guess that’s what those Princes must have thought before they all got killed.

Tsk tsk tsk, a Prince account must be worth a million at least, right?

Just think, all that money gone down the drain.”

“In my opinion, it’s better to recruit more Adventurers.

After all, hiring an Adventurer doesn’t cost much.”

“So, if I were to hire Adventurers, how many do you think would be appropriate?”

“Not too many; about twenty should suffice.

If you want to play it safe, take a whole group over.

It’s best to have a proper team where everyone is above level 40.

Ah, and isn’t that a coincidence?

Our Sixth Heaven Guild just happens to have some people here running a dungeon.

If you’re interested, I can speak to the guild leader and we can assemble within twenty minutes.”

After hearing all that, Mo Fei scoffed internally.

Just as he thought, this guy was just trying to scare him.

I’m not falling for that, getting forty people together, with each one needing several hundred bucks at least, you’d blow tens of thousands in an instant.

Just for some quest boss?

I’m not even concerned.

“Heh, I think I’ll just keep looking.

Let’s add each other as friends so I can contact you if I need to later.”

After leaving the tavern, Mo Fei thought it over and sent a message to Shadow.

“Shadow, send over my statue.

Oh, and have you sold all the equipment you had on hand?”

He had previously asked Shadow to sell a large batch of equipment, which were either hoarded by him or looted from Dalaran’s treasury.

Most of them had been sold, but a few remained either because the prices were too steep or their types too niche.

Mo Fei figured that since he was short on gear, if they hadn’t been sold, he could make use of them himself.

“There are three pieces left, two regular pieces of Purple Equipment, and the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword.”

“What?

That thing hasn’t sold yet?” Mo Fei was somewhat shocked.

After all, it was a legendary item and plot-related at that, and he had only asked for three million for it, but no one bought it.

“No choice, people think three million is too expensive.”

“Damn, it’s a plot weapon!

And three million is considered expensive?”

“They say it’s a specialty weapon, not worth that price.

They’d only pay up to two million at most.”

Specialty weapons refer to those with special effects against particular targets.

The Dragon-Slaying Greatsword was such a weapon, exceptionally effective against huge units or members of the Dragon Race, but if the target lacked these two characteristics, it would definitely perform slightly worse compared to weapons of the same level.

This was the dilemma between specialization and versatility—most people preferred their weapons to be more versatile, ideally, the kind that were effective in any situation.

Mo Fei thought for a moment and told himself that no way could he sell it for just two million.

Maybe he should just keep it for himself.

After all, it was a legendary weapon.

He had been planning on training a dual-wielding swordsman, with the possibility of using a single sword and shield as a backup tank if needed.

But now that he thought about it, the idea of becoming a greatsword-wielding warrior was also appealing.

Biting the bullet, he said.

“In that case, just send it along with the statue.

If no one buys it, I’ll use it myself.

I might as well indulge a bit.”

He had been used to poverty before; wielding a weapon worth two to three million, more valuable than his hero account, seemed extravagantly wasteful—having it looted by someone would leave him crying to death.

However, spending money was a gradual process.

Having spent a million today on creating an account, wielding a two-million weapon didn’t seem too unacceptable after all.

Mo Fei figured it was just perfect since he had taken on the dragon-slaying quest.

With the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword in hand, wouldn’t things be much easier?

Since he wasn’t short on cash now, he decided to enjoy himself first.

“Sure, but about the split from the sale…”

Mo Fei thought, damn, why is everyone so realistic these days?

Still thinking about a cut when the gear hasn’t even been sold.

But whatever, Shadow was his old brother after all, helping him deal with the equipment had made him a fair bit of money, so he didn’t want to chill his brother’s heart.

“The remaining two pieces of Purple Equipment are yours, consider that your share.”

“Oh yeah, Dragon bro is generous, Dragon bro is so cool.

I’ll treat you to a meal someday.”

“Bugger off!”

One minute later, Mo Fei took the two treasures out of his mailbox and returned directly to his room in the Royal Palace.

He was quite excited; these two items were like an inheritance he had left for himself.

After securing the room door, he took out the two treasures.