Gamers of the Underworld 583 A Cup of Bloody Chrysanthemum Tea Please

A Magic Stone for a try, and the grand prize was 200 Magic Stones?

This gimmick attracted many gamers and Venice citizens to surround the vendor.

Someone commented, “Are the 200 Magic Stones for real? Is it a hoax?”

Indeed. There were only 100 jars, so if one of the jars had 200 Magic Stones, would the vendor not make a loss of 100 Magic Stones?

The gamers and the locals weren’t fools, so they immediately saw through the hoax.

Then the vendor took out a large stash of paper and opened them one by one. All of them were empty except for one paper, which depicted 200 Magic Stones.

Besides this paper, there were several papers with 5 Magic Stones and 1 Magic Stone. There were proportionately more papers with 1 Magic Stone.

After showing off the contents of the papers, the vendor shoved the papers into the jars.

A bald Goblin jumped out from the crowd and shouted, “Let me try my luck!”

The bald Goblin took out a Magic Stone. He wasn’t feeling the pain when he passed the Magic Stone to the vendor.

The bald Goblin chose a jar and smashed it. The jar was broken into many pieces, and he retrieved the paper from the fragments.

On the paper were the words “20 Magic Stones”.

The natives became excited.

“Oh my god, the reward is 20 Magic Stones!”

“Is that for real?”

“I thought the vendor was a con artist!”

“Why is he so lucky?”

“Look at the jars behind the vendor. If he sells all of the jars, he won’t make a loss.”

Though the locals were excited, the gamers weren’t convinced.

The gamers knew that the previous win was just a show.

They were going to cheat the locals of their money!

The other gamers decided that they had to do something before all of the money of the locals was cheated by this vendor!

The gamers had discovered a way to make money. All of the jars of Eternal Kingdom were sold out.

The jar smashing game in Venice was only a prelude to the capabilities of the gamers. The merchants of Venice were in for a surprise.

The gamers provided better and more economical services than the merchants of Venice. The quality of the goods was also on par with those made in Venice.

The most important factor was that the gamers were good at marketing. They used membership cards, door-to-door sales services, and buy-one-get-one-free gimmicks.

Soon, the merchants of Venice discovered they were in serious trouble.

In the Dungeon Lord Main Hall of Venice, the new Dungeon Lord, Alexandria, noticed that the table was full of letters. They were letters of complaint and letters seeking help.

The letters were about the gamers of Eternal Kingdom disrupting their market share.

Alexandria had no intention of dealing with the problems stated in the letters. He placed the letters at the side to collect dust.

“The renovation project at the eastern part of the Dungeon has been scheduled. According to the agreement with the Merchant Alliance, we’ll foot the entire bill…”

Alexandria raised his hand to interrupt him and said, “Stop it if you’re telling me about the renovation project.”

“What’s the progress on that matter?”

“What does Lord Alexandria mean?”

“The preparation of the present for Lord Sherlock.”

The Gnome finally understood Alexandria’s words. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Lord Alexandria, it’s already prepared.”

Alexandria nodded and said, “Make haste. Lord Sherlock is beginning to take notice.”

“I got it.”

…

The streets of Venice were filled with gamers who had green words above their heads.

To the locals of Venice, it was a common sight.

The gamers had set up shops in many places.

For example, in the Commerce Area, there was a cafe called Cat’s Urine Cafe. It was started by the gamers of the Pioneer Alliance.

Besides the rich Guilds, the other Guilds didn’t have the means to open a shop in this expensive area.

Sherlock was wearing a long gray robe. He disguised himself and brought Eggface into the shop.

The waiters and waitresses were gamers of Eternal Kingdom. Their services and novelties were far superior to those provided by the Underworld natives.

The natives didn’t understand the concept of service. If a customer wanted to change his tea, the natives would rebuke with, “Ha? Why are you being so difficult? What’s wrong with the tea? What? Are you saying that there’s a cockroach in the tea? That’s called protein. Free protein!”

On the other hand, in the cafe opened by the gamers, the waitress would say, “Apologies, we’ll give you a discount for this meal. Please keep this voucher as a token from the cafe.”

The indulgent service didn’t attract any customers.

Sherlock didn’t notice any of the locals entering the cafe opened by the gamers.

The gamers hadn’t grasped the market psychology of the locals in the service-oriented industry. The customers didn’t necessarily feel happy when good service was provided.

“I get it. The service of the gamers in this cafe is too good, and the locals aren’t used to it!” Eggface speculated after he noticed that there were no customers in the cafe.

Polio nodded and said, “The gamers have to give the customers rough treatment because the customers are used to it.”

Sherlock didn’t bother with their discussion. He pressed the service bell and said, “A cup of bloody chrysanthemum tea, please.”

Raintea, who was dressed in a maid costume, ran over.

It was a Goblin dressed in a maid costume…