All Novel Full Chapter 968
Chapter 968: Chapter 902: Production Greatly Increased!_1 Chapter 968: Chapter 902: Production Greatly Increased!_1 “Which generous brewmaster is behind this?
Step forward and let us all recognize you!”
Super Tomato shouted out loudly.
However, in the crowd of brewers present, none stood up to claim the credit.
Seeing no response, Super Tomato was not embarrassed, and immediately continued, “Seems like we have a good brother among us who does good deeds without seeking recognition.
Allow me to express our gratitude on everyone’s behalf!”
“Brothers, let’s have another round!
This one’s in honor of our generous brewer!”
“Cheers!” The rowdy vibe swept over the crowd as everyone filled up their cups and drank it down in one gulp.
Those unfortunate (or rather, slow) ones who hadn’t been able to partake in this unusual wine due to their distance, also scrambled over, hoping to at least get a sip for the achievements’ sake.
Lincoln watched the bustling crowd, his emotions complicated.
He put down the cat poop wine in his hand, patting Mavis’ green head as a thank you — if his employees were to find out that he had fallen for his own Easter egg, it would be utterly embarrassing.
Other employees wouldn’t be too bad, at worst they would just snicker behind his back.
But Cheryl, that rascal, might openly ridicule him for an entire year!
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At least!
Thinking about this, Lincoln couldn’t help but shake his head.
He just wanted to join in the fun, but little did he expect to lose his dignity in the process.
It was indeed dangerous.
When hanging around with these rambunctious players, one couldn’t let their guard down even for a second…
Not only did he put down his wine glass, but he also put down his chopsticks.
He had lost all appetites for the spread of dishes on the table.
Even though he had no interest in eating, he still activated his administrator privileges to scan all the dishes on the table to see if there were other traps.
After a thorough inspection, he let out a small sigh of relief: thank goodness, it was just one reprehensible player, no other traps were hidden in these dishes, the chefs were all reliable.
Still, he did not eat, and neither did Camille.
Only Mavis didn’t mind, she happily used her chopsticks to devour the gamers’ home-cooked dishes, showing little interest in those prepared by the NPCs.
Lincoln and Camille watched Mavis eating, enjoying the lively atmosphere of the surrounding players, not finding it to be boring.
Among the crowd, Red Dust had only taken a sip from another cup of wine when he decided to leave to complete the Chapter 2 quest — each table had more than one pot of wine, many brewers had brought out their new brew to share.
But as the wine went down his throat, Red Dust instantly realized something was wrong — an itchy sensation surged from every inch of his body!
It wasn’t as exaggerated as the last time when he had been force-fed half a sack of drug powder, but it was still unbearably itchy!
He also immediately thought of the stock he had just sold out yesterday!
“Damn it!
This can’t be!” He immediately wanted to log out, to cut off this sensation.
But as he started to bring out his panel, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and tightly held his arm.
Red Dust turned his head and saw his brother next to him, his face twisted, one hand clutching his arm, and another furiously scratching his body.
With this delay, dozens of sword-holders around also twisted their faces, and simultaneously, with a savage look, turned their heads towards him.
Even Super Tomato was staring at Red Dust in disbelief: “You…
did you poison the wine?!”
“I invited you to our party out of goodwill, and this is how you repay me?”
The itching symptom spread like a virus, infecting hundreds of people in the blink of an eye!
Red Dust was encircled by a crowd of scratching people.
He was itching all over but couldn’t defend himself.
With a glimmer of hope, he said, “Would you believe me if I told you that I sold all of my drugged powders to someone else yesterday?”
“Believe your mom!
Where’s the antidote?
Hurry up and bring it out!” One of the furious brothers shouted, grabbing Red Dust’s collar.
While scratching furiously, Red Dust replied, “I don’t have it!
I really need the antidote too.”
…
“Why aren’t you guys affected?” A player next to Lincoln questioned.
Everyone was itching and scratching, except for these three who seemed fine.
Suddenly, suspicions arose.
Lincoln once again checked the things on the table and found the problem lay in another pot of wine, which made him speechless again.
“Because we have a child at our table, we didn’t drink.” Lincoln replied with the ironclad fact.
Everyone looked at green-headed Mavis in silence, their eyes filled with suspicion that hadn’t faded.
Lincoln, viewing the scene that was beginning to descend into chaos, could only sigh helplessly and raise his right hand to push a finger.
“Snap!”
A circle of white light emerged from his finger, spreading instantly and sweeping past the crowd.
The riotous crowd fell silent immediately.
The strange itch that tormented them vanished quickly after the white light swept past.
Everyone looked in amazement towards where the white light had appeared, only to find that the table was now vacant.
Lincoln had made his escape.
His identity had been exposed, it was better to slip out now.
But even though Lincoln was gone, the trouble wasn’t over.
People were still gathering around Red Dust, starting to “interrogate”.
— Public poisoning can’t be taken lightly; the killer must be found!
Red Dust was so upset he could cry.
…
Of course, finding the killer was going much against the plan.
The “killer” who had intended to poison, would certainly leave no obvious flaws.
What made everyone even more frustrated was that, half an hour later, someone suddenly posted in the forum, revealing the methods of achieving two achievements—
[Stop!
This is not cat poop coffee]: Successfully brew cat poop wine.
And, [Fool’s Love]: Drink the wine made from cat poop.
When they learned of this news, many players on the scene immediately felt sick and started vomiting.
But Red Dust, although feeling quite sick, also let out a sigh of relief.
Things went exactly as he expected: after something like this happened, everyone’s attention quickly shifted from him to checking the participant list and live video, looking for that unbelievable brewer.
— If the value of resentment for poisoning wine is ten, then the value of resentment for putting shit in wine is a million, ten million!
Especially feeding shit to hundreds, thousands of people at once, it was simply…
Rage-inducing!
A fervent hunt for the killer began!
But at the same time, thanks to this grand gathering, the name of [Cat Poop Wine] was spread instantly and its production soared…
Who knew how many victims there would be afterward?
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On the other hand, Wu Di, who hadn’t attended the gathering, not only received a task, but also unexpectedly received a Pigeon Post letter.
The sender was – Han Jing.
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The teacher who taught him the Path of an Assassin when he first came to Chang’an with the [New World Travel Ticket]!
This came as a surprise to him.
He hadn’t been able to find Han Jing during the pre-testing or the official release of “Chang’an”.
He even thought that his teacher had been erased by Cloud Dream, complaining bitterly about it privately for a while.
Who would have thought, now in the second chapter, the teacher suddenly resurfaced!
Without uttering a word, Wu Di left the main mission and headed straight to the West Market to find his master.
From his master’s hands, he was one step ahead of the main missions and tapped into the core.
— If he had followed the main mission to find his uncle, the earliest task he could trigger would merely be the “hunting down the murderer” mission, aiming to seek the Wolf Guard that had infiltrated Chang’an City.
As for what these Wolf Guard wanted to do and whom they worked for…
These unknowns wouldn’t be revealed until later in the mission.
But in Wu Di’s case, Han Jing was upfront about his purpose: “I came back to Chang’an for one reason – to assassinate Anloshan.”
The only remaining suspense was when Wu Di would realize that what his master wanted to do was interconnected with the main storyline.
Of course, he wouldn’t think of that right now, because after seeing the sword at his waist, Han Jing suddenly asked, “Where is the sword I gave you?”
“Huh?” Wu Di was dumbfounded.