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The Holy Mage was momentarily dazed upon hearing his mention of the Holy Monastery. He examined Nie Yan from head to toe and shook his head. “No, we’re far from being able to obtain a Desperate Strike skill book. We haven’t gone there yet because the monsters are too strong for us. Friend, seeing as your equipment is good, I take it that you’ve already cleared dungeons around that level?”

“No, I just know a bit about it. I’ve never gone there myself. Anyway, how much for the skill book?” Despite his disappointment obtaining Swift Retreat wasn’t too bad either.

The Holy Mage felt a little skeptical. Most players who wore such good equipment should have already been through every dungeon at least once. Moreover, as a Thief player, how could Nie Yan not have entered the Holy Monastery? The dungeon was practically brimming with all sorts of Thief items, and it was a location all expert-level Thieves visited at least once.

“I’m looking to trade this skill book for equipment. Elementalist, Holy Mage, or Paladin equipment; any of those are fine,” the Holy Mage replied. He believed that the value of the Swift Retreat skill book was sufficient for several pieces of equipment.

Nie Yan made an awkward expression. He had already thrown all the equipment he didn’t need up on the auction house. The only equipment he had right now was the Staff of Moonlight Worship, but he didn’t know if Yao Yao (Dark Mystery) wanted it or not.

“I can still sell it to you instead of trading if you don’t have equipment. Give me an offer my friend! If it’s reasonable, it’s yours. My name is Godslayer of Yore. There might be some distance between us right now, but second encounters will bring us closer. Even if our trade fails, I hope we’ll remain on good terms!” He noticed the other party’s calm demeanor, and he considered his own judgement to be decent; therefore, he felt that Nie Yan was definitely an expert.

Godslayer of Yore...? Of the people he knew, Nie Yan vaguely recalled of hearing such a player in the past. Though just slightly famous, Godslayer of Yore was known for having gotten into a conflict with Victorious Return at some point. He and his friends massacred several hundred members of their guild, only to vanish into thin air afterward. Alas, solo players who didn’t have strong backings were destined to always be met with setbacks if they tried to take on a guild.

Numerous players had suffered at the hands of Victorious Return, Nie Yan himself being one such person. And perhaps because he felt they had experienced similar fates, he now held a more favourable impression of Godslayer of Yore. At that point in time, Godslayer of Yore’s fame outstripped his by a great margin. He had chosen to fight, unlike Nie Yan and his friends who had no choice but to hole up in the mountain ravines when they were being hunted by Victorious Return. “I’m Nie Yan (Nirvana Flame). Since you want me to make an offer for the skill book... One silver and fifty coppers; how does that sound?” Nie Yan was rather wealthy so he could offer a high price without even batting an eye.

No matter how expensive the Swift Retreat skill book became, it certainly wouldn’t be worth more than one silver and fifty coppers.

“That’s too much. Even this skill book wouldn’t be sold at such a high price. One silver’s enough.” Godslayer of Yore didn’t shy away from Nie Yan’s frank and straightforward attitude. Since the other side wanted to befriend him, why shouldn’t he reciprocate? Inside the game, having another friend meant having another option. Be it trading equipment or forming a team for a raid, befriending a few more experts would make all these things much easier.

“How many people are in your group?” Nie Yan asked. Since he needed a team to run dungeons, he’d eventually have to find some members to form one. Perhaps he could follow Godslayer of Yore and his friends into a dungeon run.

The game had just recently opened, so the number of players who had fixed teams were quite few. As for experts, they needed to carefully choose the right team before entering any instances. However, good teams were hard to come by. Thus, many of these players who were looking for teams were likely to group together to form one.

Nie Yan’s inquiry brightened Godslayer of Yore’s eyes. “You want to run a dungeon? I have six people on my side. They’re all classmates from the same university and decently skilled. We have five players who are Level 4 and one that’s Level 6, but he always runs dungeons with other people. However, he’ll definitely come with us if we call him since we’re all classmates. Our group is divided into one Berserker, three Mages, and two Paladins.”

“I might make a team, but I haven’t made any plans for now. Depending on the circumstances, we’ll see when the time comes,” Nie Yan said with a light smile.

“Oh...” Godslayer of Yore felt slightly disappointed, but Nie Yan’s answer made more sense after some thinking. After all, forming a team wasn’t an easy affair. “Our equipment is more than a little lacking. So, it’ll be somewhat inconvenient for us to run the lower level dungeons just to improve our gear. Not to mention, with the way our group is composed, we often can’t find a team to join.”

“The equipment isn’t a problem. How about this? When I find some more people in the future, I’ll come looking for you guys, alright?” Nie Yan replied then sent a friend request to Godslayer of Yore.

“No worries. Just call me whenever you’re ready!” Godslayer of Yore’s heart was filled with expectation.

Nie Yan felt if he wanted to continue developing in the future, it was a must that he secured his own team. While finding the right players was a troublesome matter, randomly picking people off the streets would often lead to mixed results. It would be a tragedy if he ended up recruiting a bottom-feeder who didn’t put in any effort and impeded the team instead. However, this sort of matter should be set aside for after he formed the team. In any case, even if they were bad eggs, all he needed to do was kick them.

Since Godslayer of Yore insisted on one silver, he didn’t argue any further and bought the skill book for that price. Swift Retreat was an escape skill. In other words, it was a skill used in a situation where a player couldn’t beat an opponent and chose to run—a situation that was fairly common. Swift Retreat increased a Thief’s movement speed by thirty percent for one minute when escaping, enabling them to quickly put some distance between their pursuers or even completely escape. Occasionally, such skills aided the player in avoiding a disaster.

Nie Yan continued to chat with Godslayer of Yore. In any case, he wasn’t in a hurry to level because there were plenty of opportunities out there. It was a matter of time before he’d catch up with those top ranked players.

“Where did you guys find so many medicinal plants?” Nie Yan asked. He noticed that plants occupied the majority of items for sale in Godslayer of Yore’s booth.

“We can’t help it. Three of the members in our five-player group learned the Gatherer skill. We didn’t really train much and picked herbs instead,” Godslayer of Yore replied and forced out a somewhat helpless smile.

Nie Yan more or less understood what he meant. For players without a guild, if they didn’t improve other side skills such as Gatherer, they’d have a difficult time keeping up. Godslayer of Yore he was doing well for himself since he could equip Holy Walker and Wind of the Fallen Moon. His equipment was even better than many players who joined guilds.

Nie Yan pondered for a moment. He thought about the people he could call when he wanted to form his own team. There was Tang Yao, Godslayer of Yore, and his five friends. As for a good Fighter, he wasn’t confident that Bladelight would come. However, since he was selling the Lion King’s Shield to Bladelight, it was certain he would reciprocate this favour by giving face. Perhaps he could call a few others to join as well. After that, he could recruit a few strangers to fill the remaining spots and form a passable team.

“No wonder you set up next to the Alchemist Guild’s doorway!” Nie Yan laughed. Only Alchemists would want so many medicinal ingredients. “You keep on selling your things then. I’ll be taking my leave. We’ll talk some other time!”

“Alright!” Godslayer of Yore replied.