Chapter 42 Gods: An Adult Game

Old Hank sat in the rocking chair, looking at the group of Dwarfs who were looking at him respectfully as if they were thinking about whether to greet him or not.

He raised his eyebrows and shouted directly at the Dwarfs to move his equipment because his original blacksmith shop was useless.

At the same time that Odom was expanding the town, he had built five large blacksmiths’ houses, which could fully accommodate hundreds of blacksmiths working and exchanging their experiences.

The reason why these Dwarfs were so respectful of him was that they knew that this old human was a blacksmith of Grandmaster level.

This concept for Dwarfs was far more sincere than respecting the strong.

“Damn it. Originally I was the only blacksmith in town and could live it up, doing whatever I wanted. Now, more than a hundred people of the same profession have suddenly appeared, how am I going to earn my living now?”

Old Hank was feeling irritated and scratched at his bird’s nest-like hair, looking unhappy. He only agreed to William’s invitation because he was not much sought after now.

Fortunately, he could be one of the owners of the blacksmith’s workshop.

“Owner? This sounds very high-end…”

Previously the town had not needed much equipment or armor.

A Grandmaster level blacksmith like him could only help the civilians make some agricultural tools.

So many widows who were single and did not want to spend money, would turn a blind eye and let him take advantage of them.

But now there were too many blacksmiths and with the sudden appearance of many blacksmiths of Master level and even Grandmaster level, it made him feel a sense of crisis.

In addition, every day, the Dwarf deputy mayor, Odom, would work with his upper body bare and strong muscles that could attract who knew how many pretty widows. He had golden locks of wavy hair and a handsome appearance, he was short, and he had a powerful aura.

Old Hank, who was once the lover of the widows in the town, naturally wanted to compete with him.

William came to the blacksmith’s room, holding a bottle of red wine worth 30 silver coins to see his old acquaintance.

Old Hank.

He had no other surname, but his main profession was a hidden profession, Holy Hammer Warrior.

This rare profession was very special but was very powerful, and even famous. But to be doing this profession full-time, meant that there were some very troublesome requirements, and one of them was very perverted.

That was to say, one’s sub profession must be a blacksmith, and could only be changed to this profession when the blacksmith’s profession had reached a Grandmaster level.

Question.

Under the premise that players did not know about the hidden profession, how many of them would ignore their main profession and train their life profession to the Grandmaster level before changing?

At the end of the age of the Elves, before humans became the lord of the lands, there was the appearance of the Twelve Saints!

Each of them were powerful beings who destroyed cities, countries, the sky, and the earth.

In fact, the Holy Hammer Warrior was one of them.

William reckoned that the Holy Hammer Warrior should be fully equipped…

But he did not know how this fellow, who only had Epic blood, could get this inheritance.

The background of this old fellow was secretive and he never struck out. Since the collapse of the border town and joining the Iron Duchy, he had gone around drinking every day instead of doing ironwork.

And after the Iron Duchy was destroyed by the Dark creatures, he followed the players into the kingdom and was still active in their eyes.

“Well, how do I say it. Not all players can kill Bosses, and not all players can get to know Dwarfs to obtain advanced equipment, even Epic equipment.

“But Old Hank, this NPC who refused nobody, could make gold, unique and even Epic-level equipment.

“This kind of person was like an NPC, especially arranged by the game authorities, so that the players would not lose confidence in acquiring equipment…” William played to death in his last life and had never experienced Old Hank’s side quest.

Perhaps his quest was completed by others, but Old Hank was definitely an old guy who rode on the wave but never died from it. He was even more impressive than Moses, the all-rounded Enchanter.

There were many levels of equipment in ‘Gods’. Compared with Epic and Legendary level equipment, the difference in attributes was not too big. Only some special effects were the most precious.

At each stage, there was also advanced equipment.

For example, William belonged to a beginner level profession before level 40.

Regardless of beginner, middle or high-level professions, Epic, and Legendary level equipment were the same.

But when raising levels too fast within level 40, it would be a waste to use high-level materials to make low-level equipment.

And that was one of the reasons William did not pursue better equipment.

The most critical thing was that it took a lot of hard work to get information on a mission to get a piece of Legendary equipment. There was a series of complicated missions and if you failed even one, that Legendary equipment would never be yours.

If you wanted to sell the information on the mission, the conditions for the mission would change…

And even if you had the chance to finish the series of missions, at the moment when you got the Legendary equipment, you would have to break through the next stage.

So in this ‘Gods’ game, it was best not to pursue Legendary equipment in the early stages. The real top players would get a piece of Epic level equipment and mix it with a good suit.

“But as a Legendary Boss, how could I not be equipped with a set of Legendary equipment?” William threw the bottle of red wine to Old Hank and said to him, “Hey, there’s wine, iron, and exchanges with Grandmaster level blacksmiths, why are you still unhappy?”

Old Hank rolled his eyes, stood up and leaned slightly. “My Lord, you don’t know…”

“Don’t say anything, I know!” William stopped him from saying nonsense and went to his side, saying something secretly to him. Old Hank’s eyes lit up when he heard this and he even licked the saliva at the corner of his lips.

He held William’s arms excitedly and asked, “Is it true? We’re just a small town?”

William frowned. “In another half a year, it’ll be a city town. By then, there will be tens of thousands of people and will be considered a small city!”

“That’s a good feeling. My Lord, you’ve done the right thing. I suddenly feel full of strength.”

“Be full of strength in half a year. I’m afraid that if we build brothels now, those who are expanding the town won’t have the strength to work.” William shrugged helplessly.

It was better having brothels than limiting them. The hunger of single men far exceeded the imagination of normal people.

There were no videos in this era.

The spread of novels was slow.

As for pictures? They could not be looked at for long because they greatly affected the sensory vision.

So.

Brothels were a necessity for men of this era.

There was no choice, William did not know how this game was reviewed…

It was that awesome…

But, it seemed to have been hinted that it was an adult game where only people over 18 could play…

As a lord, he did not need to force some people. As long as the brothels were opened, the women of the duchies next door would often be willing to do this job.

It seemed that there were some people in the border town who also went to the brothels of the two duchies to find jobs…

After all, it was awkward to see familiar faces…

As for Old Hank.

It would not even take two minutes. Old Hank would surely lean against the bed with a cigarette between his lips, sighing that how his masculinity was still as good as before.

Prostitutes pay 4 out of 5 silver coins, and they earn 1 silver coin in two minutes. Was there an easier way of earning money?

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