Chapter 652: Execution Time!

Behind them, Boss Fang's face twitched involuntarily: "..."

"Is there a problem?" Helen, engrossed in her game, looked up with confusion. "Isn't that how it's supposed to be?"

Following in the footsteps of Yun Tianhe, they began to understand the information of this entire world from its very basics, and like him, they gradually formed a few vague concepts.

"Heh... has it already been eight hours?" Sera stretched comfortably, and by this time, many others had clearly had their fill of eight hours of playtime, some holding their unfinished Sprite or black tea, others taking the opportunity to order a cappuccino or a bag of potato chips.

A crowd gathered around the sofas in the lounge area.

"Huh? Wait a minute..." At that moment, Helen suddenly cried out in surprise, "Didn't we come here just to have morning tea and briefly try out this new 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' before heading to training?"

"Uh..." The face of one of the Golden Gryphon Knights turned dark as he snapped at the knight beside him, "I told you to remind me, why didn't you remind me?"

"This..." That knight turned to look at another, "Didn't we agree that you would remind me?!"

"..."

"...Training in a cultivation mystic realm is still training!" Commander Elven offered a forced explanation.

"Ahahaha! Right, right, I feel like my swordsmanship has made immense progress!" The golden knight and several brown-haired knights all chimed in with hurried laughter.

"Boss... Boss!" Boss Fang was still playing his game at this moment when he was forcibly pulled over by the elven girl, Sera.

"Can't you tell us a bit about it?" The elven girl patted the cushion beside her on the sofa, gesturing for Boss Fang to sit.

She sat together with Elder Ciwei, right next to Boss Fang, with no intention of leaving: "It feels like there are still so many things I don't understand..."

"Us too..." Commander Elven agreed, "Though we did understand a lot, it feels like there is even more we don't know..."

"Hehehe... let me sit here for a moment." Merlin had already seen that this mystic realm was anything but simple, and hearing the discussion, he quickly mingled in.

Everyone chimed in one after another, asking questions that were mostly common sense or extremely basic, though there were also some deep inquiries regarding the lore of the world.

"How about this," Boss Fang spoke up, "I'll write up a popular science thread later and put all of this in it, and if there's anything else you don't understand then, I'll add that in too."

Although the internet cafe owner was no science educator, it seemed that Boss Fang's current duty really did fall into that realm.

Fortunately, Boss Fang now possessed a certain foundation in the language of this continent; the phrase "popular science thread" was translated, otherwise they would have spent half the day just questioning that term.

(Language spells, if only at a beginner level, were roughly equivalent to the "machine translations" from before Fang Qi's transmigration, at most a bit more intelligent by perceiving a fraction of the speaker's intent, only granting a basic foundation and a bare minimum for communication, meaning the language still required deep study)

"Wonderful!" Everyone's eyes lit up. In the game, what Yun Tianhe didn't understand he could ask Han Lingsha, and for anything else later they could look at Boss Fang's science thread, making it very comprehensive.

"Boss, did Yun Tianhe and Han Lingsha actually meet the sword immortal and learn the sword-controlling technique later on?"

"Who do you think Yun Tianhe's parents actually are?"

"...Is that Wangshu Sword in Yun Tianhe's hand a powerful alchemical item?"

"Boss... what do you think..."

In the afternoon, on a day like this with such pleasant temperatures, free from both scorching sunlight and continuous gloomy rain, it was the perfect time to enjoy afternoon tea.

They chatted back and forth, ordering a black tea or cappuccino along the way as they debated in the lounge area. At this moment, whether they were elves, mercenaries, knights, or assassins, they all held but a single identity—gamers, and enthusiasts of "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 4."

"I can hardly wait to see what their alchemy looks like," Grand Mage Merlin remarked.

"I think the archery and sword-controlling inside are far more interesting. Don't you think so, sir?" Elven Captain Lancer stuffed a potato chip into his mouth, evidently in a fantastic mood.

"That kid Yun Tianhe is still the most interesting one," the assassin Haxin evaluated with excitement from behind, "And that sword immortal was just too cool. I want to know if we'll see him again later."

"I hope so!" Joseph, Ron, and a few other young ones also discussed with faces full of hope.

"..."

Gradually, the night grew deep.

Canglan City was as tranquil as ever, with the occasional chirp of insects drifting from the grass of the flowerbeds, and moonlight spilling onto the street before the shop, as if laying down a silver-white carpet over the pavement.

The remaining players now walked out of the shop in twos and threes, still yearning for more as they savored the rewards of the day.

...

Yet worldly affairs are ever-changing, and everyone has their own path beneath their feet; though they loathed to part, certain matters forced them to leave.

Within the temple of Grey Eagle City.

Deep into the night, the entire temple remained brightly lit.

"I think they are afraid!"

In the great hall, Luther's eyes gleamed with a wolf-like sneer as he listened to the report of the knight before him: "I believe the true nobles in Canglan City look down upon that ridiculous 'Assassin's Mystic Realm,' which is why they have recently switched to promoting their 'Eastern Continent Mystic Realm' instead."

"However... the 'Lava Workshop' is truly useless!" That knight commander snorted coldly, "I see that their so-called interception plan didn't have the slightest effect! That fellow is a man of status, not some bankrupt, destitute wretch. If we do not turn him into a bankrupt wretch, I expect things will be somewhat difficult for us, at least within the Morning Light Empire."

"No need to rush." Luther poured himself a glass of wine and said placidly, "Let this fellow live for a few more days first. Our urgent priority now is to deal with these assassins."

His expression gradually turned cold: "Did these lowly rats truly think we had no way of dealing with them? This time, I will let them know that the only reason we did not destroy them before was simply because such garbage was not worth a grand mobilization on our part!"

Just then, a commotion echoed from outside the hall, and several assassins were seen being dragged inside.

"These fellows are considered quite prominent among those vermin." Luther cast a glance at the knight commander, who promptly drew the greatsword from his back and smashed it violently down upon the palm of one of the assassins.

A sound of crushing bones instantly erupted from that slender, agile hand, accompanied by a piercing, heart-wrenching shriek.

"Very well! Time to wake up! You damned rats!" Luther spoke coldly, "Prepare the gallows. The news has already been leaked; on the execution grounds tomorrow, I refuse to believe they will just sit by and watch!"

"Yes!" The knight commander immediately ordered men to escort the assassins one by one onto the prison carriages, taking them away toward the execution grounds.