Chapter 242 Crescent Moon Guild

Crescent Moon Guild?

Half of the guild leaders of the major guilds were bewildered by the name. The guilds they were familiar with all had club backgrounds, and only those were considered competitors. Crescent Moon Guild? Some had heard of it, but it was definitely not a guild with any backing. It was just a normal guild created by ordinary players that had developed reasonably well. How had such a guild managed to snatch Lord Grim away from under the noses of so many big-name guilds?

The guild leaders were no longer calm and began to inquire about what tricks this Crescent Moon Guild had used.

This was purely a matter of asking around. A guild like Crescent Moon Guild was obviously not of the caliber to have spies planted in it by the major guilds. They couldn't play the mole game. At this time, there was no inside information. They could only see if they knew anyone in the guild to inquire through.

As soon as they asked, they got results. After all, Crescent Moon Guild wasn't like them. When Hua Maple went to get the Crimson Moon set, he shouted in the guild channel, mobilizing the masses and instigating four Battle Mages to sacrifice one piece of Crimson Moon equipment each. The whole guild knew about it, and there was no need to hide it, so naturally, they told their friends as soon as they asked.

Soon, the price of four Crimson Moon sets reached the ears of all the major guild leaders, and they all spat blood.

Four pieces of Crimson Moon equipment!

What kind of fee was this? This price was practically free for guilds like them. Level 30 dungeons and up would drop blue equipment, mainly sets. A mere four pieces of Crimson Moon equipment? They could cough it up. Elite players in their big guilds could gather enough equipment to form several full teams.

Moreover, their guild system was perfect, and the guild would naturally compensate them if they needed Crimson Moon equipment. So, they could basically get four pieces with a few words, unlike Hua Maple, who had to beg and plead to get four sets of equipment.

In short, this was an easy condition for the major guilds. How did Crescent Moon Guild manage to get such a bargain? The guild leaders became more and more restless, and many of them began to tempt Lord Grim.

"Brother, how about a complete Crimson Moon set?"

"A complete Crimson Moon set, plus a level 30 purple weapon, the Silver Light Spear!"

"Two complete Crimson Moon sets! You can wear one and throw the other away!"

All sorts of conditions emerged, all of which were much better than just four pieces of Crimson Moon equipment. Ye Xiu didn't mind the trouble and patiently replied to each one. On the other hand, Blue River and Cold Night hadn't anxiously shouted out.

These two had dealt with Ye Xiu more than once and had gained some understanding of him. Four pieces of Crimson Moon equipment? This was not the price he had been asking for helping to clear dungeons.

Lord Grim's asking price had a characteristic: it made you feel a little pain, but it wouldn't make you feel it wasn't worth it. He was obviously a veteran player who knew the game extremely well and accurately assessed its value. Based on his style, if he wanted a professional set, four sets would be more like it! Four pieces? What does that mean? What's the scheme?

Blue River and Cold Night were both confused and speculated in their hearts.

Although the major guilds were acting quite uniformly at this time, they didn't know what the others were doing. Although they all had a habit of sending spies to each other, at this time, the new server had just been established, and the core members of the guilds were all old-timers brought over from the old server. The newly joined small accounts would not gain too much trust at this time, and the guild leaders all knew to guard against this.

However, there were still some veteran spies mixed in. These spies weren't the type who created a small account in the new server and joined the guild. They were spies in the old server and were sent to the new server after being selected to pioneer the new server. Such people were already guild elites when they came to the new server, and they were quite powerful when they mixed in.

At this time, if they wanted to find out the movements of the various guilds, they could only rely on these veteran spies, but there weren't many of them. Blue River only had one person he could contact, who was mixed in with the Samsara Guild.

Samsara Guild was the guild in the game of the Samsara Club. The Samsara team was a rising force in recent years, and their ace player, Zhou Zekai, was currently the most popular player in Glory. Many experts and fans were optimistic about the future of the Samsara team. Such a strong opponent would naturally receive special attention in both the league and the game.

"Samsara has offered four sets of equipment!!" The veteran spy sent a message to Blue River.

"Based on his past asking prices, this should be the limit," Blue River said.

"Yes. But this time, he refused..." The veteran replied.

"Why?" Blue River asked.

"He already agreed to the Crescent Moon Guild," the veteran said.

"Bullshit! He knew that we would ask him to clear dungeons when he reached level 30. How could he agree to the Crescent Moon Guild for four pieces of Crimson Moon equipment in advance?" Blue River said.

"Do you think he has ulterior motives?"

"Definitely," Blue River said.

"I heard that Misty Rain Pavilion and Hundred Blossom Valley are also offering around this price."

"How do you know?" The current asking price was obviously not easy to find out. Blue River only knew about the movements of the Samsara Guild through this veteran spy.

"Our guild leader asked..."

Blue River understood. Although the major guilds were competing, they also knew each other. When they couldn't win, they would sometimes turn enemies into friends and exchange information. For example, Car Front often did this with him, but the Tiny Herb team and the Blue Rain team were definitely mortal enemies, and their guilds in the game naturally disliked each other very much.

"Our guild leader is preparing to raise the price further," the veteran spy suddenly broadcasted new information.

"Oh? How much?"

"Five professional sets!"

Blue River was stunned and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Could it be for this? Deliberately lowering the price once was a way to lure the enemy in deep. It was a tactic of drawing back in order to advance. It aroused the major guilds to scramble for him, and then he further raised the price. Once the price went up, it wouldn't be easy to lower it unless he couldn't complete the task entrusted to him by the employer.

Now Samsara had taken this step first, and Misty Rain Pavilion and Hundred Blossom Valley, which had exchanged information with them, were probably similar. However, the guild leaders weren't spies from enemy guilds. The exchange of information was always a mix of truth and falsehood. Blue River couldn't accurately estimate the situation based on speculation alone. He only knew that five professional sets had already exceeded the price that Lord Grim had defined earlier.

This move was really wonderful! Blue River exclaimed. Now that he understood Lord Grim's intentions, Blue River felt that he could go and talk to Lord Grim. He was about to send a message when the veteran spy sent another message: "Damn, he refused again!"

"Refused again? What exactly does he want? What reason? What else does he want?" Blue River was also shocked. Five professional sets were already a great sacrifice. Was this guy really trying to drive all the major guilds crazy?

"He didn't ask for anything. He still said... he already agreed to the Crescent Moon Guild."

"How could this happen... What are you planning to do?" Blue River asked.

"I don't know... The guild leader is cursing!"

Lonely Drink, the guild leader of Samsara Guild in the tenth server, was certainly not calm at this time. He thought that four professional sets was a reasonable price that both sides should accept. But Lord Grim refused so quickly. The message was sent back one second after it was sent. Lonely Drink almost suspected that this guy had set up an automatic reply. Otherwise, how could he be so fast?

After testing it a few times, it seemed that it wasn't an automatic reply. This guy really didn't consider the price at all.

Lonely Drink wasn't stupid, and he was in the middle of the situation. After the price was directly rejected, he further thought that Lord Grim was going to take the opportunity to extort a large sum of money. This guy had seen that all the guilds were holding their breath and scrambling for him at this time.

Lonely Drink remained calm for the time being and contacted several other major guild leaders.

These guys were all indignant and cursing Lord Grim for refusing to drink a toast, as if they had met their father's killer. Of course, Lonely Drink wouldn't be deceived by this appearance. These guys looked like they hated Lord Grim, but they were just trying to paralyze others and make them think that they wouldn't bid again. Lonely Drink believed that these guild leaders were like him, and they had all decided to raise the price and try again. That was why they wanted to paralyze their competitors and pretend to be like this.

"Hmph, I'm not playing anymore!!" Lonely Drink finally threw out a sentence, also to paralyze others. Then, he turned around and offered a price: five professional sets directly.

This increase was quite large. Lonely Drink saw that the guild leaders hadn't given up, so he decided to be bold. He felt that even if his offer couldn't make Lord Grim like him at first sight, it would at least be enough for the other party to feel his sincerity and seriously discuss it, right?

Who knew that this time, the reply of rejection came in less than a second as well. This time, Lonely Drink wasn't pretending to be calm, but he was really not calm. He rejected such a price without even thinking about it. What did this guy want? Did he want them to give him the guild directly?

Lonely Drink was unhappy, extremely unhappy. Being rejected several times made him lose his mind. At this time, his mentality was no longer about snatching Lord Grim to serve the guild. He wanted to compete with Lord Grim and see how deep this guy's heart was.

So, Lonely Drink sent another message: "Eight professional sets, how about it? You should be satisfied this time!!"

Lonely Drink didn't discuss this price with anyone. It was sent out almost in a fit of pique. You little brat, aren't you greedy? Okay, I'll just smash you with an unbelievable high price, make you dumbfounded, and leave you speechless.

At this time, Lonely Drink was pursuing this kind of victory!

As a result, in less than a second, the message was flashing, just as firm, just as unthinking. Lonely Drink almost didn't dare to click it. He had a bad feeling in his heart, but he still had to look at it in the end.

"I promised the Crescent Moon Guild!"

"Damn it!!!" It was still this sentence. This sentence was used every time he was rejected. Lonely Drink now understood that this person didn't set up an automatic reply. This person used Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V, right!

"You, you, you!! What exactly do you want!!" Lonely Drink felt like he could hear his heart roaring.

"I'm going to clear dungeons. Talk to you later." The reply came in less than a second.