Thrasher salutes Dream Knight before he runs off for the yellow mist valley as the reporter enters Elegant Hammer's store front.
He was expecting this store to be empty today for his recording of Black Smith. However, when he enters, he recognizes the two names of the players and starts drooling uncontrollably.
"You two… why am I blessed with your presence?" The reporter says waving his camera man off, "I've been a fan of you two forever! Why… why did the other one run away?"
Dream Knight smiled before she looks around. "I didn't see anyone? Who are you talking about?"
Purple Monarch nodded his head. "Yup, we're blind! If we saw someone we would've told him… right, honey…"
Elegant Hammer, on the other hand, puts on a fawning smile and waved her hand. "Heh… this is just my husband. He's just very protective of Thrasher!"
The journalist dropped the digital microphone on the ground before it disappears. "You mean… I just saw the legendary Thrasher! Did my appearance scare him away?"
"Thrasher… is two words, weird and careful," Dream Knight said.
The man shakes his head writing that down. "Well, ugh hum, this humble journalist was here to take a look at this shop. However, I will do that after I make a phone call…"
Elegant Hammer gulps seeing the stare of Dream Knight and Purple Monarch beaming at her. She wanted to say, what did I do, but she instantly figured it out.
The journalist walked out of the tent before she looked at Purple Monarch who was staring towards Thrasher's direction.
"I'm sorry sweetie… I just didn't understand why Thrasher would run away?"
Dream Knight calmed herself and smiled. "If we could understand captain, we'd answer you. However, he probably has to protect his identity, right Monarch?"
Purple Monarch, who was looking towards the mountains, nodded his head. "Yup, he's able to pay us, so I'm guessing he's loaded. Guild head probably has a pretty recognizable face."
"Hmmm, so if he's rich. Yup, honey, we're going to move wherever he lives, and not complain!" Elegant Hammer smiled thinking about getting payed to play a game. The dream of her life is on her face, and Elegant Hammer tries to DM Thrasher.
"Ding! Host has shut off all communications… However, he is accepting mail…"
Elegant Hammer gracefully types up an email as Purple Monarch tries to calm his wife down.
"It's okay… we'll take the blame for it…"
She sighs finally realizing what she's just done.
"He's probably going to call every reporter in the game, and have them search this area for Thrasher, isn't he?"
Purple Monarch sighed and nodded his head. "Yup…"
….
Thrasher winds up roughly 100 miles away from where he started.
He ran through the Yellow Brook Forest, and into the Yellow Mist Valley.
'It's okay babies… daddy isn't going to find us,' Thrasher thinks looking at his two blades, 'Also, I really hope they didn't say that I was Thrasher.'
He tries to keep his wishful thinking activated as he walks into the valley. Outside of the valley, there is a few players teaming up against monsters.
"Tanks… switch positions! Analyze his moves, and don't forget the martial arts training!"
"Sir! Of course, doing it now!"
"Yes… like that… good! The first sage has taught you well! Now, navigate the Drow's long claws!"
Thrasher looks at them struggling with a Drow, and then sighs running into the valley.
He can tell the disadvantage of not having martial arts training is prevalent, and would soon find out why people are taking so long to level up.
Basically, it's because many are seeking training studious that teach martial arts.
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Thrasher seeing their technique sighs, and shakes his head before he runs away. If his teacher saw him moving like that, he'd probably be beaten with bamboo sticks for two hours.
He makes it all the way into the valley before he sees a monster he recognizes.
Cursed Drow
Level 35
HP 3000 / 3000
MP 6000 / 6000
Then, though, he notices a little girl who is sitting in the center of them tied up.
"Uhm… did they add a new quest?"