If only one person knew about an incident, it would be called a secret. If two people knew, it would be public news.
Very soon, the screenshot of Desert- Lone Eagle's death log was spread throughout the player forum.
"What kind of player is this? It's only the first day, and he already has such high damage?"
"Stars? Isn't that the person who opened the treasure chest?"
"The dagger in Stars's hand is probably a gold equipment from the treasure chest. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such high damage!"
The forum was once again in an uproar. This time, the topic of discussion was the same name: Stars.
Seuss ignored the discussion on the forum.
He picked up the wrist guard dropped by the mage, Linen Wrist Guard: Defense+3.
It was another piece of equipment without a tier. However, it was still better than beginner equipment. It would be worth some money if he threw it at the auction house.
And as expected, Daydreamer did not send him a message this time. He was a person who knew his place and would definitely not ask for information at this time.
He checked his experience point which was at 98% and knew that he could level up after killing a few more monsters.
"Boss, should we drop the dagger in the thief's hand? That's a gold-tier equipment," Lone Eagle said in the party chat.
"Lone Eagle, let's forget about it for now. This is a crucial time. Be careful when you meet that thief in the future." Desert-Gray Wolf hesitated.
Now was the time when the game had just started. The most important goal was to start the exploration of new lands. If he was to chase after others now, it would delay many plans.
It would be fine if he could get the golden dagger from the death drop, but he was afraid that if he did not, and become a Red Name for nothing. If he could not enter the city, he would be in big trouble.
Seuss counted his gains from killing the raging bulls. There was a chunk of premium beef, a pair of bull horns, a mage's Pyroblast skill book, and two bone chimes.
Raging Bull's meat was an ingredient. If one learned the cooking sub-class, they could use the beef for dishes which could increase their attributes. Bull horns were crafting ingredients, while the wind chimes were souvenirs dropped by the raging bulls.
No one had been able to learn the Pyroblast skill book so far. This was a skill that could only be learned after a class advancement. Seuss temporarily put it away and planned to sell it at the auction house after entering the city.
Thinking of the battle just now, Seuss recalled his performance. Even if he had just won the battle, if Seuss were to evaluate himself, he would only give himself a score of six points.
To be able to win this battle, his level was the main reason. That mage's controls were much better than his.
Most importantly, the terrain at that time was too disadvantageous for him. There was only a small path in the forest of rocks. Even if he entered Stealth, the mage only needed an arcane missile to smash him out of Stealth.
If they were in a more spacious place, there was no need for Seuss to withstand any other attacks except the first fireball.
After packing up everything, Seuss found a dark place to meditate and eat to recover the health he had lost.
The price of potions was very high. In a non-combat state, it was better to save as much as possible.
After leaving the rock forest, Seuss had almost used up all his arrows. He could no longer use the terrain to kill bulls to level up.
Walking out of the plains, Seuss came to a lake.
This was a gathering place for murlocs and water spiders. The murlocs were quite easy to deal with, mainly because they had no brains and would jump out of the water if they were slightly baited.
When they reached the shore, the abilities of the murlocs would decline while their movement speed would decrease drastically.
However, Seuss wasn't here for the murlocs. These murlocs were only level three monsters, and the experience they could give was very little.
The water spiders were what Seuss had come for. He had seen a level-nine water spider yesterday. The water spider's health and attack were not high, but it was very agile and could glide on the water.
Walking around the lake, Seuss saw an old man fishing by the lake. When he came here yesterday, it was already nighttime so he didn't see this old man at all.
"Old man, how can I help you?" Seuss had already said this many times to proc quests.
"Every year at this time, the Hilton Fortress would welcome a batch of monsters from the distant underground. The warriors guarding the fort had sacrificed countless blood and lives to protect this land that is full of vitality. The wounded always spend every day and night in pain," the old man ignored Seuss and muttered to himself.
However, after hearing these words, Seuss understood that this was a quest that was about to be triggered. Moreover, Seuss had a strange feeling that the more he said before the quest was triggered, the harder it would be to complete the quest.
The old man started to speak again. "Yesterday or tomorrow, tomorrow or yesterday, young adventurer, do you think it's better if I go fishing on the shore or on the island in the middle of the lake?"
The old man turned around and looked at Seuss.
Although these words were a little draggy, Seuss had been listening attentively because your answer would really affect the quest.
There had been a quest the day before to help the mayor of Rock Town find a lost child. Sirius had only slightly changed her answer before receiving a completely different quest.
The task Seuss had received was to help find the missing child while Sirius's task was to save the child taken by the beast.
The original quest reward was a 16-slots backpack, but the quest reward for Sirius was a 22-slots backpack.
Thus, Seuss carefully thought about the old man's words.
He looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him. His skin was like withered old bark, covered with wrinkles. He wore an unremarkable gray cloak, and his fishing pole extended into the water.
The Hilton Fortress has been invaded, and the wounded are living in pain? Then this old man should be a doctor and a doctor from the Hilton Fort. Seuss analyzed in his heart.
Recalling the earlier question, Seuss muttered to himself, "Fishing on the shore or on the island in the middle of the lake?"
If this doctor came out to pick herbs because there are no herbs in the city, then he shouldn't be fishing here. Therefore, he lacks other medical materials and it has something to do with things in the water.
Thinking of this, Seuss said, "Whether it's on the shore or on the island in the middle of the lake, as long as we can catch fish, there won't be any difference."
Hearing Seuss's answer, the old NPC's eyes flashed.
Seuss saw the look in the old man's eyes and was even more convinced that he was no ordinary fisherman.
"Time passes, time is ruthless. No matter who it is, in the end, they are nothing more than a pile of dust. Even if those warriors protect this great world, they still can't escape from illness and death. What is the point?" The elder shook his head and sighed.
"The meaning of life lies in never stopping. Those things will not be forgone by the people just because they are meaningless. For those who still live in this world, for the better tomorrow, all these things are meaningful," Seuss said with some emotion.
Hearing Seuss's words, the old man's turbid eyes became completely clear.