"Artisan-made" is certainly better than "standard". This refers to craftsmanship. "Commander" is undoubtedly better than "old soldier". This refers to the quality of the items.
Actually, this reasoning is quite logical. It is certainly more rational than seeing purple or orange light flashing in one's own hand, after all, the game is about realism and hardcore gameplay.
Having figured this out, Murphy sorted out his loot according to types.
He kept the best artisan pieces for himself and Maxim, the remaining standard weapons were stored to arm the novice players.
These adorable and capable novice players are his foundation. When their individual strength is relatively poor, the advantage of equipment becomes particularly significant, so it's urgent to arm them.
Also, there is the "closed beta test reward" that must be given to them after this round of testing.
Although players' actions are often funny, they are generally predictable. To get along well with them, besides maintain the playability of the game itself, brilliant loot is also a very important part of the gaming experience.
Sloppiness can't be accommodated in this aspect, and these rewards must meet several conditions:
Firstly, they must be rare enough.
This is because players don't like things that are commonplace.
Secondly, they should be iconic enough.
It's best to draw others' attention at a glance; standing out is essential.
Finally, they should have some commemorative significance!
For example, items with a yellow description, the collection value must be maxed out.
Such items are not easy to find, however, smart Murphy had already talked it over with Miss Phemys during the previous conversation.
It's like an unequal exchange.
Although he hasn't obtained them all yet, Murphy had secured a portion of them, ready to surprise the novice players when they log in.
"Murphy, come to me!"
Miss Phemys' call interrupted Murphy's thinking. He immediately put down the Blessed Sacred Blade in his hand and walked over to the lady who was hidden in the darkness behind him.
The latter maintained a "small in stature, yet fierce in tone" posture and without wasting time, said bluntly:
"A golden flower kingdom's convoy will pass through Transylvania in three days, specifically in the narrow Smugglers' Forest near the Polluted Swamp in the south."
Miss pulled out a fairly accurate military map of the Transylvania region, and marked a point in the southernmost region joining with the Dark Mountain Range. She said to the attentive Murphy:
"The secret orders from the Clan Leader explained the contents that General Loren, who is commanding this invasion, specifically purchased from the Half-body Man of Xialdu, and supplied for his Forsythia Expanding Army Corps' use. Special military supplies."
"Once the Forsythia Expanding Army Corps get these things, their teetering strength will be harder to suppress, so we need to seize these goods!"
"Of course, considering that your work as a messenger was very unsuccessful, not only did you expose yourself but also attracted the Witch Hunters to chase, the other side must be well-prepared for this event, so the combat objective has been changed to destroy it."
"We have to get to the Smugglers' Forest within three days and accomplish this difficult interception. I need all the available hunting power, so you and your Blood Servants are also counted in."
"Am I clear?"
"I understand."
Murphy nodded.
He looked at the military map handed to him, and the information in his mind was brought up again. He considered the keywords in Miss's words for a few seconds then asked:
"To my knowledge, the war between Golden Flower Kingdom and Poxia Federation has been ongoing for ten years, and both sides are tired as if they are stuck in the mud. Hence, I am very curious. What kind of military supplies can have an instant effect on an army that is trapped in the mud?"
"You ask too many questions, and I don't know."
Miss Phemys, with a cold face, waved her hand decisively which contradicted her physique and appearance:
"We don't need to know these things. Midnight hunters can act as long as there is a target! You need to bring your servants as a harassing force to delay the convoy's action. You have the ability to defeat two Witch Hunter squads."
"I don't need you to fight deeply!"
"Hold them back, attract them, distract them! Create an opportunity for me and my hunters to ambush; that's all."
"After doing this, you can take the commendation order back to Cardman City. Lady Cui Si will be proud of you, and the family will reward you."
"Look at you, small as a junior high school student. But when you speak like a slick fox, your eyes don't even blink for a second, you little wicked demon!"
Murphy complained harshly in his heart.
How would he, a veteran who has been tumbling in society for nearly ten years, be fooled by these words that coax children?
So, he directly retorted:
"So, in your operation plan, my Servants and I are just bait and cannon fodder, right?"
Miss didn't answer, just stared at him. Her crimson eyes were so calm it was scary.
Murphy snorted, shook his head, and said:
"Just like father and daughter, even coldness and ruthlessness are inherited. It seems you also understand very clearly that as a marginal person, I don't have the qualification to bargain with you.
Alright, I will accept this suicidal job.
But I need a little help."
"I have given you all my spare family ceremonial cloaks, and I promised to provide you with at least thirty sets of top-quality family gowns when you return to Cardman City! This was what we agreed upon."