I save the world by summoning players to science

That night, Darcy, who was condemned by his conscience, was lying on the only bed in the hotel. Those humans who slept soundly even on the cold floor stung his eyes deeply, forcing him to keep them open Tossed and turned for a long time without falling asleep.

In fact, before this, he also thought about lying on the floor and sleeping with them, but these kind and enthusiastic humans firmly refused to agree.If he wasn't penniless, he would even have booked a room for these people in a hotel at his own expense.

——How can there be such a kind person in the world.

Thinking of the completely different friendly attitude of those people towards him from the slave trader who captured him, Darcy couldn't help but praise the character of these people in his heart. For the first time, with so many human beings around, I fell asleep in a daze in the second half of the night.

Until bedtime, he was still thinking about how to repay them in the future.

...Although he does not have gold coins circulating in the human world, and although these kind people do not ask for anything in return, when he returns to the Silent Forest, he is willing to take out all his things and give them to these kind humans.

He silently made a decision in his heart, not knowing that if these "kind" human beings didn't get the ideal task reward, they might be able to bring him back and sell him back to the slave trader in the end.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Darcy, who was lying on the bed, moved his ears and heard noises in the house. He saw that many players who had slept for most of the day finally opened their eyes soberly.

"Are you awake?" The player who spoke was trying to drag up his teammate on the ground who was not online yet, "Just wake up, pack up your things and go out with us, I heard from the hotel proprietress yesterday that if you don't return in the morning The room will cost more money, we'd better get out of here as soon as possible."

The elf, who was still dazed at first, woke up instantly when he heard the word "money", went out with the players, and then experienced the daily life of the players after they went online.

When there were not many people on the street, they went to Mrs. Fanny's bakery, which was specially funded by the mayor, and each received a free piece of bread.

Seeing those humans who helped him eat the most common free relief bread with relish, and thinking about the two hundred gold coins saved by those people, all of them were used to redeem him, and the elf Darcy almost even bought the bread. I couldn't eat it anymore, I was full of guilt.

This also made him a lot slower to follow, and he didn't react until those players called him several times.

"Darcy, Darcy," Daydream yelled several times before seeing the other party slowly turning his head to look at him. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party seemed to have a good appetite, he would have almost doubted his task object for a while Did he get sick overnight, "We heard yesterday that your home is in the Forest of Silence, but since we really don't know where the Forest of Silence is, I wanted to ask if you still remember the way home?"

"Don't worry, since we promised you to take you home yesterday, we will escort you all the way back."

"I still remember how to go back." Darcy glanced at the players in front of him gratefully. "This place is not too far from the Forest of Elves. Fortunately, I met you early."

The players were not too happy after hearing the phrase "not too far" before they heard the second half of the elf's words: "As long as I leave the city gate and walk for about half a month, I will almost be able to get home."

Hearing that it would take ten days and half a month, the players who thought they were in a good mood immediately changed their expressions.

"Damn, come again, is the production team finished?!"

"Such a tense and exciting online game must be designed as this kind of map running game, the production team is convulsed. But if he plays a few more games, he will understand that we players don't like running maps and love to press skip. Running any map, I just want him to give me a 'skip' button."

"I'm going to tell the GM well today what is player anger."

"By the way, do you think this will be the same as Nadkiron last time? As we walked, the production team laid out the map?!"

"I think this mission is different from the caravan mission that was attracted by the electric light last time. This time, the slave merchant brought the elves here on his own initiative. It was only opened to us. Since the production team thinks it works, it means that he has drawn the map of the Silent Forest early. The task is synchronized with the time in the city, so the task running map time for this half month is created."

"Damn it, is there something wrong with the game producer?! If you change the game, I'll ditch it on the spot."

"What else can we do? We haven't forgiven him like our father did."

"Don't tell me, when I was playing games during the day a few days ago, I encountered a virtual VR game that was popular with "Killing God" and tried to learn some sand sculpture game experience from it. The md made me run for three I repeated the map for hours, and I was so angry that I directly refunded and returned the product. As expected, a group of people scolded him on the forum. Today I remembered that I went online and took a look, and the game finally returned to the normal online game mode. When will the attitude of "Killing God" be so correct? Enough."

"Xuan, I think this is really hanging, unless he will be scolded by the whole network for the public beta one day. Now the game is praised everywhere on the Internet, and it is impossible to buy it from scalpers with a high account price. I am afraid that the production team still thinks that they The genius design is being blown away by a group of people."

The players gathered around and cursed, scaring Darcy who couldn't understand what they were talking about.

Darcy said tremblingly: "If it really doesn't work, I can actually go back by myself."

Although surrounded by the players, he felt a long-lost sense of security, and could even walk on the street in an open and aboveboard manner, but if they were really unwilling, he would not force the kindness that has already paid so much for him. Humanity.

"I will remember your kindness, and I will definitely find a way to repay you in the future."

"No, no, no, it's not impossible. We just feel that it's a bit far away, and we're worried that you're not used to being away from home for too long, so we tried to find a way to send you home earlier." Hearing what the NPC said, the player hurriedly made up a reason .

...Let the NPC go and let him go back by himself?How can this be? !

The elves left this dangerous human society and returned home, who would think of going out to find someone again, perhaps because they want to prostitute them for nothing!

Besides, even if this NPC really came to them with the quest reward, he might be caught by some slave merchant on the way, and in a blink of an eye he would help the production team prostitute them with two hundred gold coins for nothing.

Tsk, it really is a dog or a planning dog.

"That's right," Darcy was so moved, "I really don't know how to thank you."

The players looked at the NPC who changed his face very quickly and wanted to prostitute them for nothing just now, and reluctantly smiled and had a few polite words with him.

After getting together and complaining about the game plan, they finally started to discuss and find a solution.

"Why don't we find a way to send him back by plane. Although the plane's speed is a bit problematic, it can walk in a straight line anyway. It's faster than our two legs circling around on the ground."

"Come on, what if the plane crashes? It's a trivial matter. If the NPC is accidentally dropped to death, the two hundred gold coins will be blown away."

"Why don't you look at the motorcycle? Anyway, the engine is already there, and the motorcycle is just a matter of adding a belt and two wheels."

"I think it's ok. The vehicles on the ground are also safe. If something happens and someone is thrown out, we can protect him in time and use it as a meat shield in front of him. And maybe we can sell it to NPC later. Make money with scientific motorcycles, and be a motorcycle king in a different world."

"That's a good idea. I have a buddy who plays modified motorcycles. I'll consult him later."

After talking, they also had a plan in their minds. After explaining the situation to NPC Darcy and saying that they would have to wait a few more days before they could start, the player who had gained the trust of the NPC looked at the other party and nodded in agreement, and immediately happily sent the other party away. Back at the hotel, he scraped together the money and opened another room.

After leaving people optimistic about the NPC to prevent the other party from leaving early, they discussed a rough division of labor, turned around and went out to prepare for the completion of future tasks.

……

On the other side of Corunna, in the farmland outside the city near the imperial capital, Corunna townsman Barton, who had carried farm tools to the field early, couldn't help sighing as he looked at the dry and thin wheat seedlings growing in his field. tone.

As a farmer whose ancestors lived on the land, Barton is also very skilled in field work, and his farming experience has become particularly profound with the continuous enrichment of his ancestors.

Looking at this barren field after years of cultivation, the experienced Patton naturally knew that the best way to deal with it at this time was to cut off the crops that grew from the land and bury them back in the ground, so that The crops bred and grown by the nutrients in the field return to the soil again to feed back and make it more fertile.

Before that, he had calculated the year early, and planned to stop harvesting in these two years, so that the land could rest for a while.It's just that the sudden birth of a baby in their family in the past two years made his plan go bankrupt, and in order to feed the sudden birth, the field had to continue to produce.

Until now, looking at the hardened land, he knew that this field could not last.

"What's wrong with you? Did something happen all of a sudden?" A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Barton turned his head to look over, and found the girl standing not far away carrying farm tools and preparing to cultivate.

——It was a refugee who lived near his home and was picked up from the side of the road by Millie, who was widowed because her husband died in the war.I heard that the other party had a strange disease at a young age, and he often fell into a coma on weekdays, and he didn't wake up for a long time, so he looked very pitiful.

Of course, if he was a player, Barton would also be able to see the green ID of "Who ate my homework" on the opponent's head at this time.

... If he has seen the ridicule of various university majors on the modern Internet, he can even guess from such an ID that the person in front of him is a student majoring in agriculture.

In the previous second test, whoever heard about this game from my classmates ate my homework, with the idea of ​​giving it a try, downloaded the game and tried to grab the second test account.

And her luck was obviously also very good, successfully logged into the game under the premise that none of Amway's friends had grabbed the account.

In the beginning, whoever ate my homework was the same as other ordinary players, just regarded this as an exciting and interesting virtual VR game, looking for tasks to do everywhere.It wasn't until one time when she was lying in a corner and offline that the NPC Millie in the game mistakenly thought she was sick and passed out and took her home. After opening her eyes and seeing the other party's concerned eyes, she was moved by the NPC's words, so she followed the trend Stay at the NPC's house to help farm the land.

... I have to say that the NPCs in the game seem really smart. It is the first time that someone who has played many games before was moved by an ordinary NPC in the game.

Anyway, after Millie's husband died, Millie, who couldn't take care of her, rented out most of the fields, leaving only a small piece of land.Whoever ate my homework would only take ten minutes to take care of me every time. In addition, their profession also requires that they need to cultivate the land for practice. If they can’t grow it, they will not be awarded graduation. The pay is just right too.

Not to mention, she has practiced a lot in the game. A few days ago, she went to the ground with her, and she was named and praised by the teacher because of her proficient movements.

Button naturally didn't want to lose face in front of a little girl, so he insisted and said, "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

Whoever ate my homework looked at the face of the other party. Due to the real picture of the game, she didn't think that the expression on the other party's face that hadn't disappeared could be said to be okay.

Whoever ate my homework looked at the wheat seedlings on the field. Although she didn't have much practical experience, she could still tell that the crops looked very ordinary.

"Is it because of those crops that are not in good condition?" Whoever ate my homework rubbed his chin and asked, "Why don't you try fertilizing?"

"Fertilization? What's that?" It was the first time Barton heard such a statement. The anger that was raised by the young girl faded away for a while, and he asked curiously.

"Yes, fertilize." Whoever ate my homework can naturally see the doubts on the other party's face, combined with the natural fertilizer that may only exist in this game background, she tried to explain to the opposite NPC, "Do you still remember the science? Renner arranged for everyone to use the first place to dispose of daily excrement and urine, but now there are some good things left there. After the biogas slurry is mixed with water, it is a natural fertilizer, which can be used directly to make the soil healthier. Fertile."

...Although letting them ferment naturally may be a bit slow, if the fermentation time is long enough, it is not impossible to turn biogas into biogas and use it as fertilizer after fermentation.

Unlike people in ancient China who knew that feces can be used as fertilizer after retting, the background of this game is closer to the real western medieval period. For natural fertilizers such as feces, the NPCs here have no habit of using them.

However, apart from magic, the setting of the game is still slightly different from that of the Western Middle Ages.

In the Middle Ages in the West, people at that time often treated feces by directly spilling them on the streets.Sometimes someone walks on the street and encounters excrement spilled from the window, and often encounters the dilemma of imminent shit.And such poor sanitation conditions also made infectious diseases rampant at that time, causing countless deaths and injuries.

But in the game, the people of Corunna are often arranged to dispose of feces at a designated place outside the city.This is not for subsequent use as fertilizer, but because the gods will not visit and favor a town full of shit and smell, these people who believe in gods have to learn to deal with their own excrement.

——This can be regarded as the only advantage brought by the game background of "belief in gods".

Barton's eyes widened, and he said in astonishment: "What?! That's all feces! Are you crazy! How can such filthy excrement be used on the field?!"

...Of course, because God will not come to a place full of excrement, excrement is roughly equivalent to a symbol of uncleanness in the hearts of all the people of the empire.

Now whoever ate my homework and suddenly said that using that shit to promote crop growth is a joke to these townspeople.

"Of course it can be put into the field. Don't underestimate those excrement. After fermentation, they are real natural fertilizers." Whoever ate my homework tried to persuade them with words they could get used to: "As Gifts of the gods, they can be used to make the land more fertile."

Hearing that the other party associated gods with feces, Barton was obviously very angry: "Nonsense, don't tarnish the reputation of God! As a believer of the God of Earth for many years, I have never heard such a statement."

"Yes, then you can look at it whatever you want." Seeing is not an important task, whoever ate my homework shrugged and left with the farm tools on his shoulders.After all, she has to go to the task after planting the land, and the game time is still a little tight, and she is really busy.

Barton was the only one left standing still angry, thinking that whoever ate my homework was not too old, and just knowing a little bit of trivial things would make him bloated.

He babbled a few more words, and bent down to work with the farm tools.

……

After a morning's work, Barton probably finished his work.

He carried the farm tools home and inevitably passed by Millie's backyard.

In the fenced back yard, cleared fields are filled with crops.The planting forms of some crops look a bit like modern balcony vegetable gardens, and in Barton's eyes, there is a bit more art in the field.

Millie was picking melons and fruits in the backyard to make lunch at this time. Barton's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he praised a few words along the way: "Mrs. Millie, you grow these vegetables really well."

Upon hearing this, Millie talked about who ate my homework with a somewhat proud tone: "I didn't plant this, this is the vegetable garden I took time out before the homework. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

...Because the ID of who ate my homework seemed a bit long, and it was not convenient to be called by NPCs, so she simply told Millie that she was called homework.

"What?" Hearing this strange and weird name, Barton almost couldn't react for a while, "It's the little girl you picked up before?! How could she be?!"

Millie got a little angry: "How is it impossible? It's only natural for a serious, intelligent, hardworking and lovely girl like Zuojia to produce such a beautiful vegetable field."

Barton looked at the exceptionally healthy and tall crops, and murmured, "Is that so..."

She really planted it?Can such a young girl really grow such neat vegetables?

Looking at those flower pots filled with wooden frames but only occupying a small piece of land, it was a whimsical idea that even he had never thought of.

—Won't those bad excrement really work...

Barton thought about his hardened field, gritted his teeth and finally made a decision in his heart.

...Anyway, as far as those thin crops in the farmland are concerned, the situation can't be much worse, isn't it?

……

Simpson's farmland is near Barton's farmland. In the past few days, he has watched Barton's field become more and more fertile.In the beginning, he had a bad relationship with Barton, and he often gloated in front of the other party, but seeing that the wheat seedlings grew more and more gratifyingly, he couldn't say the words of ridicule.

This kind of anomaly quickly caught his attention. After secretly observing the farmland many times, he discovered that the other party had splashed some mysterious and precious potion on the field, which finally resulted in such a result.

As a farmer, Simpson was naturally very excited about such a magical potion.But the relationship between him and Barton is not good, presumably even if he asks, he won't get any results.

After trying to describe it with all the alchemy workshops in Corunna and asking for the name of the potion, Simpson, who still couldn't get an answer, looked at the increasingly fertile farmland, and couldn't help but move his mind.

So, one day, when Barton took the potion out of the door and turned back to the house to get the farm tools, he saw the opportunity and stepped forward, and when Barton entered the house, he took the opportunity to take away the full bucket of potion.

Barton, who was walking out with farm tools, did not expect that even excrement and urine would be stolen these days.He looked at the empty doorway, because he was too surprised, and what came out before anger was only deep confusion.

Barton couldn't help being stunned: ...

Until he thought about his farmland that urgently needed to be irrigated with biogas slurry, and searched around the house for a long time, anger flooded his heart belatedly.

Barton was so angry that he threw the agricultural tools in his hands to the ground, and his angry voice was mixed with surprise: "Damn it, who is it?! Who stole my shit?!"

Some players passing by didn't hear what Barton said at first, but when they heard the NPC's vague cursing, they thought it was a mission delivered to the door, until he walked in and listened carefully, only to find out that the NPC had lost shit .

Players who think there is a good task to do: ...

Generally speaking, after completing such a task of "recovering lost items", the NPC will usually give you a favorability point as a reward. Sometimes, depending on your attitude, they will even give you some other substantive rewards.For example, when he helped an NPC retrieve a large cart of apples that was lost, he received a few apples as a thank you gift.

But now help the NPC in front of him find the lost property, the other party won't just give him something...

Thinking of this, the player couldn't help shivering, and walked away silently.