A different world game? A different world game!

Facing the doubts of the chiefs.

The white-haired birdman explained, "Because the Night's Watch is evacuating, the various Night's Watch teams originally distributed across the continent are taking ships to the Lebian continent. This time is different from the last time. Almost all of them have left, leaving only the most basic staff to maintain the operation of their taverns."

The so-called last time was when the Trial Tower was built. During that time, the Night's Watch transferred a large number of personnel to the Leviathan continent. However, the remaining personnel were sufficient to maintain basic operations at each Night's Watch node.

"Why? Didn't the Four Gods' troops already leave there?" Everyone knew this information.

Faced with this question, the birdman just shook his head helplessly. "I don't know, but I guess more likely it's that the Night's Watch wants to solve the Skaven disaster once and for all. However, according to intelligence from the front line, the Night's Watch is currently in a stable standoff."

He thought for a moment and added, "I've consulted the Sword Saint, and he concluded that if you want to eliminate the rat population, you must confront the Evil Rat head-on—it's an evil god on the verge of becoming a god. Perhaps the Night's Watch wants to eliminate the Evil Rat before it ascends to godhood."

"Shouldn't we send more reinforcements? If the evil rat becomes a god, it won't be a good thing for us."

"We have already sent in additional reinforcements, but if we need to transfer more troops, we may need the assistance of the chiefs."

It turned out that he was waiting for them here.

……

In a certain city.

The Night Watch Tavern is located in the city.

After several years of development, the pub has expanded considerably. It now has two floors and occupies a considerable area on the corner of the city. It has basically become a gathering place for the city's residents to relax.

Cheap and delicious beer, as well as security, were enough to make most ordinary residents choose it. After all, many taverns were always filled with noise and conflict, but no one dared to do that in the Night Watch's tavern.

"Why are you the only one here today, Uncle Viru?" A young man leaned on the bar and asked the uncle inside.

The night watchman known as Viru looked at the young man and continued to wipe the wine glass. "From now on, you will only see me for a long time. Everyone else has left for something."

"Ah! Then who will teach me swordsmanship?" the young man asked anxiously.

Velu put down his wine glass, placed his hand on the boy's head, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What? You think my skills are not good enough to teach you? You annoying brat! If you want to learn swordsmanship, you have to help with the work!"

"No problem, I'll help you clean up." The boy said as he was about to climb into the bar.

Viru slapped him on the head, took out some papers from below and placed them on the table: "No need, just post these things on the notice board over there."

"Notice board?" The boy looked over. The place that was originally used to post warnings had now been cleared out and widened and enlarged, basically becoming the most conspicuous place in the tavern.

He looked at the paper in his hand:
[East of Qiweir Village, in the woods near Sleeping Creek, a large group of goblins has been sighted. Everyone, please be alert...]

[Direct trade route, there have been many caravans being robbed recently, I would like to ask for advice on passing it...]

These papers are full of this information.

The boy was confused, but he posted them on the notice board anyway.

Soon, the guests who were originally drinking and eating around gathered together. "Oh, I know about this. It seems that the child of the Bol family was kidnapped by these goblins a few days ago."

"What? I know that child. God, please keep him safe."

The notice boards contain information about the recent city surroundings, basically warning of unsafe places and areas that require attention.

Viru looked at the boy who had returned and said, "Kid, do you want to work in the tavern?"

"Really? Can I?!" the boy asked in surprise.

Everyone around knew that this was the Night Watch's tavern, and they also knew clearly what the Night Watch did. Although they didn't understand the Night Watch's operating mechanism, if they were allowed or recruited to work in the tavern, it meant that they had entered the mechanism of being scrutinized by the Night Watch.

After that, you may be able to become a reserve Night's Watchman, go to the Eastern Wilds for training, and eventually become a real Night's Watchman.

"Don't think too much. It's just because we are short of manpower right now." Uncle Viru said.

After saying that, he sighed dejectedly and scratched his hair.

"Converting the tavern into an adventurer's guild...it's really difficult. How should we do it?"

Before becoming a Night Watchman, he was just an ordinary soldier with limited knowledge. If you ask him how to fight or how to track down a cult, he can explain it clearly; but if you ask him how to manage a tavern or establish a guild, he really can't explain it clearly.

Even though the information in the channel has provided detailed procedures, these are only the most basic procedures and need to be adjusted according to the differences in each region.

Fortunately, the orders on the channel were not urgent, and they had plenty of time to prepare, which made Viru breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, a carriage stopped at the door of the tavern.

A young man in a scholar's robe walked down from above.

This inevitably drew curious glances from those around him. After all, such people were rarely seen in their city. Previously, the only ones they had seen were mages from the Night's Watch. But they hadn't seen any in quite some time.

The young man walked in, took a quick look, and saw Viru. He walked straight over, took out a certificate from his arms and handed it to him.

Viru took the certificate with confusion, then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You're finally here. Come on, let's go upstairs and talk."

This young man was not a night watchman, but the name he gave was clearly stamped with the night watchman's seal, which represented his identity information.

These were the clerks dispatched to every Night's Watch tavern in the Eastern Wilds. Most of them were Night's Watch aspirants, not yet blessed. However, they had already studied for a long time in Eastern Wilds or at Night's Watch-affiliated educational institutions. Compared to the many Night's Watch who knew only combat, they were more suited to handling missions established by the Adventurer's Guild.

Since the number of Night Watch vacancies has reached a bottleneck at this stage, these candidates have naturally taken on important tasks and gone to various taverns to serve.

When these taverns truly begin to function as adventurer's associations, they will become the first group of newly born Night's Watchmen to receive the gift. (End of this chapter)