Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Zhou Ning led Richie Burke into the room. Richie Burke followed behind, remembering a similar scene in a novel he had read before called "Granford Mountain". He suddenly felt creepy, "Is this guy trying to defile me?"

As a part-time historian, he excelled at association and divergent thinking. Although the other man was indeed handsome, the people of the North were always steadfast and unyielding—except for Joaquin in overalls.

He stopped hesitantly, moving his lips: "Wait, I want to know first, what do you want me to help you with?" Thinking about it carefully, it’s okay to be patient.

"Great." Zhou Ning walked to the desk and tossed him an invitation letter from the Star Guild and a document he had sorted out. "Sign this first. I'll go wash up and get ready."

Richie Burke caught it steadily with one hand, and after seeing the contents clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and signed it without hesitation with the quill pen.

He had anticipated this. After all, he had already agreed to work for Wayne Stewell for three years. Moreover, he was very curious about the Chosen Ones in the guild, and that information was what he needed to do in the guild.

Rich Burke picked up the document and browsed it, his eyes flashing.

This bastard had a lot of demands. He had to recruit his own men to join the guild, assign someone to take over the management of his alchemy shop, be responsible for restocking and selling alchemical products; spend money to buy out a nearby store and convert it into a temporary guild base; he also had to be responsible for organizing and supervising the group of chosen ones to complete the adventurer's mission.

This is actually okay, at least I'm not sending myself to death.

Richie Burke joins the Star Guild.

[Rich Burke: Level 61, Occupation: Thief/Historian.]

At the same time, some players had already noticed that a new NPC had arrived in the guild. There was a lot of discussion about it, and related posts appeared one after another in the forum.

"Oh shit, this is Richie Burke, the funny guy who follows Wayne in the series!"

"Rich Burke is quite capable, too. The guild has more and more functions now. I personally suspect he'll be a new skill instructor!"

"It's possible, but would anyone really turn into a thief? I personally doubt it."

Everyone was curious about this new NPC, and they were wondering whether he could issue tasks, teach skills, etc.

After Zhou Ning finished washing up, he gave Rich Burke the authority to recruit people. He changed into a white windbreaker and walked over, saying, "Have you finished reading the information? I'll take you there at noon today. I have something else for you to do. Don't worry, it won't be too difficult for you."

Signaling Rich Burke to move aside, Zhou Ning stretched out his palm towards the floor, and suddenly three giant mithril puppets over six meters tall appeared on the floor.

Rich Burke's breathing suddenly became rapid. He squatted down and checked over and over again. His voice trembled as he said, "Is this all made of... mithril?"

"That's right, they are all made of mithril. Are you sure you can get rid of them? No matter how much you can sell them for, I can give you 10% of the profit." Zhou Ning didn't care about Richie Burke's loss of composure and smiled.

If I were to deal with these things myself, it would probably be incredibly troublesome, and I wouldn't even be able to sell them for a good price. It's like sending an Electric-type Pokémon to fight a Flying-type. It's better to let the professionals do their job. The profit doesn't matter. With a compass that can't point north, I'm not afraid of them running away.

After all, what he feared least was dealing with pirates.

"Yes! I'm sure I can! But it will probably take more than two months to process all of this, because Darkland definitely can't handle so much mithril, which could easily cause the price to crash. I have to ship it to Sifarik, Luins, and the wizard kingdom of Mutis in the northwest to have a chance to sell it at a high price." Richie Burke said hurriedly, perhaps worried that Zhou Ning would go back on his word. "I can swear to the God of the Ocean that I will do my best to complete this transaction and will not do anything to cheat."

Zhou Ning blinked, lost in thought, and suddenly felt the power of the contract descend. This was the unscientific nature of the Apocalypse world. If one swore an oath in the name of the gods, breaking it would lead to madness and loss of control at best, and even death at worst.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Zhou Ning smiled and said, "Can you take these mithril puppets with you?"

"Of course, my 'Infinity' ring can not only release beams that destroy enemy defenses, but can also carry cargo that is almost the size of a church square." Rich Burke said, deliberately exposing his trump card to the other party to express his trust and obedience to him.

After saying that, he stretched out his trembling hands and put away these giant mithril puppets, and his attitude became more respectful.

For the Northern Pirates, anyone who can help them make money is a brother, and anyone who can help them make a lot of money is a reborn parent...

I didn't expect that Richie Burke had so many hidden cards. I was already envious of his flintlock rifle, and I didn't expect he also had such a top-grade ring, worth at least several thousand to tens of thousands of Vectra... Zhou Ning confirmed that he had brought all the extraordinary materials and asked:

"What's the name of the craftsman we're looking for? Where does he live?"

"His name is Ignatius Woods. As you can see from the name, he is from Byron and lives in Sweetwater Lane near the Canal District." Rich Burke responded immediately.

Sweet Water Lane in the Grand Canal District? It was less than 15 minutes away from his shop. It was strange that he had never heard of this name in his previous life. Zhou Ning nodded and said, "Then let's go there now. I have a lot of things to do today."

"Okay, Boss Wayne, I have prepared a carriage outside." Richie Burke said.

See, that's the benefit of having a younger brother...

Sure enough, a carriage was parked at the door, driven by Rich Burke's pirate underling. Zhou Ning adjusted the collar of his white windbreaker, got on the carriage, and drove towards the canal area.

On the way, they inevitably passed through the old city. Zhou Ning narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the place not far ahead. Not long ago, this place was a construction site. Joshua Lambert was killed here by a bundle of steel bars on the construction site because of the conspiracy of Xiao Poshu.

But now, Joshua Lambert is still "alive", and the construction site has been completed and turned into an orphanage. There is a sign on it that says "Blaxon State Workhouse", and there are many ragged homeless people and managers moving things in and out, making it very busy.

Wait... this workhouse looks familiar! Where have I seen it before?

Zhou Ning was slightly startled and quickly recalled the series of events that had happened before.

In the Canal District, there was an almost identical workhouse on the way to the Golden Oak Herbalist, and I had asked Richard about the origin of this building at that time (Chapter 38); the same building also appeared near Levia Street, and I had seen it before attending the Fatty's birthday party, but it seemed to be an orphanage.

Their common feature is that they appeared after the House of Lords passed the Poor Relief Bill Amendment Bill with more than half of the votes.

Even more coincidentally, these workhouses or welfare homes all resembled the seven buildings required for the Ascendant ritual he had seen in the murals. The only difference was that the domes were not inlaid with crystals.

No wonder I felt familiar when I saw those seven buildings. And the Chris Fisher disguised as Jeremy Wayne Eden is actually the director of an orphanage. Is this all just a coincidence?

No, basic knowledge on the mysterious side, when coincidences happen one after another, it can’t be a coincidence!

Zhou Ning felt a sudden pang of gloom in his heart, and he had the urge to stop the carriage. Forget it, it would be better to wait until lunch to discuss with Sherlock before returning to investigate. This would save time.

Ten minutes later, the carriage stopped in an alley and arrived at Tianshui Lane.