The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 72: Experienced Seniors
Han Shi now couldn't figure out how he, the boss, and the baldy man got separated from the main group and came to this desolate new copy.

They are the core members of the Ironclad Regiment's C-level dungeon strategy team. Collecting dungeon intelligence, investigating dungeon output, and formulating strategy plans are their livelihoods.

They knew everything about Quiet Town. He even remembered clearly the first time Quiet Town appeared 74 days ago.

Every profession has its own expertise, and he is very confident in his business abilities.

No one knows C-level copies better than this trio.

How difficult can a copy that has only been available for 74 days be?
That little bastard from the Administration Bureau is still trying to deceive them. It’s laughable just thinking about it.

However, he and the boss could understand that Baldy had suffered a mental breakdown while trying to clear a dungeon. His life was saved afterwards, but he was left with a disease.

When he is ill, everyone looks like his first love, and he wants to do something uncontrollably.

This was not nice, but he and the boss couldn't tell them.

Because the bald man's will collapsed in order to save the two of them, so no matter how big a mess the bald man gets into, they have to follow behind and clean up his mess.

Who made them owe someone a life?

In order to prevent them from causing trouble for the newcomers, the guy from the Administration wanted to entangle them by using the professions assigned to each person in the copy.

Although that kid definitely exaggerated the importance of the job, there was indeed something strange about the Quiet Town dungeon.

The three of them were randomly assigned to work as a shipbuilder, a lumberjack and a porter.

There wasn't much work assigned to them, but the weird thing was that every time they completed a task, their power limit would be deducted.

The bald man tried, and the more he worked, the more he was deducted. However, the reward for his hard work was just that the townspeople treated them a little better.

What a joke.

When the three brothers conquered the Sakurajima dungeon and took turns to increase the favorability of the Shogun's wife, it was not so difficult.

To be on the safe side, the boss and the baldy continued to complete the work. Since he was not as strong as the other two, he reserved his strength and waited and saw for the time being.

Simply put, it's just slacking off.

He took out the miniaturized staff, injected energy into it, and the gem on the top of the staff flashed red.

He brought the glowing red gem to his lips and lit the pipe he was smoking.

Take a deep breath and blow out a smoke ring comfortably.

It really feels good not to work.

It is impossible to work part-time, and it is impossible to work part-time in this life.

He has never worked in the real world, so how could he come to the dungeon world to be a laborer?

Just as he was enjoying the beautiful evening, a guy in a postman's uniform walked towards him.

He recognized the postman; he was one of the new guys at the Administration.

What is it called? It sounds like a small fish?

"Kid, what are you looking at?" He blew out a puff of smoke towards Wu Chang and asked with a hint of provocation.

It was obvious that the postman was a new player. He was a little overwhelmed when he was called out to. He was so nervous that he subconsciously started scratching his hands.

"I, I didn't see anything. I just thought that since we are all players, we should say hello to each other when we meet." Wu Chang was so nervous that his face turned red.

Han Shi took a puff of his pipe and asked, "Now that we've finished greeting each other, do you have anything else to do?"

Wu Chang shook his head and said, "There is nothing else. I just want to remind you to finish your work. Boss Jianxing said that it is important to finish your work."

Han Shi exhaled a puff of smoke from his nostrils. He felt that the newcomer in front of him was a greenhorn.

Since I was free anyway, I thought I'd take the opportunity to tease him.

"Did you finish the work then?"

Wu Chang smiled awkwardly, "I tried to deliver two packages, but each time I delivered a package, 0.3 of my willpower limit would be deducted. With my attributes, I couldn't do much."

"So what did you get in return for spending 0.6 of your willpower limit working?"

"The townspeople seem to have a better impression of me."

Han Shi shook his head, thinking that the young man was indeed a young man. Although he was sensitive and could detect changes in the townspeople's favorability, he would tell the information he had collected with great difficulty after just a few casual words.

You know, every piece of information is worth money. Work can be exchanged for the favorability of the townspeople, and different types of work consume different attributes to complete the work. If these two pieces of information are put out there, as long as they are slightly packaged, they can easily sell for thousands of corrupt silver coins.

He pressed the tobacco in his pipe and said:

"I'm telling you, even if the dungeon is difficult, it has its own basic rules. Has the town posted a notice about what will happen if you don't work?"

"No." Wu Chang shook his head.

"That's it. This kind of soft rule is not completely unbreakable. When you touch its bottom line, someone will naturally remind you, and you can change it then."

Han Shi glanced at Wu Chang and spoke in a calm tone, highlighting his rich experience.

"But you have to know that once attributes are gone, they are really gone."

Wu Chang suddenly realized, and his eyes flickered with little stars as he looked at Han Shi.

"I see, veteran players are indeed very experienced!"

Being praised by Wu Chang, Han Shi looked a little proud and continued:

"You, the scattered people, are just too eager for fame. When the management bureau beckons you, you rush over to become their peripheral members."

"A person with average qualifications like you can't learn anything in the Administration. The Administration is too big, how can the people above know who you are? On the contrary, the backbone forces like our Ironclad Regiment can train people the most and it is easiest to learn real skills..."

Every veteran knows how difficult it is to collect intelligence in a dungeon. Even if the intelligence is collected, it takes a lot of effort to verify it.

There are not many fools like Wu Chang who are innocent enough to share information directly, so Han Shi naturally would not miss this opportunity.

He immediately promoted the idea to Wu Chang, telling him that only by joining the Armored Regiment could he have a future.

He also promised that as long as Wu Chang repeated to him what Jianxing had told them, when Wu Chang had served as an assistant for a long time and had no hope of becoming a regular employee, he would ensure that Wu Chang entered the Armored Regiment.

Han Shi boasted a lot and made big promises, but Wu Chang was confused and believed everything he heard.

In a blink of an eye, it was completely dark and the workers at the shipyard finished their get off work.

"Okay, that's enough for today. If you have any gains tomorrow, come find me here. If not, just take care of your own things first."

Han Shi brushed the dust off his clothes and immediately sent Wu Chang away.

Wu Chang nodded, turned around and left obediently.

Han Shi went to a restaurant in town and ordered a fried egg and seafood meal. The waiter looked unhappy when he saw that he had a bad face.

Information spreads quickly in a small town, and once a lazy person comes to town, everyone will know about it soon.

No one would give a lazy person a good face. When the waiter delivered the food, his thumb with mud in his nails even poked directly into the fish meat.

Han Shi felt sick after watching this and shouted, "Give me a change."

The waiter was very polite and replied: "If you like it, eat it. If you don't, get out."

Han Shi, who had a bad temper, immediately grabbed the waiter's hair and stuffed the contaminated fish into the waiter's mouth.

Then he took a raw fish directly from the kitchen and left.

The temporary residence of the three members of the Ironclad Regiment was three connected wooden houses on the edge of the town.

Most of the places where outsiders live are in such marginal areas.

Due to its remote location, traveling back and forth requires passing through several deserted roads.

Han Shi was hungry and angry. Not only was he not afraid of the path, he was actually looking forward to it.

If some blind creature attacks him, it would be a good opportunity for him to vent his anger and collect some information at the same time.

He strode into the path with the fish in his hand, and the next moment he disappeared into thin air.

Thirty meters away from where Han Shi disappeared, the spiritual form of Wu Chang slowly emerged.

He sighed and muttered:

"You are indeed experienced and know how to avoid dangers in dungeons. You also know that when soft rules are seriously violated, you will first give a warning and then punish them."

"But has your experience told you that this instance has an afterworld, and that players who break the rules will be caught first?"

(End of this chapter)