427: Chapter 422: Turning the Situation Around 427: Chapter 422: Turning the Situation Around “Accusing us of rebellion?

That’s a hefty claim!”

“Where were you when I was slaying the Beast Clan’s armies, working myself to the bone?”

“Now that the crisis has passed, you’re all acting high and mighty.

I’d say you’re the ones planning a rebellion!”

The players were temporarily silenced by the unexpected outburst from the plump NPC, only to react with heightened outrage and louder cursing.

Seeing the escalating situation, the plump NPC quickly stepped forward.

Due to the amount of debris on the ground, he stopped three meters away from the auctioneer, unable to get any closer.

The ordinary-looking auctioneer seemed to fear the overweight man, looking like a guilty child as he lowered his head in shame, losing his previous confidence.

Seeing this, the fat man could only glare at him fiercely before turning his gaze to the rowdy player crowd, and shouted:

“This is a rule, a rule set by the Auction House!

Approved personally by Human Emperor himself!

Who dares to disobey?”

Although the players loved stirring up trouble, none of them wanted to stick their necks out too far.

Their cursing gradually subsided, with no hope of the auction house compensating them.

“Listen up, heroes of the Human Race.

If you hear me out and find my words reasonable, accept them.

If my words seem unreasonable, feel free to smash our auction house.

I, Tan, won’t complain!”

“Good, I respect you for that fattie!

Let’s see if you can convince us!

If not, don’t blame us for getting rough, as you said, we’ll definitely tear this auction house down!”

A particularly impatient-looking player took the lead, his eyes full of menace.

Like attracts like.

Many like-minded players around him wholeheartedly cheered him on.

Once the auction room quieted down again, the plump NPC took a moment to gather his emotions, coughed once, and with a sincere look in his eyes, addressed the rebellious flock: “Honourable elites of the Human Race, if you’ve visited the auction house a few times, you’ll certainly know me, Tan, and understand my steadfast nature.

Today, I may have said a few inappropriate things that led to some misunderstandings.

Here, I want to start by apologizing to all of you”.

With that, Tan Fatty bowed 90 degrees and held the position for three seconds.

Considering his sizable frame, that must have been quite the effort.

From her private room, Su Ran watched everything clearly and couldn’t help but sigh in admiration.

Tan Fatty had played his cards well!

He demonstrated the Art of War tactic of using civility before resorting to force.

This Tan Fatty was truly an advanced auctioneer!

“Let’s get to the heart of the matter.

I believe everyone here also wishes to do so.”

With an extremely calm look in his eyes, Tan Fatty put his hands behind his back, showing a leader-like demeanor.

“You all want to know why we didn’t help when Imperial City was under attack.

Alright, today, I, Tan, will give you a satisfactory answer!”

“Remember the last time an auction was held, when this Tan of yours said that in my youth, I fought for the Human Race of the Celestial Realm, achieving illustrious military merits.

These words were not false, and are historically undeniable accomplishments!”

After saying this and scanning the crowd, Tan Fatty, seeming pleased to be the center of attention, secretly nodded in approval.

This was the attractiveness of being an auctioneer!

“It’s not because we, of the auction house, fear these beasts of the Beast Clan, but due to reasons difficult to discuss.

In my youth, I dared to kill even the powerful demons, not to mention these simple-minded beasts.”

Tan Fatty’s gaze showed slight fluctuations, his tone becoming more urgent, “However, as the saying goes, every household has its rules and every nation has its laws.

We, the native residents, are bound by these rules without any room for choice!

After the siege began, we, the natives with civilian professions, could not set a foot outside.

We were left with our boiling blood but no way to vent.

Who can understand this frustration?!”

“We are resentful!

What’s wrong with the natives, why can’t we enjoy the same freedoms as you players, without any regional restrictions, and live life to the fullest?!”

Tan Fatty first looked outraged, then helpless, and finally, his tone returned to calm.

“But that’s pointless.

The rules were already set, and we could only cling on to this limited scopew forge.

Otherwise, we couldn’t oppose the will of the rules.

That is why, when the Beast Siege occurred at the Imperial City, we couldn’t leave.”

“Whoa!”

“So that’s how it is, that makes sense!

Which game doesn’t have its setting?

These NPCs are restricted by the system gods, where’s their individual freedom?!”

“So we misunderstood them!”

“These NPCs really have it hard.

They exist just to serve us players and yet we hurt them so much.

Ah, I feel somewhat guilty now.”

“Troublesome my ass, didn’t you see how fat and well-fed this fatty is?

How well-off must he be to become like this?!”

“Uh, indeed, almost got fooled by this damn fatty.”

“But if they can choose to be my followers, they can break the rules.”

“Keep dreaming, it’s so easy to get followers?

It’s been over a year since the game launched, and there are only a handful of people who have followers!

You, you’re just daydreaming!”

…

Players couldn’t help but start discussing, their tones imperceptibly returning to normal and their mood calming down significantly.

“The Imperial City narrowly escaped destruction, but at a considerable cost.

The Human Emperor’s avatar was destroyed, and our Imperial Jade Seal was lost.

We’re anxious, but what can we do?”

Tan Fatty said despairingly, ignoring the quietly debating players and continued:

“After the war ended, our auction house immediately put forth an advanced architectural blueprint we had stored for many years.

Why?

Isn’t it to make the Human Race stronger?

How come you all don’t understand the intention of our auction house?”

“But, while auctioneers always claim to serve the greater good of the Human Race, why not just donate this advanced architectural blueprint to the Human Emperor instead of auctioning it?

This proves that no matter how good your words sound, it all boils down to money!”

Yet again, the rushed-looking player spoke out with a sneer.

He seemed hell-bent on escalating the situation.

“The auctioneer follows the merchant’s way, prioritizing profit.

This is also driven by the rules, in simpler terms, we don’t have the ability to donate!

Although we care for the Human Race, we can’t defy the will of the rules.

This is why we followed this roundabout way and are now auctioning it off.

As for how you use the Guardian Thunder Tower, it’s out of our control.”

Tan Fatty responded calmly and did not back down, casually shrugging off the responsibility.