Chapter 93 Basement

Thud!

The floor, or rather this hidden elevator, hit the bottom of the floor below. Jake trembled a little, bu he quickly stabilized himself.

Nolan held Jake's hand subconsciously, but the moment he could stand on his own, he left it.

"Forgive me. These days, I am getting weaker and weaker. I need to take care of myself better. Or else, I won't be able to stand on my own two feet." Nolan smiled, but Jake only felt it a pity.

"If someone like this dies, then Horace will lose their best trump card. With leadership like this, a guild like The Roman Empire will only grow." Jake thought to himself.

pan,da n<0,>v,el "So then. Let us keep going. I have not showed much to you yet. This is the exciting stuff after all." Nolan grinned, his perfectly white teeth showing.

"And you said that you couldn't afford a hidden door. I would have to sell everything that I own to try to get something like this." Jake shook his head.

He had thirty gold coins at his peak. Maybe, if he put all of that thirty thousand into this one place, it would be possible. But who would want to do that? Who would want to spend all of that money immediately? Only someone with a vision like Nolan could.

Well, Jake would also invest all of the money he had in hand, but since he was in the outer districts, many of which were in danger of being swallowed by food shortages and zombies, he had to focus on that problem first.

"I said that I couldn't afford a hidden door indeed. It is an addition that costs way too much. After I finished all of this, why would I have any money left to do something like that? I had manual guards do that work." Nolan smiled.

"Well then. You are the boss, so I am not going to dare presume to know that I know more than you about how to spend money to make money. What do you want to show me? After all that you have showed me, I am way too curious as to what it is." Jake said.

"I will not disappoint. You have come a long way to see this, and I do not want to give you nothing but the best. But for this, it will take a little audience participation." Nolan said, his eyes glinting.

"What does he have planning?" Jake felt a chilling wind blow on his back. His hair stood on its end as they got off the slightly raised elevator step and onto the floor below them.

They were in a dungeon like corridor. It was lit up by torches, their flame giving off light but no heat. Another feature of World Online. It wasn't a great feature in Jake's opinion, but he wasn't the man in-charge.

The whole basement gave Jake a creepy vibe. It felt like he was being taken to a place for sacrifice.

Walking forward slowly, it was absolutely silent. None of them spoke. They didn't have anything to say to each other, and this wasn't the time for idle chitchat.

The corridor was long, but Jake didn't dare say anything about it. He wanted to make a comment about how it was a waste of space, but was it? They had more space than what they could use at all.

What else could they use the space for? This was extravagance to the peak. Without a doubt, Horace had the largest guild headquarters in the entire world at the moment. No one else had the guts to use all that money to invest into a headquarters instead of good equipment.

"That reminds me. If you spent all of your money on the guild headquarters, then how are you going to afford rare equipment? And if your guild leader is decked in anything below the Epic Grade, that would be quite ironic and funny to look at, won't it?" Jake smiled as he asked.

He wanted to know what Nolan's plan was regarding equipment. A player was only half his talent. A good weapon would increase his strength by so much, that the two players compared to each other were the difference between night and day.

"That is a good question. I am going to do what you did for your equipment." Nolan smiled and said.

"And what do you think that I did for my equipment?" Jake raised his eyebrows.

"Do you think that this took all of Horace's money? You are underestimating the power of big corporations then. We have much more where this came from. And we can use that to grow faster than any of your guilds as long as we put that money in the right places." Nolan chuckled.

"I am well aware of your expert use of blacksmiths. Although I think that using NPC blacksmiths is ingenius, I would think that having player Blacksmiths is a much better choice. They do much better work, and as long as they level up, and they have a good class, they can make much better equipment." Nolan said.

"You got your hands on a blueprint already?" Jake asked, surprised.

He only got the blueprint that he did because he used the necklace of that priest, and his luck increased. The loot that fell down was the loot of the first clear, and it was supposed to be better because of the item's effect.

And still, all Jake got was one blueprint. The set was valuable, but it would only match one type of player. It couldn't just fit everyone.

To outfit every single member in a guild and get them all custom made by in-house blacksmiths, Horace would need at least a few dozen blueprints, all of the rare rank, and all of them valued at hundreds of gold coins.

The named sets were worth much, much more.

"We did by a few. People seem to underestimate their value." Nolan nodded.

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