YM778.TV Chapter 115 - 115: Mailbox
Song Jian, who had initially turned to leave, changed directions after hearing the shout from Floral Shirt Ghost.
“What’s the matter, these are just common quality materials, is there anything strange about them?” Song Jian asked with a laugh;
“Song, Brother Song, look at this. It seems like this isn’t a material, but an equipment piece… no, I can’t even call it equipment. I… I don’t know what to call it.” Floral Shirt Ghost was scratching his head as he lifted a shimmering white item in his hand.
Song Jian moved closer and started examining its attributes.
“A stamp? What is this, something for mailing?”
Song Jian’s eyebrows rose in surprise, he seemed intrigued.
“Stamp (White), Special Item, Effect: After usage, it can send an item to any specified address! Note: This item is unique. Once it’s used, it will automatically disappear.”
“This thing is useful for me, give it to me,” Song Jian said.
“Sure, Brother Song!” Floral Shirt Ghost, far from being reluctant, happily handed the white item to Song Jian.
Floral Shirt Ghost had previously checked the properties of this item. For current players, the only use is to exchange it for one Doomsday Coin at the system store. However, for advanced players, it may have other uses, which is why Floral Shirt Ghost had called out to Song Jian.
“Here are ten Doomsday Coins, consider it as me buying it.” Song Jian placed the stamp into his backpack and handed the Doomsday Coins to Floral Shirt Ghost;
“We can’t possibly accept this, Brother Song!” Floral Shirt Ghost said, his face glowing with a bright smile. He insisted they couldn’t take the money, but he quickly pocketed the Doomsday Coins;
“Alright, when there’s a boss next time, find me in the villa beside Camel Square!” Song Jian waved his hand, turning to stride towards his estate.
Watching Song Jian’s departing figure, Floral Shirt Ghost’s mouth slowly dropped open, his face full of disbelief and awe.
“Oh my, turns out it’s this big shot, the first one to establish a Safe House!” Floral Shirt Ghost exclaimed in shock.
“My god, you’re something, kid. You managed to build a relationship with him over a piece of junk with white quality, impressive, Floral Shirt… No, Brother Ghost! How come I’ve never realized you’ve got such a keen eye!” Uncle Wang gave Floral Shirt Ghost a heavy pat on the shoulder, his face full of envy.
“Hey, 1 didn’t expect to run into this big shot either. If I have him backing me while setting up a Safe House, wouldn’t that be almost like a sure deal?” Floral Shirt Ghost smirked, grinning from ear to ear.
Upon arriving back at his estate and spotting the flock of blood crow in his yard, Song Jian frowned slightly. The sight of the withered old tree in his yard, combined with the dozens of blood-red crows, gave his entire estate a grim feeling like a haunted mansion from medieval Europe. The place would look marginally better during the daylight, but it would definitely pass for a haunted house come nightfall.
With the castle empty, Song Jian felt too lazy to sit on the floor. He went to sit under the Blood and Dark Spirit Poison Tree and took out the stamp.
Getting this stamp can be considered a surprise. Song Jian set out to find clues about mailboxes, but instead of finding any clues, he got a stamp that could mail items. This left Song Jian to muse about the fickle nature of destiny.
However, while this stamp could be used to mail things, it didn’t have a payment feature. If Song Jian had a mailbox, he could set a payment amount and item, but this stamp didn’t have this feature and could only send items.
Should he mail the item to Count Qian Dahai first?
Song Jian wasn’t about to do something so naive. Even if Count Qian Dahai was a highly reputable gentleman, Song Jian didn’t even have a mailbox yet. So even if the count wanted to send him the payment, he wouldn’t have a place to mail it to.
“It seems 1 will have to use the radio to find some clues about the email address,” Song Jian thought to himself.
With a thought in mind, Song Jian’s figure appeared on the third floor of the castle. In the empty room, there was just a radio set up on the floor. As Song Jian turned on the radio, a harsh electrical static noise burst out, which lasted for a long time before it slowly faded away.
“This is the Falcon Squad, we have a level five equipment we want to sell. It’s a blue quality long knife, its attribute is…”
“Hey, Judy, the attributes of this long knife isn’t bad, but the level is a bit too low. Did you guys beat the elite boss outside Kawa Town?” A frivolous voice said through the radio.
“The base price for this long knife is one hundred Doomsday Coins, is there anyone interested in buying it?” Judy seemed uninterested in engaging with him and shouted out her price on the radio channel.
“This is Count Francis from the City of Sin. I’ll take the long knife for one hundred Doomsday Coins. It can serve as a birthday gift for my young son next month,” a low, deep voice echoed through the radio.
“One hundred and ten Doomsday Coins. This knife, combined with my Triple Slash, can amplify its power by one hundred and thirty percent. This is Su Lijun from the City of Sky, my email address is…”
“One hundred and fifty Doomsday Coins, that’s my final offer. If anyone goes higher than me, then it’s yours!” Count Francis’ voice echoed again in the radio channel.
It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Song Jian’s mind. Many good items, like the Mutated Pine Nut, could only sell for a few dozen Doomsday Coins at the most. It wasn’t that the items were bad, but that the players’ purchasing power was too low.
“If I had known earlier…” Song Jian wanted to cry but had no tears. A blue-quality sword that was dropped by a level-five elite boss was auctioned for over a hundred Doomsday Coins. How much could he have sold the Mutated Pine Nut, which can increase Vitality Points, for if he had shouted it on the radio?
Eventually, the blue-quality long knife was bought by Su Lijun from the City of Sky for one hundred eighty Doomsday Coins.
There seemed to be a lot of people on the radio channel, some trading items, some looking for people, some publishing hiring tasks, but most of them were chatting. Song Jian didn’t understand why there were so many people who had nothing to do during the apocalypse.
“Ahem, I would like to ask, how to get an email address?” Finally, Song Jian pressed the transmission key to ask for clues about email in the radio.
Quickly, a young voice echoed through the radio, “Email? Isn’t that something you can easily get from the city hall?”
“Young man, you know too little. Many places don’t have a city hall, like in Kawa Town. Ask Papa Kaman, does his Gathering Area of about thirty people have a city hall?”
“It’s difficult for gathering areas in the wilderness to apply for emails unless you apply to the system god for setting up a Safe House and withstand the monster siege, then you’ll be qualified to apply…”
“Setting up a Safe House in a wilderness gathering area is too difficult. The tide of monsters isn’t something anyone can handle unless you can hire a legion to have a slim chance…”
“Hire a legion? Are you crazy? If I have the money to hire a legion, why not apply for citizenship in a big city, like the City of Sin, or the City of Light…” “Why not come to our City of Sky? The security in our city is excellent, and the nightlife is also very rich…”
“The citizens of the City of Sin smiled without a word. What city’s nightlife could be more extravagant than the City of Sin?”
Song Jian was a bit speechless. The conversation began discussing about the emails but quickly changed topic. A group of idle people were discussing which city’s bar dancer dances the most seductively on the radio channel.