[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-online":3,"chapter-black-online-black-online-chapter-127":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Black Online",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1462670,1913,"Chapter 127: Golden Grimoire","black-online-chapter-127",127,"\u003Cp>When it turned dark in the sky, the locals made their way to the streets of the Snowberry Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time since the start of the Guild War that they left their apartments, and they looked scared to be outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because, outside of the village walls, a small army of murderous players awaited, and they wouldn’t spare any of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all gathered at the village square, and there, Miranda and Rock were standing on a small stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was lit with torches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hello, everyone. As all of you already know, we’re looking for workers to help us in the quarry, and the mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If there are any willing spirits, raise your arm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The locals exchanged glances, and none of them raised their arms, as they didn’t want to be the first person to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Nobody?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda asked with a frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We all want to work, but what is there for us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a local man said with a rough voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a strong one, and he used to be a lumberjack before the Guild War, and since then, he’d been just staying at home with his wife and two children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you are afraid of small pay, do not be afraid. You will be well compensated for your work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda said with a serious tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about the food shortage? We’re barely surviving on rice and bread. Our families are starving!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A local woman suddenly shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, we need food!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the locals shouted, and it turned quite rowdy with people demanding answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We got you covered!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, Rock shouted—he had to shout for them to hear him over the loud crowd—and slowly, the locals quieted down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Food and good pay—you’ll get both of them. Starting tomorrow, we will start giving food deliveries to everybody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nobody will starve under Rose Records watch and that is a promise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rock said sternly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It quieted down the rowdy crowd, and they still whispered—hesitant to believe him—but they also wanted to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now... We need ten men for the quarry. Raise your arm if you’re interested. The pay is 10 square coins in an hour.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rock said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the pay, the eyes of the locals widened in shock, and after a moment of hesitation, ten arms were raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were all men—former lumberjacks, and hunters—who currently have no way to earn a living.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>10 square coins for an hour’s work was actually excellent pay for locals, as their normal jobs give either 2 or 3 square coins per hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them to earn 100 square coins in one day would be enough to feed the whole family for one whole week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We need servants for the mansion—the job is to keep the place clean, wash the clothes, and shovel the snow—the pay is also 10 square coins per hour.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miranda said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time around, a lot of arms were raised. Mostly women, but there were also some children, and Miranda wrote all of their names down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There wasn’t a specific number of servants they wanted. Whoever was willing, they were willing to put them to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are in need of a blacksmith—the pay is twenty square coins per hour.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rock said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three arms raised—they were Snowberry Village’s only blacksmiths—and they were people that they definitely needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blacksmiths were extremely valuable during time of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...And then we need...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching from the shadows, Devon saw Miranda and Rock talk to the locals, and he just chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I wish I’d be there to see their expression when they see their food burning to ashes. You won’t be that nice to the locals in a week’s time when they start killing you for food.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon grinned, and he sneakily crossed the street under the guise of night darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, he arrived at the Old Street and saw the Old Bakery building at the corner of it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This street was been planned for demolition for some time now, and thus, nobody was living around here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That’s the place...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon ran straight to the Old Bakery and slipped inside the building through one of the broken windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was dusty and dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Basement... basement... basement...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of looking, he found a locked door, and he just tackled straight through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wooden, unstable-looking staircase went down to the dark basement, and Devon carefully stepped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out a torch from his inventory, lit it up, and walked across the dark basement until he reached the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was another locked door at the end of the basement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It sure is locked behind a lot of locked doors, but hehe, this is nothing for me. I am Master Lockpicker, after all.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon crouched before the locked door, pulled out his lockpicking tools, and started to work on the lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he heard a sound that he wanted to hear at home, and with a smirk on his face, he opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room behind the locked room wasn’t dark. It was well-lit. And there were shelves and shelves of canned food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’They really weren’t lying when they said that there was food for years... The siege plan would’ve definitely failed if we hadn’t found out about this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon thought with a chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then started looking for his arsonist tools in his inventory, but in that moment, the door behind him closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUMP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was loud, like a sledgehammer hitting metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who told you about this place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he heard a voice behind him, and Devon had already retrieved his dagger and turned around slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s... You!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted in complete shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Della looked at him coldly with the grimoire floating right beside her, and she really looked grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha... What unlucky timing of me, aye? To come across you of all people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon chuckled nervously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I knew there had been a spy in Rose Records for a long while now, but I’ve never been able to find one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I revealed this location to my close friends to make sure that the spy is not among them, and I’ve been here... Waiting in case someone really shows up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This makes things easier. Why don’t you tell me who the spy is, and I’ll let you live?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Della asked coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Fuck you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon lunged at her with the dagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden grimoire started exploding outwards with bright light, and the room was flooded with a bright light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Light!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light blinded Devon, and he tried slashing at Della, but since he couldn’t see, he was nowhere close to hitting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Della pushed her hand against Devon’s chest and sent him flying across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUMP!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon came to a complete stop, with his body crashing against the wall, and he slid down to the floor in a daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[-445 HP]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[HP: 465\u002F910]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devon looked on as his health dropped drastically, and a grave expression filled his face.\u003C\u002Fp>",1172,"2026-06-06T02:35:08.437Z",1,"novelbin.me","d81ae2f0a5acfb9659e73c072596b97efdde45cb9ee7aff235263f114b103afc","black-online-chapter-128","black-online-chapter-126",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-online-cover.jpg"]