Trafford's Trading Club

597: Chapter 10: Milk God Xiaobao 597: Chapter 10: Milk God Xiaobao “Alright, you all can go back.

I’ll take care of things here.”

Xiaobao finally tidied up the tools in the examination room, turned off the lights, and left the workplace, carrying a sense of fatigue back to his own office.

Glancing at the time, he realized, damn it, it was already past one in the morning.

Looking at the office that could only be described with the words “messy, chaotic, and shabby”, Xiaobao sighed and glanced at the division chief’s seat.

He had a strong premonition—if the chief didn’t come back, would he turn into another “Old Qin”?

Of course, not in terms of job position, but rather being like him, practically living in the office.

It was so late, Xiaobao decided not to go home.

Besides, going back and forth would just waste time.

Xiaobao yawned, made a cup of instant noodles, sat at his desk, and turned on the monitor screen…

Overall, it could be considered personal time now, right?

Xiaobao thought.

Working in forensic technology, the life of a tech dog was unbearably monotonous.

Although the salary was alright, living this kind of life over and over without playing games would be no different from being a salted fish (doing nothing all day).

As Xiaobao ate the freshly made noodles in front of him, he enlarged the window of the game interface.

In the afternoon, something had arrived for testing, and he’d been busy until now. “Oh man… as expected, I died.”

Xiaobao shook his head, remembering that before leaving, he had been doing a field side quest.

His character had remained in the wild ever since.

Seeing that there were only a few monsters left to complete the quest, and influenced by Old Qin, Xiaobao, who had developed a bit of compulsive behavior, yawned and decided to finish the quest before sleeping… or something like that, and ran out of the game city alone: Central Union City.

As a firm believer in slacking off at work, he’d trashed someone’s final dungeon in the Novice Village over a week ago.

Yesterday, he finally managed not to screw up and smoothly shed the novice title. “It’s really rare…” Xiaobao laughed awkwardly.

So the “professional” Priest Milk called ‘Xiaobao’ passed through the large city gates and ran into a sparsely populated area…

However, as a Priest, his attack methods were almost nil.

If it weren’t for these quest mobs, Xiaobao might have just gone to sleep, seeing if he could join a party tomorrow. “Huh, someone else is doing quests this late?”

Looking at the screen in this area, Xiaobao noticed someone had arrived before him and curiously observed, “Qianxiu?

This name sounds familiar… isn’t this the Knight from the team I bailed on last time?”

Don’t doubt a tech dog’s memory!

If his memory were bad, how could he pass the exams requiring extensive professional knowledge? “Even at such a high level, why kill these little monsters?” Xiaobao continued to observe the Knight named Qianxiu, noticing a pair of monster corpses already lying by his side.

The Knight stood alone, like a robot, in the cleared area, immediately attacking as soon as the monster respawned.

Then, he stood there, waiting like a statue for the next monster to respawn before moving again. “A bot?” Xiaobao subconsciously had this thought.

After all, wasn’t it a bit too idle to be a high-level Great Knight with seemingly good equipment, killing small monsters late at night?

But then, he thought, because of the game’s encryption algorithm, no one had successfully created a bot in the game’s forum black market section yet.

Moreover, Xiaobao noticed something amusing: this Knight wasn’t just doing nothing while waiting for monsters to respawn; he was also drinking—yes, drinking!

The character even had a big bottle of liquor, taking a sip every once in a while. “Characters can do this kind of action?” Xiaobao was stunned, then stuffed a bundle of noodles into his mouth, muttering, “Just how bored is this guy…”

But considering that he himself was eating instant noodles in the office late at night, playing games to wait until he got sleepy, Xiaobao also laughed at himself, controlling his character to move closer to this Great Knight.

ID Xiaobao: Hey!

Brother, up so late? …

When the alcohol coursed through his blood, making his head feel increasingly heavy, Qianxiu could temporarily forget some things.

And the splattering of monster blood and their cries when injured heightened his vague sense of excitement.

Alcohol and blood…