I Became the King of Villains In the Game

On the lush grasslands, there are lush forests.

Through the gaps between the branches, you can even see small villages in the distance, and some tall windmills, slowly turning in the sun.

The breeze is gentle, blowing away a little stuffiness.

A small caravan is traveling along a country road.

More than a dozen tall horses of various colors were divided into three groups and pulled three carriages, surrounded by more than a dozen leather guards to protect them along the way.

The three carriages are all of the same specification, with small front wheels and large rear wheels.

The wooden boards on the front and back of the carriage, including the top of the box, are placed with wrapped goods, which are firmly fixed with tarpaulins and net ropes.

The outer skin of the carriage is painted with a pattern of a silver dragon head, which is the logo of the "Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce".

At the forefront of the caravan was a middle-aged bald man sitting on horseback, and there was a young man riding a horse alongside him.

The young man has a yellow mushroom head, which looks very funny.

At this moment, the young man turned his head and glanced at the carriage at the back with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Jitter, what's wrong with you?"

The bald man asked softly upon seeing this.

"Ah...Mr. Walsh, it's nothing, I just feel a little strange why the nuns of the Red Apple Church were attacked by wild beasts in this wilderness."

"Probably some misfortune on the way to that apple orchard...

I heard that the Red Apple Church has an apple orchard outside the town, and the fruits picked will be distributed to the poor in the town. "

Bald Walsh shook his head regretfully.

"Oh, poor nun . . . she's so young."

Then he put his fingers together a little between his eyebrows, and then stretched out his hand to the sky and made a backhand fist.

"May the bright bless her."

This is the prayer gesture of the Cult of the Stars.

The assistant Kit on the side saw it, and couldn't help slandering secretly.

How could the gods of the stars bless the nuns of another church? Could it be that the Bright Queen and Madame Rose are familiar with them?

But he dared not say such blasphemy.

Kit stared at the last carriage.

He always felt that the two people who asked the caravan for help on the way were suspicious, but since Mr. Walsh agreed to let them take the carriage, he couldn't say anything more.

The curtain of the carriage in sight was pulled back.

A black-haired young man poked his head out, showing him a bright innocent smile.

Kit was taken aback for a moment, responded with an awkward smile, then turned around and stopped looking at him.

Chen Lun showed playful eyes, leaning against the window and playing with the shell necklace on his chest.

"If it wasn't for it, I really wouldn't be able to hitch a ride..."

After escaping from the prison, he couldn't figure out where he was.

No one in the wilderness knows how far the nearest town is.

Instead of running around like a headless chicken, it's better to find someone to lead the way.

Fortunately, when he met this caravan, he used [Siren Caravan] to "convince" the steward of the caravan and got a ride.

Although the carriage with wooden wheels and iron sheets was bumpy, at least it was better than walking on two legs.

Even though Chen Lun is already an extraordinary person, he is not good at endurance, and there is a weak Floyd beside him who needs to be taken care of.

Not to mention saving energy in this way, it also gave him time and space to think briefly.

Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, Chen Lun's slightly impetuous heart slowly calmed down.

"Froy's third ring mission is temporarily unclear, and the primary goal is to find a foothold to rest.

Let's go to the town first, the appearance of me and Floyd is too eye-catching..."

A wounded nun and a young man in ragged clothes are problematic no matter how you look at them.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Lun took out the spoils obtained from killing the priest.

A tiny red ghost face badge.

[D-level monster surge badge]

Item description: A badge containing the power of flesh and blood. After wearing it, it will gain surging strength and vitality.

The ghostly face on it seems to be alive, grinning when you're not looking at it.

It seems to be left over from a priest of the church, and it contains the mysterious substance and extraordinary characteristics precipitated after his death.

Eat, eat more, you are a hungry butcher, you are the embodiment of strength...

Item effect: After wearing it, strength +2, endurance +2.

Item cost: Easier to become hungry and eat more.

Chen Lun casually pinned it on his chest, adding 4 points of [Surprise], and the side effects are not too big, which is not bad.

"Use it for the time being, wait for the players to come, then raise the price... then use it to help them.

I am so kind! "

So justice!

Chen Lun wiped away the tears that moved him.

Although this is only the lowest level of [Scary Thing], but the original version said it was a divine weapon, then it is a divine weapon.

Who told this stuff to be scarce?

Chen Lun stretched out his hand to stroke the breeze outside the window, and narrowed his eyes.

Before crossing, the handful of great gods at the top of the pyramid were beyond his reach.

He didn't even make it to the first level, but that didn't hinder his influence in the hearts of the players.

Measure the world alone and embark on a lonely journey.

Discover countless side quests hidden in this huge world, and the stories behind them.

Feel the customs that are completely different from reality, record them, and send them to the game's built-in forum for players to talk about.

Players affectionately call Chen Lun "mysterious crawler".

Wherever he crawled and wrote, there seemed to be no little secrets he didn't know.

Of course, life needs to be just right.

Chen Lun often packaged some heavy side mission plots and curious stories into a book.

Combined with the screenshots of the scenery he collected during the trip, it is very popular.

Of course, if he is a regular customer, he will also take out some treasured screenshots of the superb scenery...

How amazing, he has paid a visit to all famous female characters.

The serious kind.

How can players' screenshots be called sneak shots?

I'm just checking to see if they're wearing models!

Chen Lun turned to look at Floyd beside him.

Her eyes were simply bandaged with a piece of sackcloth, and her body was sleeping in a pile of leather and woolen cloth.

Even though the carriage was jolting a lot, Froy still showed no signs of waking up.

The nun's hat on her head has been taken off, revealing her long pale golden hair, which looks like a delicate doll.

"Let's take one step at a time, I still have many choices."

Chen Lun whispered to himself.

"Not only to change her fate... but also to hide the third ring of the mission.

The rewards are too generous, if I don’t get them, I won’t be able to become stronger, and if I can’t become stronger, I won’t be able to help the players, so I’ll feel so guilty that I’ll cry. "

At this moment, Chen Lun suddenly noticed that the convoy had stopped slowly.

Gradually, noisy voices came from outside.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Who is the person in charge of your caravan?"

At this time, there was the sound of stopping outside the carriage, as well as intensive footsteps.

Chen Lun didn't look around curiously, but silently put down the curtain, and only observed in the dark through the gap.

He didn't realize it for a while, it turned out that the caravan had already arrived at the checkpoint of the bridge leading to the town.

Walsh, the caravan steward, dismounted from his horse to meet a bearded officer in chain mail.

"I am."

Walsh took out his ID card and chamber of commerce permit, and handed them to the bearded officer.

"I am one of the stewards of the 'Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce', you can call me Walsh... May I ask what happened in Emerald Town?"

Walsh found that there were far more guards gathered in front of the checkpoint than usual, and this abnormality caught his attention.

After the bearded man took it, he glanced casually and handed it back to Walsh.

"It's nothing, it's just that Brother Stoulton of the Red Apple Church said that there are vicious murderers wandering around.

We have to search the carriage of your Chamber of Commerce. "

"My lord, this is against the rules."

Walsh was dissatisfied.

The bearded officer shrugged and turned sideways to make way.

"Sorry, I believe your caravan is fine, but this is what the Red Apple Church means...

According to the Sun Code, they have the right to do so. "

Following the words of the bearded officer, a fat man in a dark red robe led the church guards behind him to the caravan.

A tall guard in heavy armor was also leading two big dogs wrapped in red cloth.

The purpose of covering up the Rotten Hound is probably to prevent ordinary people from causing panic when they see it.

Although the Red Apple Church wasn't afraid, Brother Stilton didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble either.

"Step aside!"

Several guards of the Red Apple Church in fur coats and hats with brims held their swords and shouted, and the caravan guards retreated one after another.

Watching these church guards inspect the carriages and goods of their three carriages, the assistant Kit was not only not resentful, but had some inexplicable expectations.

He was looking forward to the scene where the guards pulled the kid out of the carriage.

"Perhaps a country bumpkin kidnapped a nun from the church, even stabbed her blind, and then blasphemed her..."

Kit was presumptuously imagining, feeling a little excited.

As for the vicious murderer mentioned by the Red Apple Church, Kit didn't think about that.

No matter how you look at it, that kid doesn't look like him either.

Soon, a church guard came to the last carriage.

Under Kit's expectant gaze, the guard raised his dagger and parted the curtain.

In the carriage lay a nun from her own church and a young man in tattered linen who looked like a beggar.

The young man was looking at him with a polite smile on his face.

"Hello."