Trafford’s Trading Club

Towards evening, it started to rain in the village.

Klaus thought that he was probably used to this kind of bad weather. The moment he raised his head, the drizzle made him feel chilly.

"You'll get sick."

A black umbrella appeared in front of Klaus's eyes, blocking the gray sky he could see.

He lowered his gaze and looked at the nun in front of him... Laila.

"Why did you run out on your own? Are you feeling well?" The nun showed concern: "If you feel any discomfort..."

"What are they doing?" Klaus suddenly pointed forward - there was a large courtyard built halfway up the mountain, which was actually the equivalent of an ancestral hall.

This custom is very common in this rainforest area covered by war.

What Klaus asked was that at this time, the adults in the village were constantly bringing their children in.

"Check the body." Sister Laila smiled slightly and said: "When the priest came last time, many children in the village were infected with malaria. Fortunately, the priest came and treated them in time. First, he was checking on their children. What’s the situation?”

"This priest is really a good man." Klaus nodded and asked curiously: "You have been operating nearby to help local villagers. Where did the supplies come from?"

"Of course it's a donation." Sister Laila smiled and said, "Actually, in addition to Father Alai, there are many missionaries who are also walking here."

"Is it useful?" Klaus shook his head and said, "Even if you spread your doctrines everywhere here, you can't stop the bombardment. The peace given by faith will eventually be ruthlessly destroyed."

"It's something like what you can do." Sister Laila said softly, "That's probably what it feels like."

Klaus couldn't help but frown, looking at the nun's cuffs...the cuffs were intact.

"Mr. Claus, do you want to go in and say hello to Father Alai?"

"No, I have to go out." Klaus said expressionlessly, "I promised, I'm going to open the way."

"But your current body..." Sister Laila quickly shouted: "Mr. Claus, Mr. Claus!"

Klaus has gone away.

But Klaus did not leave the village directly, but quietly took a detour to Ruan Ming's home.

"Mr. Claus, what's up...are you confirmed?"

"Let's not talk about this for now." Klaus said solemnly: "Ruan Ming, can you take me to the place where your grandfather made a mistake?"

"Now?"

"Now!"

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Pillars, pillars... around the mine, blood spread like mist.

One by one, the demons fell into a pool of blood, while he walked tiredly in death... The action of changing the magazine seemed to have become instinctive.

"346...347..."

This is the number of monsters he killed.

He was walking in this darkness and danger, and what guided him ahead was not light or a lighthouse, but death... The little boy holding a banana leaf was always ahead.

Stopping, the mine has reached the end... A dilapidated temple building covered with moss appeared in front of him, quietly waiting for his arrival.

Klaus looked up subconsciously, his eyes blank, and murmured: "What is the best thing that can be done..."

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"Slaughter the village?"

[Qianxiu] and [Qianyu Xianrou] glanced at each other subconsciously, and then paid more attention to the content of the chat in the private channel - and the provider of the content was Miss Yuki, who claimed to be the proprietress of a certain tavern.

"The world that Klaus originally lived in seemed to be a world of constant war." Miss Yuki nodded and said: "He was treated by local villagers because of an accident. Later, for unknown reasons, the village was invaded by the invader country. The soldiers discovered that they then massacred the entire village... It seemed, they were looking for something... maybe a treasure or something like that?"

"Can you be more specific?" [Qian Xiu] frowned at this time.

Miss Yuki shrugged and said, "How clear do you think a drunkard can speak? In fact, a lot of the content is my personal speculation."

"So, this is the reason why [Ghost Soldiers] appear?" [Qianyu Xianrou] pondered: "These [Ghost Soldiers] are obviously not the same as other map monsters, and their purpose seems to be more clear, as if It’s like I came here for this place from the beginning.”

"What happened next?" [Qian Xiu] asked, "What happened next?"

Miss Yuuki said: "I don't know the specifics, but Klaus should have introduced all the soldiers into this underground palace... I don't know the result, but Klaus is obviously not dead. But he came out alive. Because Klaus is now a middle-aged man, and what he remembers about what happened in this village is when he joined the army as a soldier when he was young."

[Qianyu Xianrou] pondered: "Is there any more information about [Black Spear]'s past world?"

"I don't know about that." Miss Yuuki said helplessly: "People who come to my pub to spend money are willing to say some things, but they may not be willing to say anything... In the past, it was very expensive."

[Qian Xiu] frowned and said: "If these are the only ones, it seems to be of little use to us in finding the [rules] of this scene... After all, no one knows whether this village is the same as the village that [Black Spear] has experienced. have no idea."

"There are three nuns, right?" Miss Yuki smiled slightly.

"How?" [Qianyu Xianrou] frowned.

"I've heard of it." Yuuki narrowed his eyes and said, "When Klaus was dreaming, he called out a nun's name... Laila. There was also a priest's name, which seemed to be Father Alai."

"There is something I want to confirm." [Qian Xiu] suddenly said at this time, "Miss Yuki, please accompany me."

"Brother Xiu, let me go with you too."

"No, you stay here... Xiaobao and the others need you." [Qianxiu] shook his head and said: "Also, you have to be careful about that guy named Bai Po."

Miss Yuki chuckled and said, "I don't think I agreed?"

"You will follow me." [Qianxiu] said without looking back, "Just like you will enter this village."

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The funeral procession moved on.

Ah Xiruo was sure that no matter what she asked, the scumbag would only play riddles with her, so she simply gave up and temporarily focused on Father Alai.

——Don’t underestimate the wisdom of a player ranked third on the combat power list!

——In the [Emerald] Continent, she is also a well-known high-player, okay!

"Father!"

"whats the matter."

The priest showed a surprised look at this time... He was not defensive, but rather approachable, which was very suitable for the priest's identity.

"How much do you know about this ancient nation?" Long Xiruo asked directly.

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?" Father Alai looked puzzled.

——NPC monsters, please stop being so nagging and hurry up and give me the information... It feels like work!

"You're bored and minding your own business, okay?" The Divine Dragon shrugged.

"Haha, what an interesting reason." Father Alai smiled, then scratched his head and said: "Let me think about it, where do we start talking about this ancient nation? By the way, this nation has What you believe in, guess what they believe in?”

Long Xiruo looked directly at the pillars carved from meteorites... In fact, he could vaguely see some basilisks with huge holes carved on the pillars.

She thought with a thought: "Could it be a snake?"

"This nation in ancient times really liked to be with snakes." Father Alai nodded and said: "They seem to have very superb skills in taming snakes. They not only let snakes be their companions, but even treat them as companions." They are very close as if they were their own family...but snakes are not something they believe in."

"What is that?" Long Xiruo frowned.

"Their king." Father Alai said seriously: "The king is supreme and the person chosen by fate. The king not only has the strongest body, the king even has incredible power. He is always young and always powerful. , is not only a king, but also a patron saint. According to legend, the king can also communicate with the souls of the dead, allowing the souls to stay briefly to comfort those who have lost their loved ones."

"Why are you standing up like a wizard, offering sacrifices or something?" Shenzhou True Dragon cooed at this time, "There are many people in the village.

"I don't know about that." Father Alai shook his head and said: "Legends always change over time, and subjective conjectures will also be processed with artistic elements. [Gumantong] This Planting things is very common in nearby villages, but who knows whether it originated from the legend of this nation? In the end, legends are just legends after all. If this king really has magical power, he can stay young forever , then he has survived until now? He should have appeared to protect the local villagers from being harmed by the war."

"Then why did this nation disappear later?" Long Xiruo thought for a while and said: "Since there is a king, it means there is a country. Although no country can prosper forever, there is always one A reason to die.”

"Because of greed." Father Alai said calmly.

"Human beings are all greedy." The Divine Dragon looked directly at Father Alai, "But what kind of greed will make a country with faith disappear?"

"Greed is just my guess." Father Alai smiled slightly at this time and said: "Greed is one of the original sins. Looking at the disappearance of most countries in history, it is just because of greed. As for whether this nation is Disappeared because of greed, I don’t know... After all, what I know is limited, and I am not a historian, so I can’t decipher too many things.”

"Really?" Long Xiruo waved his hand and turned away, "Thank you, Father, I have no problem...the time for gossip is over."

In fact, what ended was just the gossip time with Father Alai - the real dragon of China soon set his sights on the people accompanying the funeral procession and worked tirelessly to talk to every villager.

From not enjoying it to just wishing I could skip it.

"Ah...who invented such a thing as dialogue? The person who wrote the text deserves to be bald."

The real dragon, vomiting his bitterness, returned to Boss Luo.

After hearing this, Boss Luo smiled and said: "According to your logic, then all words and languages ​​are not necessary. What else can we rely on for communication between people?"

The Shenzhou True Dragon's dead eyes flashed and he said, "Confirmation look."

Boss Luo looked into her eyes without blinking.

"You...what are you looking at?"

Boss Luo still said nothing, just looked into her eyes silently.

Shenzhou Zhenlong rolled his eyes again in annoyance, "...you don't know what I'm thinking, do you still need to confirm?"

"Confirmed." Boss Luo withdrew his gaze at this time.

"What?" Long Xiruo subconsciously pricked up his ears.

"Miss Long, you must be angry lately." Boss Luo smiled slightly, then handed over a handkerchief, "Here."

Cross-green roots, black face... clenched fists.

She told herself not to be angry, it wasn't worth it.

"Yeah, I've really been on the rise recently!" The Divine Dragon sneered, turned his five fingers into claws, and grabbed a handful of air, "I wish someone could fry my skin, remove my bones, and reverse my internal organs. If it can be miserable... If you shout, it will be even more perfect.”

"It's terrible, it's terrible." Boss Luo walked away with a smile.

Zhenlong, who felt that he had won a victory, felt as if he had drank three bottles of ice-cold happy water in one breath, and his heart was filled with chills... Just when he looked back, he saw an old villager standing next to him while he was mourning.

"what?"

"If the Yin Fire is strong, I can help. Don't look at me like this, my body is actually..."

Then the funeral procession... was missing one person.

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Although there was one less person in the funeral procession, no one seemed to care... The mournful music of the funeral echoed in the dim forest.

The sound seemed to be resonating in the mountain stream. The echoes and playing overlapped, as if a human voice was whispering something.

"Screaming..." Long Xiruo listened intently, "It's really pitiful."

However, if it is just the experience brought by the game cabin, why...can you listen to this kind of sound that pervades nature?

"There's something I didn't tell you before."

"What." Long Xiruo stared at Boss Luo with an unhappy expression.

"Do you still remember [Dragon Evil]?" Boss Luo said with a slight smile.

The memory of the True Dragon of China was instantly drawn to the battle in Mount Tai... There, too many unforgettable things happened for her, "You mean..."

"I placed it in the [Emerald] Continent." Luo Qiu said softly: "Thanks to the existence of [Dragon Evil], the [Emerald] Continent will also form its own dragon vein... Miss Long, can you hear it? Some sounds, maybe it’s saying hello to you unintentionally.”

Shenzhou Zhenlong's little mouth opened slightly, and the night wind blew her long hair away. She put it behind her ears and looked at the sky, "Well, that guy also found his..."

——Ah...I can’t do it anymore.

——It has... completely, completely fallen.

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"Here we are, here we are! The ancestral land!"

Burial place.