Chapter 11: 4. The chosen lords, hurry up and create miracles_2
We violated the 'Avoidance Code' that every member of the Blood race has adhered to since the Holy Blood Pilgrimage. We stepped out from the shadows into the sunlight and shamelessly ignited a confrontation between civilization and the kingdom. Even the most tolerant Blood alliance knights won't take care of us anymore.
And yet this is the least of all the sins we've committed.
Let's go, little Murphy.
Pay no heed to the order that was plainly sent to have you killed."
These words were not something that the usually drunken wasteman king could utter, and they indeed surprised Murphy. He looked at Cui Si in astonishment.
The latter shook her head, signaling that he should say no more; then, without any hesitation, she turned and left.
She didn't give Murphy any chance to question.
Murphy mulled over these words of advice.
He watched Cui Si return to the main house, then get into her carriage, and in the tinkling of harness bells, she rapidly vanished into the desolate street at dusk.
He could feel the gaze from behind.
He knew Cui Si would definitely be seeing him off from the balcony, and at this moment, there was actually a sense of reluctance in Murphy's heart.
Although he had only been living here for a month, the experience was indeed memorable. After all, when had he ever suffered so much in his more than thirty years in the other world?
But that reluctance was true.
Lady Cui Si truly is quite a unique figure, and this final warning seemed to coat her with an even greater aura of mystery, prompting an endless surge of wild fancies in Murphy's mind. But...leave?
What a joke!
He wouldn't depart so wretchedly!
Even if he had to flee, he had to take Cui Si with him, although down and out in the Different World, Murphy doesn't owe anyone!
At that moment, on the balcony of the main house, Cui Si, standing in the shadows under the light of dusk, squinted her enchanting eyes and clenched her white fingers, wrapped in a handkerchief and obscured by her cloak, into a fist.
In a ruined courtyard where only one was left, she gritted her teeth and said softly:
"Really, does it need to go this far, Salockdale? Wasn't it enough to endanger his life by intentionally giving the boy the wrong summoning ceremony? You actually want him to be sent to his death again after barely surviving.
You really won't allow me to have anyone close, will you? You filthy old dog, frightened that I'll expose your despicable secret.
But you've already committed taboo!
I'm not going anywhere, Salockdale, I'll stay right here! I'll stay in this doghouse where you've kept me cooped up, and I'll watch with my own eyes as you and your family fall.
Heh.
It won't be long now."
When Murphy's coach disappeared beyond Cui Si's nocturnal Perception, she turned and walked back to her dim room with her cough becoming more severe, immediately spotting a piece of paper Murphy had left on the table with detailed steps on a "cooking strategy".
The strange handwriting made Cui Si shake her head.
She remembered that when she had picked this boy up on a snowy night over a year ago, his handwriting wasn't as messy.
Sigh. A fine young man, he's ended up being a fool because of his own messing.
Oh, Cui Si, Cui Si, you truly are a sinful woman.
She opened the noisy steam refrigerator with self-deprecating, seeing it filled with bread and half-prepared food. The boy must have bought so much food to prevent her from starving herself.
This boredom and warm worry made Cui Si roll her eyes again but, the next instant, she was surrounded by an indescribable strong sense of loneliness.
She could bear these things!
Just like how she lived alone and wildly for over a hundred years.
She really could!
She is firm enough and not a 500-year-old coward!
She could do all these things if there hadn't been such apportionment over the year...
"Ah, but in the end, I'm all alone."
A long sigh.
Disappears into the shadows.
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When Murphy was heading out of Cardman City to his doom, aboard a carriage with eight walking dead, there was a similar "big adventure" happening in another world.
Five college roommates were gathered around, watching "Gebao" with a screwdriver in hand, about to dismantle the black, somewhat high-tech-looking rounded helmet before him.
"Gebao" is none other than "Lead Dove", one of the two players who've just completed the first round of "Real Different World" game testing.
Yes!
It's the shorty, perverted guy who was trying to drop his pants in front of Murphy and was stopped.
"Damn, where do I start?"
Looked at the screwdriver in his hand and the "gaming helmet" in his other hand, the student who managed to land the prestigious title of 'dorm head' at a young age, said with a curled lip:
"There's not even a screw hole. Do I really have to crack this thing open with a stick?"
"Cut it out if you don't want to break; don't pretend!"
It had been four years of living together for the six roommates, how could they not see through Gebao's true thoughts. They teased:
"We all understand the excitement of getting a seemingly cool object. 'Son', play with the motorcycle helmet, we have no objection, just stop bragging that you've played such a realistic game.
We all filled out that bizarre game test application at the same time, right?
So why did only you get this thing?"
The glasses-wearing chubby kid grunted, pushed up his glasses in a "washing machine" fashion, and said with disillusionment:
"So, this is a prank you set up, isn't it? I knew that application interface was too crude. If such sophisticated virtual reality technology existed, they couldn't even make a decent webpage?"
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