"Hi."
A low voice of greeting then sounded on the street not far from Duan Qing. Inside a certain dignified tavern called Common People, Feng Chui Mai Lang, who had left the place, was also pushing away with his big package on his back.
He opened the door inside the tavern and at the same time said hello to a man who was sipping inside the door: "I knew you were still here."
"Ah, it's brother Mai Lang!"
Before the man could react, another purple-haired little girl sitting in the private room jumped up from the other side of the wine table: "Brother Mai Lang is finally back! Hurry, help Bao'er say
Let’s talk about this brother! He has been drinking for a whole day!”
"Don't blame your brother, he is just waiting for someone." He smiled and unloaded the package behind him on the ground. Feng Chui Lang replied with a smile: "Drinking is the best way for men to kill time, isn't it?
"
"That's right, and..." Putting down the wine glass in his hand, the man sitting there did not waver in his expression or eyesight: "How could I leave so easily if I didn't get what I wanted?"
"I thought you had given up too."
Sighing and shaking his head, Feng Chui Mai Lang, with a smile on his face, swaggered and sat opposite the man: "Well... rather, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."
"Such a big thing has happened. I can't just ignore it." Playing with the small wine glass in his hand, the man replied in a low voice: "In the past, I was indebted to that person for taking care of him. If I don't take good care of his descendants,
How?"
"Originally, I was thinking of gathering the four of us to do a thorough summation, but now it seems that this is no longer necessary."
He grabbed the wine glass from the opponent's hand and poured out a little of the wine from the wine bottle placed in the middle of the wine table: "Is there no problem over there?"
"Of course not. The people in Chihun know my true identity." He smiled and pushed back the head that the purple-haired little girl stretched out. The man with a black bandage on his hand replied with a smile: "
And given the current situation, they probably won’t worry about anyone causing trouble.”
"Okay, let's let it go for now."
He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. A serious light flashed in Feng Chui Mai Lang's eyes: "I have also roughly investigated the cause and effect of the matter. Sure enough, all the contradictions still lie with the prince, nor with the prince."
I know what kind of stupidity this future member of the Fleur Empire made to cause so much trouble on Tania’s side..."
"Is that true?"
"I heard this story from channels in the underground world. If the source is... let's just say it's one of our own."
After spitting out a mouthful of turbid alcohol, his gaze lingered for a while on the little purple-haired girl who was glaring at him angrily: "But there has been an accident on Wiesel's side, and the rest
There is still some truth and falsehood in people that we can no longer confirm, so"
"Fat Yang Yang shouldn't have any problems, at least from Chi Hun's point of view." After answering the other party's question in advance, the man shook his head deeply: "But you know I want to
That's not what you're asking about."
"Are you referring to the news that the miners handed over?" He knocked his wine glass heavily on the wine table and replied with a smile, "This is what I want to say next."
"oh?"
"I hope you can go and see it for yourself."
Pointing to the direction he came from, Fengzhu Mailang whispered towards the entrance to the dark alley that led to and from the underground world: "He seems to be wary of a series of my previous actions and doesn't want me to continue to follow."
He died, so we have to find someone to take over."
"Even someone like you who is the best at acting can't do it, and I'm afraid I can't do it either." He pulled the bandage on his hand hard with both hands, and the man shook his shoulders that were gradually getting stronger: "And"
His words paused for a moment, and his eyes moved to the side of the purple-haired little girl who was looking at them with wide eyes. Feng Chui Mai Lang, who was also looking at all this, then smiled and shook his head.
, his face became much brighter: "Haha, Bao'er is still as cute as ever! Don't worry, you can take her with you."
"They are very strong." He gestured in the direction of the dark alley: "Ensuring safety should not be a problem."
"..."
A look of interest gradually flashed across his eyes, and the mysterious man's fists gradually clenched together: "Strong? How strong?"
"I knew you would be more interested in this." Pouring another glass of wine, Feng Chui Lang laughed and completely collapsed on the sofa behind him: "Go, Brother Scrap Iron."
"Since he has always regarded himself as the most unwilling to admit defeat among us four losers, he probably won't admit defeat under such a legend."
He waved his hand and didn't care at all as the tall man walked out of the room with the little girl. The two elongated shadows, one large and one small, which were completely inconsistent, also disappeared among the drinkers coming and going.
After entering the street, they slowly walked towards the direction of the dark alley in the south. The figure belonging to Duan Qing had already hugged the body of Ningyu Ninglan and stopped at the entrance of the alley they wanted to go out of.
, his gaze had been stationary in place for a long time. He seemed to be waiting for something before he frowned for a while, and then slowly walked to the corner of the street where the figure he was looking at was:
"Why don't you speak? Me"
"I thought you had been following us."
Like a beggar wandering among the slums of Tania, a ragged and listless player appeared in Duan Qing's sight. If it weren't for his identity as a fellow player, he could see it.
When Duan Qing heard the opponent's name, he couldn't even distinguish the figure from this dark and desolate scene. It seemed that he didn't hear the voice calling him. The player named Hunting Demon didn't even notice for a long time.
Lifting up his scar-covered horse face, the dull eyes that occasionally appeared between the scattered hair even made Duan Qing have some doubts about his own judgment: "What's going on? You don't
Has he really fallen to this level?"
"...Are you also familiar with one of my old enemies?"
The indifferent reaction finally changed. The beggar player named Demon Hunter shifted his gaze slightly: "If you want revenge, please queue up, and I have nothing else to hand over here."
"Is it true that the tiger has fallen into disgrace?" Duan Qing's frowned brows deflected again: "How did you end up in such a situation?"
In the rustling rain curtain, the eyes of the two people slowly looked at each other, and the beggar-looking Demon Hunter who raised his head began to look dull as time went by.
It became clearer and clearer, and finally it stopped at the maid held in Duan Qing's arms: "Secret language Ninglan? How is it possible? She is not, shouldn't she be already?"
Suddenly closing his mouth, Demon Hunter's eyes suddenly fell on Duan Qing: "Wait, who are you?"
"You turned the problem back to me so quickly." After a few helpless smiles, Duan Qing slowly put the weak body he was holding aside: "But judging from your reaction just now, you
He seems to know what happened to Ninglan."
"Is it because of the recent relationship with the Duan family?" He asked the other party with a smile, but there seemed to be no smile in his eyes: "What has that old thief been doing recently?"
"……It is you."
As if he suddenly understood the identity of the gray-robed magician in front of him, the beggar-like Demon Hunter suddenly widened his eyes: "I'm afraid you are the only person in the world who dares to call that guy Duan Qingnian an old thief.
One."
"So what? Isn't he still outside now?" Duan Qing pointed to the other person's chest: "Look at your appearance now, are you going to become the leader of the Beggar Clan?"
"It would be great if this is really the case. At least the gang leader still has some strength." Demon Hunter sighed and replied: "And I am a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing, and now I can't even be called an ordinary gang member."
"How is it possible? You were the boss of the Demon Paradise." Duan Qing replied in a low voice: "Even without the support of the guild, your personal strength is still the same."
"Stop talking."
After interrupting the other party's words sternly, Demon Hunter's expression and tone became silent again: "Those things have passed, and now I am just a useless person."
"……What on earth happened?"
"It doesn't hurt to tell you now. I'm of no use to those people anyway."
Moving his body with difficulty, Demon Hunter said in a sad voice: "The Knights Templar have been creating characters who can control the sword of mind. They have never given up the idea of dominating the entire virtual world. As the research progresses, this
The purpose is getting closer and closer, becoming more and more real.”
"Due to a series of early failures, I was thrown into the research department to serve as an experimental subject." Speaking of which, he buried his head deeply: "Then...it became what it is now."
"The experiment failed?" Duan Qing asked in surprise: "What experiment are you doing? Is it the one three years ago..."
"That's right, because that was the only clue left in this world after you disappeared voluntarily." Demon Hunter let out a hollow laugh: "It's really sad. Everything that the people who have been ostracizing and despising have finally become what they fight for.
Is there anything more deplorable than this in this world?"
"They actually didn't hesitate to do this."
Biting his teeth, Duan Qing then set his sights on Demon Hunter again: "Let alone forcibly using the Intention Sword, even if it is to disable the safety device to increase the permeability of the nerve connection, the damage to the player will be
It is also very huge and irreparable damage.”
"Yes, it is indeed irreversible."
Lifting his arms with difficulty, Demon Hunter showed his skinny hands to Duan Qing: "Although I have not turned into a vegetative state like the previous case, my nerves have also been highly atrophied.
The strength of the muscles and the reflexes of the brain seem to have aged for decades..."
"Will injuries in the real world be reflected in the virtual world?" Duan Qing said sadly: "You should stop playing the game and go to the hospital to take a good rest."
"The medicine of this generation can indeed cure this kind of neurological pain, but it will cost a lot of money." Demon Hunter let out a self-deprecating laugh: "And I am an abandoned son abandoned by them.
Do you think I have the ability to enjoy such treatment now?"
"They wouldn't be so kind." As if Duan Qing didn't need to answer, the ragged beggar then waved his hand with difficulty: "Now I can only lie here, lying here is the only thing I have
You deserve to lie down on the street."
"I have to say that you gave up too early." Duan Qing sighed slightly and looked at the depressed back of the other party and said in an indifferent voice: "Becoming stronger is not the only reason for us to stay in this virtual world. You still have
There are many other things that can be done.”
"If there weren't so many people seeking revenge and settling scores behind me, I might consider it." Demon Hunter's voice came muffled from behind his crouched figure: "You don't even know that I have been here for a long time.
What exactly have you experienced?"
"Three years have passed, so I can still guess something." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, Duan Qing withdrew his gaze from the other person's body, and the body squatting aside followed.
He also supported the body of Anyu Ninglan and sat in the corner beside him, looking at the rain curtain above his head with sighing eyes: "But since they are all the fallen people of Tianya, those words of comfort have no effect now, since
in this way"
"How about we make a deal."
His eyes did not deflect in any way, and a hint of thought flashed through his ordinary gaze: "I won't say those hypocritical polite words. The feuds and hatred between us are not as important as the same situation we are in now.
So I will give you some help within my ability, at least... to help you get along better in the game world."
"Looking at your appearance, you should have deleted your account and started practicing again." Demon Hunter paused for a moment and his voice came back in a muffled voice: "Where do you get the capital to put forward such a condition?"
"Don't look at me like this, I also have a guild now." Duan Qing patted his chest: "The name is Qingling Adventure Group. It is somewhat influential in the Fleur Empire. I'll wait for you.
After you are sent to the empire, Emperor Drenir should also give you some good looks."
"The condition... is all the information you know about the Knights Templar."
He looked at the motionless beggar's side and suggested with a smile.
"How's the deal?"
This chapter has been completed!