0348 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 54)
The big man became anxious when he heard it. He pulled his neck and shouted: "Note? Did you get the same thing? Or was it you who put this thing into my hand?"
Do you hear this being said in human language? The Royal Court of Vanbaia? Challenging the rules? The game should... oh my tongue."
As a modern person who comes from an earth somewhere in the universe, it stands to reason that even if you don’t believe it or accept it for a while, you should still have some idea about things like time travel.
But if this person is a poacher who has lived on the grassland all year round and is interested in popular culture... no, he has not even graduated from junior high school, then it is another problem.
The young woman was stunned. She didn't expect that the idiot in front of her actually dared to read out the contents of the note. Even the other church explorers in the hall who had been recruited were all frowning and dumbfounded.
Of course, there are also some mixed in there, like seeing the world for the first time, looking around in panic, wandering around with doubts and curiosity.
The big man spat out bloody spit, apparently biting his tongue while speaking.
He said something bad, and looked around as if he was afraid that he would not attract more people's attention. He paced and then started to read to the parchment in his hand: "Should..."
As a result, before I finished reading the first word, the sand boots on my feet actually slipped on the smooth hall floor, and I fell down directly.
"Shut up!" the young woman screamed, grabbing her hair.
In the corner of the hall, two young men looked at the big man's fate and their necks shrank, and they felt pain all over their bodies. One of them, a boy with glasses who looked very well-behaved, said weakly:
"Sister, if you let such a stupid new guy blow himself up in front of the n-pc, wouldn't it have a negative impact on our next game challenge? Should we deal with him secretly?"
"Don't add unnecessary trouble," beside the two teenagers, a short-haired woman wearing a tight leather jacket that highlighted her toned figure said coldly:
“Exposing the information of the Lamarck game, the identity of the candidate, and any related secrets in the restricted game world will trigger the game rules of ‘Unrecognized Unreasonable Phenomenon’, thus automatically erasing the impact.
Now it’s not even clear whether this is a cooperative or competitive game. What if you attack newcomers rashly and directly incur random degradation penalties?
Even in a competitive game where there is no punishment and you can get rewards for killing your opponents, rashly exposing your strength will only make more teams join forces to deal with us. And the mentally retarded team can make full use of our actions to make arrangements.
And if he insists on continuing, we will not be the first ones to have a headache. Naturally, there will be impatient fools to deal with such a mentally retarded newcomer, such as the team itself, who has been assigned to such a newcomer for eight lifetimes.
Don’t forget that you are now the trainee priests of the Church of Sleeping Crime, otherwise you will be the next one to end up like this.”
This is an old acquaintance that both Zhen Cheng sisters can recognize at a glance. In the only experience of being involved in the hidden space, that is, the Lamarck game, by the apostle's conspiracy, apart from the two of them, the short-haired girl was the only one who survived.
Following the short-haired woman's words, there was a luxurious chandelier on the roof that was as big as a banquet table.
This thing fell from the sky and hit the big man hard. It didn't hurt him even a hair, but it scared him so much that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
This poacher is just uneducated, not really stupid. As soon as he opens his mouth, he will cause "supernatural events" one after another. No matter how brave he is, he will calm down and try to use his brain, right?
It's a pity that he no longer has time to think about it.
Gu held the poacher's big man's cheek with his white and tender palms, causing his frightened pale face to reveal a hint of confusion.
Then, these soft little hands held the big man's head tightly like a lover and began to rotate, slowly but firmly.
It was like being sucked into a mechanical lathe, with no resistance. This was the last thought in the big man's mind.
The young woman twisted not fast at all, but the big man was stunned and couldn't even scream.
The next second, there were screams. Those who screamed were all the guys who looked around nervously before. In other words, they were the new candidates for the Lamarck game.
The captain of the private security force next to the count was also shocked. Although there was no royal law in the lower city, killing people on the street was not their business, and the four major gangs had to deal with it internally.
But right now, these are all church forces. If placed on earth, this would be equivalent to the diplomatic dinner held by country a. The minister of country b pulled out a gun and killed the ambassador of country c in public...
Since Count Consley wanted to drag all the church forces into the water, he had naturally made arrangements to separate the receptions for the forces that might start a war with each other without saying a word.
The church people in the same hall were so normal two hours ago, so why are these guys now acting like they are possessed by evil spirits?
The private guard captain broke out in cold sweat.
Although most of these church figures are not ambassadors at the moment, and are at most peripheral personnel of legitimate intelligence agencies. But if they kill people in public at a public meeting convened by the Parliament, there is too much to write about.
He was about to open his mouth to accuse and control the situation, but when he heard the light sound of fingers standing upright behind him, he immediately restrained himself and shut his mouth.
"An unreasonable phenomenon that is not recognized..." Count Consreimu, who was gorgeously dressed, with sunken eye sockets and skin as gray as a corpse, rubbed his forehead with one hand and tapped the stone pillar on the platform at the end of the hall with the other, murmuring:
"Is it a coincidence that I was involved in the Lamarck game in the unified universe?"
Then, he whispered in a voice that only the private captain could hear: "Let them go. These people are not the church's expedition team, but they are desperadoes that you cannot handle.
Xiacheng District... let them do what they want. Soon, these people will either die or disappear out of thin air for no apparent reason, and they will no longer be a trouble for us."
In the aristocratic class of the unified universe, Lamarck Games, Blood Candle Keep, Paradox...these taboo-like mysterious things in the underlying universe are not real secrets.
Count Consreimius, who generally understands the rules of Lamarckian games, naturally understands the hidden condition of "there is no fatal situation in Lamarckian games".
In other words, he suspected that if he took action here, the private security forces around him would most likely not be able to defeat the large group of candidates in front of him.
Originally, he just came to deal with the internal disputes between his gang leaders and see if the legendary relic weapons were profitable, but it turned out that this matter seemed to be more complicated than he initially suspected.
As the Speaker of the House of Commons who essentially governs the Lower City, Count Constable already regrets getting involved in this trouble.