The cysts and sores on the back of my neck were so tender that they seemed to be able to pop out with just a pinch.
Woody is in a very complicated mood now.
But he poked it with his finger.
It's soft, like marshmallows, and the back of my neck doesn't hurt at all.
Instead, the itching gets worse, as if it's prompting you to scratch it.
Woody put down his fingers decisively and ignored the call from the back of his neck.
His swept long hair naturally draped over his shoulders again.
Just like that, the aristocratic boy with a baby face sat cross-legged on the soft velvet quilt, leaned against the head of the bed, and began to think.
First of all, I can say goodbye to my dream of being the chosen one.
It's not that his perception is high, but that he has become a parasite of the spores of the "Corruption Mother Tree".
If he had scratched the pustule just now, pus and blood would have spattered onto his other skin.
The pustule will spread like spores until it finally turns into the perfect image of the "Corruption Mother Tree" that is loved by those followers of the "Profane Cult".
Woody shuddered when he thought of this. He never wanted to be like that.
Fortunately, this was only the early stage. Apart from the appearance of pustules, the side effects of the spores on him were not serious.
Just don't get hurt.
Because once injured, the wound cannot be recovered at all, and cysts and abscesses will quickly occupy the area, turning it into a piece of skin that is difficult to remove.
So the question is, when did you become infected?
He could remember that it was still 1191, and the Corruption Mother Tree was still wandering around in the form of a huge fiery red comet outside the Asenrant plane.
Except those plane scholars who study the astral world may know about the return of the Corrupted Mother Tree.
I'm afraid no ordinary person in this world would be interested in it.
After all, He appears every time for too long, only appearing once in nearly two thousand years.
Even if it causes appalling consequences, countless mortal races in the world and all life in the world will be wiped out and corrupted as a result.
But it will also be forgotten into the garbage heap of history.
Moreover, the landing plane and location chosen by the Corruption Mother Tree each time are random.
Even the prophecies of the gods can hardly capture His movements.
By the way, those "blasphemous cults" - Woody thought of it.
In addition to the Corruption Mother Tree, there is another kind of creature in the universe that will tirelessly spread His "perfect glory" - that is a group of intelligent creatures, mostly humans, who follow the "Corruption Mother Tree".
This group of "blasphemous believers" believe that the forms of gods are hypocritical.
The correct appearance of the flesh and blood body should be similar to the corrupted mother tree, which is the final form of all life and the greatest work of art.
Therefore, they will spare no effort to spread the glory of the Corrupted Mother Tree to all worlds.
Let the mortal things be infected and eventually become creatures like him.
It might as well attract the attention of the corrupt mother tree wandering in the star realm.
In this case, the former master's coma was also caused by them, just to injure him and stimulate the infection spores in his body.
Woody searched for the memories belonging to this body, pulling out recent memories one by one.
Then I learned that not long ago, the former owner walked home after school because he failed to catch the last carriage.
But he was attacked while passing through the alley of Heihua Street.
The man not only knocked him unconscious, but also took away his belongings.
At first glance, it looks like just an ordinary robbery, but as Woody, who occasionally makes a guest appearance as a "robber" in the game, it is.
The flaw was visible at first glance.
First of all, the Black Flower District is a street leading outside the city in the relatively affluent aristocratic district of Palermo.
Let alone seven or eight o'clock when school is over, there are city guards patrolling regularly even at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening.
Secondly, robbing a noble is a serious crime. Not only is he wanted throughout the city, but he will be hanged on the gallows the next day if he is caught.
If the plot is particularly bad, the priests of the temple will be asked for help - therefore, even the aborigines with normal brains and higher intelligence than Bailong also know that the benefits and risks are not proportional.
At that time, because of the freedom of "Saint", many novice players gave their first blood to it.
Woody also learned from the forum that the nobles among these aboriginal people were not easy to mess with.
On the contrary, it is much easier for the merchants who travel around various city-states and kingdoms to do business.
He's rich and won't get into big trouble easily. He's a mobile treasure.
The weak merchant immediately became a "best-selling item" in the minds of players at that time.
So that later almost every businessman in Asenland went out.
The fleet has to spend a sum of money to hire a group of players who call themselves "Holy Adventers" as bodyguards to go out, so as to reduce the risk of being robbed.
"Then it seems that an acquaintance committed the crime, so there are very few suspects."
Because he was fostered at his aunt's house, Woody didn't talk much either at the manor or at school.
He is very lonely, and there are not many people who can get close to him. After a little troubleshooting, the answer is obvious.
After searching Woody's memory, he came to this conclusion with little effort.
After all, the mastermind behind this conspiracy is still very immature, and has not dealt with many of the beginnings and ends. In addition, the time when the infection appeared, and the recent strangeness of the people around him.
Woody's mind naturally popped up with a name and a recent meeting.
That day seemed to appear before his eyes, and it was also an evening.
The sun sets in the west.
Woody was about to take the stage coach to leave after school when he heard a soft call.
Turning around, he saw an aristocratic girl wearing a pink palace dress holding a small umbrella at the gate of the majestic school with a bright smile.
It was she who stopped Woody.
Because she was practicing tea art at home recently, her father happened to bring back a piece of tea cake from the New World. She specially broke off some and brought it to school and asked him if he would like to have a taste of her craft.
The voice is crisp and the face is sincere.
I also asked him to pay attention to the temperature when pouring the tea, and taught him the etiquette of drinking tea. He must drink it slowly and carefully.
I glanced at her in my memory and saw that she was gentle, considerate and patient.
Therefore, although the taste was not good, he drank it and praised the tea cake for its pastoral flavor.
He had a high fever when he returned that day, but he still did not suspect her and only told his aunt that he had caught a cold.
She is Grandia Fakis Pike, a pretty and pretty baronet's daughter.
Not only was he his former master’s classmate in the academy, but he was also the one he liked.
In my memory, the previous owner also spent a lot of money given to him by his aunt Susan to win Grandia's heart.
But Grandia knew that Woody was not valued by the family and had no title of viscount.
Therefore, he always used the "pull" tactic with his former owner, whenever Woody wanted to express his feelings.
When Grandia feels the love is strong, she will take the initiative to chat with Woody alone, and then say classic quotes with a sad look on her face.
"My parents forced me to get acquainted with those aristocratic young men, but I didn't like them at all, and I didn't want to settle down so early."
"My dream is to become a woman like Aisha Bea, a writer, free from restraints, traveling across the continent with the people I love, and using a quill pen to write the most moving words in the world."
"If possible, I would rather not have this noble status and just want to be a commoner."
"Woody, you understand me, right?"
"You are so kind. You are the only one who understands me best in the world. Only you!"
"I don't know if I will have a chance to go with you then."
Grandia's smooth blond hair shines particularly brightly against the mottled light and shadow that shines through the botanical garden.
Above the magnificent long skirt, the delicate lips spoke.
The most touching hint in the world.
In this way, the former master weaved a spider web called "the future" in Grandia and became deeply entangled in it.
And I heard that Grandia went to attend the dinner dance of Count XX and Viscount XX.
She won't feel betrayed at all, but will feel even more pity and be twice as kind to her.
And every time the former master wanted to give up the pursuit, Grandia would give him a little sweetness.
For example, sending breakfast, or pretending to touch Woody's finger inadvertently, and then looking shy, made the former owner feel that he still had a chance.
Just like this, like this, like this, Woody has become the number one licker among Grandia's suitors.
"It's really poor Woody, she was toyed with and applauded."
Recalling the memory of the previous owner, Woody could smell the tea fragrance overflowing from Grandia's body through the void.
He could only say one thing about this.
“You can’t live in a house if you lick a dog!”
Although what attracts Woody to Grandia is the mature temperament she exudes and the lack of maternal love.
I also have the impulse of admiration when I was young, and I also understand the difficulty of letting go of the "sunk costs" after paying too much.
But in order to pursue a girl, I have given up all my dignity and bottom line.
Woody still thinks he deserves it.
True love should be about mutual attraction and mutual respect, not a rush of chasing each other.
Of course, the man has passed away, and it is useless to say more. He has already paid a heavy price.
Money, time, and...soul.
What Woody wants to think about now is how to solve the current dilemma caused by this body.
Although he started as a noble, he is now likely to be targeted by a group of cultists.
Once the seed has been planted, it must "hatch".
If escaping would only lead to passivity, he didn't want to play a cat-and-mouse game.
Therefore, what he can take advantage of now is that he is in the dark and those people are in the light.
Oh, since you like to be a hunter, you must be prepared to be a prey.
A sinister expression flashed across the young man's handsome face, but for some reason, the baby-faced sinister expression suddenly froze there.
Eyebrows are not eyebrows, eyes are not eyes.
Extremely weird.
But at this moment, Woody couldn't care too much because he saw a slow green "+1" symbol slowly crossing in the upper left corner of his field of vision.
This is……
"Character panel!"
There was no time to think, and Woody, who was shocked, immediately said silently in his heart.
