The core members of this guild all claim to be "descendants of loyal Chinese people living in the West." The president, Frenchman Frank Zhu, can even produce officially recognized genealogy and cultural relics to prove that he is a descendant of Emperor Jianwen.
With Frank as the core, this group of "descendants of martyrs" clamored all day long to restore China - to be precise, they wanted to "restore" a Ming Dynasty that had both Eastern and Western styles and aristocratic rule.
If this kind of remarks were to be made in China, they would definitely be severely suppressed - the Chinese people are innately sensitive to the issue of "imperialism"; but in Europe, this mysterious and aristocratic group is quite a bit...
market and has been sought after by many people.
Especially after the world is unified, people who have lost the pressure of life are somewhat spiritually empty. The Illuminati has received strong support from many young people who long for the age of knights and Eastern mysteries.[
when
As the four people went out one after another, there was a lot of discussion in the tavern.
"It's very interesting." In another corner, a brown-haired knight opened his eyes wide to show his surprise, "That guy Herman... I remember he is the heavy weapon in "Mount and Blade"
Knight, even if a horse collides with him, he can withstand it, but to be kicked so far... Today is really not in vain!"
"Davis, you are still as wicked as ever," a young man wearing a gorgeous black aristocratic outfit, with white hair and a haggard face, who was obviously overindulged, said with a smile while shaking a wine glass filled with blood-red liquid.
, "Herman is also one of our European aristocrats. Don't you feel a little sad to be beaten like this by an oriental boy of unknown origin?"
"Oh...yeah, I'm so sad, I'm so sad that I'm going to die!" Davis chuckled evilly, "Master Goethe, should you pay for mental damages for this?"
Goethe frowned, and two gray-black skeletons appeared between the two of them, with the bone ax in their hands pressed against Davis's chest and back.
"I don't like this kind of joke, Davis." The necromancer dressed like a noble said rudely, "and the relationship between us is not good enough to call each other by nicknames, and I don't intend to and
You become a close friend!"
Davis didn't seem to care at all about the two axes against him, and still smiled happily.
Suddenly, the sword flashed.
A short dagger suddenly appeared in front of Goethe's neck, catching the long sword swung by Davis.
"Calm down, everyone." The person who took action was a man covered in a gray robe. His English had a distinct Oriental accent. "If you want to fight, we will talk about it after the copy."
Davis curled his lips, put away the sword that almost killed Goethe, turned around and sat down to drink.
"In the name of Baron Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, I'm going to fight Rodament for a duel!" Goethe said coldly, "You must pay the price for the gift just now!"
"Are all nobles fools?" Davis ignored Goethe and said to Goethe, who was sitting next to him and drinking milk, "Herman is the same, and so is this... Sure enough, if you haven't mixed blood for hundreds of years, you can
Will it cause the deterioration of the bloodline?"
"Davis, please stop saying a few words!" The last person in the corner stood up to smooth things over, "You are the same, John. It's not like you don't know that he is hostile to the nobility, so why bother mentioning this..."
This person is a woman wearing a fiery red robe, about twenty-five or six, with a staggering bust and slender waist, slender legs and tall buttocks that made the men around her swallow their mouths.
But she obviously had great authority in the team. As soon as she opened her mouth, Davis and Goethe shut their mouths at the same time.
"Captain Alris, what do you think of the Oriental just now?" The girl drinking milk put down her wooden cup and raised her head, "Who is stronger, him or Herman?"
After hearing her teammates' questions, the female mage Alris laughed.
"Herman is asking for trouble this time." She said, "That Oriental guy... If I read correctly, the Illuminati's six presidents, five deputies and six presidents combined, can't defeat him!
"
"What?!" These words shocked all her teammates.
Alris raised his hand, and a screenshot of the game appeared in the air. It was an Eastern general riding a white horse, wearing silver armor, and holding a vermilion spear.[
"Cheng Peng, the strongest player in this game, just broke through to three stars this evening." She enlarged the screenshot of Cheng Peng's head and converted it into a close-up of his face. "Look, are they exactly the same?"
"Ah! That's the 'Training Scarecrow Slaughterer'..." Davis's eyes widened like pigeon eggs again, "Isn't that Captain your enemy?"
Alris's face turned slightly red, he shook his head and sighed: "I don't have good eyesight myself, how can I blame others?"
"There are exactly three of them." The man who was always covered in a gray robe said.
Although he was clueless, everyone understood what he meant.
The final boss of the sewer area, Rodament, is in an eight-player dungeon.
"I'm going to see how this top master fights!" Davis suddenly shouted, "I hope it's not too late!"
As he spoke, he jumped up, knocked down several people at once, and rushed out as if being chased by a tiger.
Unfortunately, what he saw was a scene he did not expect.
Judging from the traces on the ground, a battle once took place here, but the battle has ended long ago.
Herman, who had several wounds on his armor, was facing Cheng Peng at close range, but the gray-haired knight was not angry at all, but looked very happy.
"You are the real strong man!" He shouted at Cheng Peng, "You are exactly the person I am looking for!"
Although Cheng Peng had just fought with him or beaten him unilaterally, as the saying goes, "Don't hit the smiling man", Herman's attitude made him embarrassed to take action again.
"You are indeed a strong Chinese man. This is the first time I have met someone as powerful as you!" Herman seemed to have fallen into some kind of fanaticism, with a strange light shining in his eyes, "Powerful and mysterious...I
It’s decided! When our country is established, we will hand over the strongest secret armed force, Dongchang, to your command!”
There was a bang, and Levi, who was leaning against the wall of the tavern to watch the excitement, suddenly burst into laughter and hit his head against the wall behind him.
Cheng Peng's mouth twitched for a long time, and he finally suppressed his anger.
"Don't argue with a foreigner, they can't possibly know that the commander of Dongchang has always been a eunuch!" He said this to himself repeatedly to avoid going off and interfering without grace.
"What are you going to do? You're dragging people into "Darkness"..." Levi regained his breath and asked with a smile, "Isn't your headquarters in "Hero Enemy"?"
"Wrong!" Herman looked straight, raised his right hand solemnly, and pointed at the sky, "Everywhere the sun and moon reach is the territory of my Ming Dynasty!"
Within reach of the sun and the moon? Levi was stunned for a moment and looked up at the dark sky.
There were no stars, let alone the moon.
Seeing Herman's face full of matter-of-factness, Cheng Peng suddenly felt full of energy.
What is a fool? What is a lack of heart? What is a fool?
That’s it!
"I'm actually being more serious with a second-rate guy... It must be because during this period of time, I've been grinding out dungeons every day, and because I have a language barrier with other players, I can only wait for subtitles... I've accumulated too much pressure..."
He sighed, ignored Hermann who was standing solemnly like a marble statue, turned around and walked slowly into the tavern.
"Wait a minute! I haven't finished speaking yet!... Oh, I understand! Anyone who has the ability likes to refuse recruitment. This is called 'several opportunities are not forthcoming'. To be more serious, I heard the invitation to go out and so on.
You also need to clean your ears...the style of a celebrity! This is the true style of a celebrity! I am so touched! Sure enough, only pure Chinese descendants can have such a natural style of a celebrity!"
With a bang, the door of the tavern was closed again, and Herman, who was still yelling: "Mr. Kong Ming, we will definitely come to visit again..." and other nonsense, was stopped outside.
"It's really hard today." Cheng Pengli said.
"Yeah, carry it!" Levi was also very strong, "I thought there was a fight to be had, but I didn't expect that I was an idiot..."
"It's more serious than an idiot. That's called paranoia. They are completely immersed in their own world." Cheng Peng shook his head and was about to log off when his eyes flashed, but there was another person.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Cheng, who is ranked number one in the world?"
I'm quite sick today.
I don’t know whether it was because my son kicked off the quilt when I was sleeping last night and I caught a cold, or because the milk I drank in the morning went bad, or because there was something wrong with the food I ate at the noodle stall in front of my workplace. In short, I started to feel sick at about ten o’clock in the morning.
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Fever, dizziness, diarrhea.
I took a nap at noon, but the situation didn't improve.
It wasn't until I had all the poops that could be done, and I went for infusions after get off work, that I managed to regain a little strength...
This is the first update today, I hope I can get a double update in time...
