The meeting under such circumstances seemed a bit unexpected, especially since I disappeared for six days after the successful defense of the Dragon Valley.
Judging from their appearance, they must have received some mission from the city lord Fatty. Just now, the two of them were whispering and seemed to be discussing something when they came out. But when they saw me, I don’t know if their attention was diverted or if it was intentional.
He avoided me and suddenly stopped talking.
I raised my hands slightly embarrassed and said with a smile: "Long time no see!"
But Crazy Qiao walked over with a happy expression as if nothing was wrong: "Where have you been these past few days? Why haven't I seen you online?"
He asked this as if I have a good relationship with him. You must know that the Qing Gang suffered heavy casualties in the defense battle of Sleeping Dragon Valley. It is not known how long it will take to recover the levels and equipment lost in this battle.
I know that Uncle Jiangtang will announce my identity tomorrow. Even if he doesn't say it tomorrow, he will make it clear in the next few days. Crazy Qiao will definitely know my identity by then.
Thinking of this, I hesitated a little whether I should tell him now.
Just when I was hesitant to say something, Yu Ruoxi said from the side: "President, we still have very important things to do!"
Crazy Qiao laughed and said: "Carmen03, you are indeed a rare talent! I am determined to be your friend! On the battlefield, we are enemies who fight to the death, but after leaving the battlefield, I hope we can still
Friend!" He said and extended his hand warmly.
His behavior actually made me feel that I was worrying too much. Public is public and private is private. Some people can tell the difference so clearly.
I also stretched out my hand, shook it and said with a slight smile: "Actually, we have always been friends!"
I meant these words deeply, but to Crazy Qiao it sounded like forgetting the past, he laughed out loud and said, "Sure enough! Brother Lin, I still have something to do, see you later!"
“See you later!”
I said and looked at the clerk. He still had the same cold expression, as if he was not flustered by the lie he just told.
I didn't pay much attention to him and ran straight towards the city lord's fat man's dormitory. I've been here more than once and I'm already familiar with it.
The city lord, the fat man, still saw me, but he said very coldly: "Are you here?" He turned around and sat down on the high king's chair.
I couldn't help but wonder, I wasn't in Silver Moon City during this period of time, could it be that I had offended him somewhere?
However, my mind was spinning, and I quickly thought of the Sleeping Dragon Valley, and from the Sleeping Dragon Valley, I thought of Fort Prince. The defenders of Prince Castle are now occupied by the bandit series of flying red scarves.
The closer distance between me and Prince Prince is naturally equivalent to deviating from the camp of the city lord Fatty.
This game just has too much freedom, which is originally a good thing, but sometimes it can turn into a bad thing.
For example, with camp selection, players can choose a certain camp to join, which can even affect the final outcome of the war and lead history to an unknown destination.
I'm afraid, the city lord Fatty knew about my relationship with Prince from some channels, so his current attitude is very displeased.
This gives me a bit of a headache!
However, neither my fiefdom nor the armor shop were taken over, which shows that he is just suspicious or displeased, but it has not yet reached the level of trust collapse, and there is still room for recovery.
So I said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I last saw you. I came back and came here specifically to see you!"
The city lord, the fat man, snorted coldly, "What's so good about it? I won't die!"
I couldn't help but bring up the NPC friendliness panel to see how low the friendliness of this fat city lord was towards me, and how indifferent he was.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. I was just cold. Could it be that he was so cold.
If this continues, I'm afraid I will become disgusted.
I felt a chill in my heart. This is not a good sign! So much money has been invested in my fiefdom. If the fat city lord takes it back with just one word, I will still have to pay for my underwear. Of course, you can also use it to rob it.
, it’s just that we have to face the attacks of hundreds of thousands of NPCs and various knights. This kind of thing...
Forget it!
"Let me ask you, are you very close to that red flying scarf?" the city lord, the fat man, said with an unhappy look on his face.
Although I was mentally prepared, I didn't expect him to ask so directly.
And regarding this issue, I haven’t thought about what choice I should make for a while.
On the one hand, there is the fat man, the city lord, who has been kind to me, and it is because of him that I have the title and everything I have today; on the other hand, there are the survivors of the pre-Qin Dynasty who uphold national justice.
I clearly remember when the Jin soldiers entered the customs, how many people would rather cut off their heads than keep their pigtails; but when the Qing Dynasty was overthrown, how many people would rather cut off their heads in order to keep their pigtails. People are so strange.
When you are used to a certain kind of life, and this kind of life is changed, you will find it unacceptable, because it completely subverts all your past perceptions.
For the Chinese in the late Qing Dynasty, having braids seemed to be a symbol of Chineseness, because it was fundamentally different from the foreigners, the British and the French.
I now begin to hate Tianhen's free choice system, because this choice actually puts me on the fire of national justice and puts me in a dilemma.
The world is safe and sound, and it will live up to the Tathagata and the Lord!
But when it came to the fat city lord, I instinctively nodded sincerely.
"Confused!" the city lord, the fat man, shouted angrily, striking the table and getting up, "Then you know their purpose?"
I still nodded and said nothing.
At the same time, I was still fighting fiercely in my mind, what should I choose?
The fat man of the city looked at me coldly, "Did you know that just by virtue of this, I can cut you into pieces!"
I still nodded slowly. I knew that the city lord, the fat man, still cared about his old relationship, otherwise he would have been reduced to civilian status during my absence, and it would have been good if no arrest warrant was issued.
"Humph, now you tell me your choice!" The city lord Fatty said coldly, "If you want to choose to side with the rebellious ministers and traitors, I won't force you, but you have to be mentally prepared!"
Finally, he forced me to make a choice.
He will not give gentle teachings like Baldwin gave to Baron Ibelin. This is the fat man's usual style.
In fact, I really hope that at this time he can give me some hints or give me some reasons, so that I can feel that it is logical or guilt-free.
However, life will never make you fully prepared before letting you choose. It will always appear in front of you unexpectedly like now, and you must choose one of them.
And I have to choose one of them. Although I also have the difficulty in choosing syndrome like Zeng Xiaoxian, and I have been procrastinating for a long time, but now I have to give an answer.
