"What's going on?" Looking at the surrounding scenery, Bedivere asked Lawrence: "This scenery should be reproduced according to Queeg's memory, right?"
"Yes." Lawrence replied, "That kid is good at cooking. Maybe he is from the cooking class in the army."
If that's the case, it makes sense. Bedivere remembered the food Queeg made for them, and it was quite delicious.
"Is this the scenery in the military camp five thousand years ago? Except for the shabby spots, it is no different from modern times." Lawrence looked around casually.
"Focus. Find Queeg first." Bedivere reminded. But Bedivere also doubted whether this was part of the military camp. Compared to the military camp, this place looked more like a slum.
"That's not right, boss." Lawrence said: "This is his subconscious, a place between dreams and reality. We did not find Queeg, but he found us."
"ha?"
"You will soon understand what is going on." The conjurer replied, holding the conjured fire in his right hand.
Bedivere did what Lawrence did, and the two of them seemed to be holding some kind of lantern, moving forward in the darkness.
"Hmm..." Someone seemed to be wailing nearby.
"Queg?" the werewolf young man called: "Is that you, Queeg?"
The other party didn't answer, as if he couldn't hear Bedivere's call at all.
With no other choice, the werewolf youth followed the sound and finally found a small black leopard under the stove. The little guy was skinny and had thick and rusty iron rings on his neck and legs. He should be a
Slave Bedivere didn't notice that this was Queeg at first. After all, Queeg's coat color was different from this kid. But he soon discovered that this "black" little leopard was actually just too dirty and covered in coal.
Ash and all kinds of dirt are what make it look gray and black.
He was crying and didn't hear Bedivere's call at all. Even if Bedivere walked in front of little Queeg, the child couldn't see the werewolf youth.
Really. "Let him find us" turns out to be this. This is Queeg's subconscious. Bedivere and the others are just intruders, as dispensable as illusions. They don't want to attract Queeg's attention.
Bedivere and Lawrence were nowhere to be seen.
"Quig, look here." Bedivere tried to reach out and touch the little leopard, but it was no use. His hand passed through the other person's body as if it penetrated the air. Or, conversely, he was the one
"Air".
"There is no use in contacting Queeg here. This is too long a memory to affect the present." Lawrence said: "Try to go to the next place. We must get to know our recent Queeg."
Only by contact with Queeg can he be awakened."
"Wait a minute, I want to know what's going on." Bedivere said, "This child seems to have been bullied badly."
"Slaves, of course." Lawrence shrugged and said, "Human slaves don't have human rights, and orcs are not even treated as human beings. Orc slaves have suffered miserably in any era, so it's not surprising that they are used to it.
.It’s best not to delve too deeply into the darkness in other people’s hearts. Everyone always has some past that they don’t want others to know.”
Bediwell was silent for a while: "You are right——"
"Sure enough, I'm hiding here." A figure suddenly walked in from outside, almost startling Bedivere. The figure should be a middle-aged man, but Bedivere couldn't see the other person's face at all, and the figure was shrouded in darkness and was
It's very demonized, it looks like some kind of troll, it's very scary.
"Get up. You haven't finished your work yet. Don't think that you can be lazy. Watch me beat you to death." said the scary figure. That should be Queeg's slave owner.
"Subconsciously, can people become so scary..."
"Of course, his fear has distorted the image of people." Lawrence replied: "Boss, we really have to leave here. Terrible things may happen next. The tragic experiences he has experienced will be revealed in
His subconscious was horribly magnified."
"...I understand." The werewolf youth escaped from this small kitchen-like room with Lawrence without looking back. The last thing he saw was the terrifying figure grabbing the little leopard's hair and hanging him up.
Get up. When they fled the scene, the child's extremely tragic screams and begging for mercy sounded from behind, and the surrounding walls were dyed red with blood.
Whether that was a memory amplified by Queeg's fear or whether it was real, only he knew.
They walked through a broken street and arrived at another scene. At this time, Leopard, who was a little older but still skinny, was being tied to some kind of torture rack. He had given up struggling and was "serving" with wounds all over his body.
"His master is doing some unsightly things.
"Oh, I don't need to see this..." Bedivere covered his eyes.
"Let's skip this." Lawrence quickened his pace.
"Of course." The werewolf youth trotted behind the spellcaster. There is a disadvantage in using spells to invade other people's subconscious. You never know when you will see the most embarrassing side of others.
"Push harder...master" before he could run far, Bedivere actually heard Queeg's voice behind him.
Is that guy's mind already broken at this age? Of course he can't help it, but... I always feel a little sad.
Passing through the same broken streets, and then the village road filled with blood. Everywhere was the scorched earth and black smoke left by the dragon attacks. The war has been colored in Queeg's memory, the color of sadness.
"Today you will replace my family and accept the recruitment of the army." The figure of the terrifying demon-like man said to the young leopard man in the cage: "Do it well. If you can come back alive, I will release you from your status as a slave."
, I’ll give you the Martian ration.”
"Can you promise me something, Master?" Queeg asked in a low voice in the cage: "Please don't touch Matt before I come back..."
"You know that's impossible." The devil-like man said: "Before this, you said you wanted to replace her, and you are indeed more fun than her. But if you are gone, where can I have fun? You are just tools.
That's it. Tools have no right to ask their owners to do or not do anything. If you really want to protect that sow, just win this battle and come back as soon as possible. If you can't even do this, what are you going to do with me?
Negotiate terms?"
The young leopard man fell into silence.
"It's not here either. Keep going forward." Lawrence urged. He found that Bedivere was very concerned about these details and repeatedly stopped to look at Queeg's memory.
"I'm sorry." The werewolf youth also felt that it was rude to do so, so he moved with Lawrence. Behind him came Queeg's wailing, as if he was being treated roughly by his master again.
"The amazing thing is that Queeg's memory is still so well preserved after thousands of years," Lawrence said while running on the path full of corpses. "What method do they use to preserve the human body? This is much more powerful than freezing technology."
Too much."
"Will freezing technology damage memory?"
"Yes, the process of freezing and thawing will cause huge damage to the brain nerves." Lawrence said: "Have you forgotten, boss? I used to be a guard in that underground research institute, and they also studied similar technology, but
Not mature."
"The Mohammed Business Group?" Bediwell recalled: "But aren't [Mohammed Business Group] and [Green Pharmaceutical Research] the same company? At least their backends are both [Academy]. Why are they the same
The technology needs to be studied and studied, wouldn’t it be a good idea to ask their boss to share the technology?”
"Maybe their backgrounds are different." Lawrence said, "Or maybe that kind of research has a profound meaning?"
This is quite intriguing.
"Soldier Queeg, report to the third squad of the 12th Company of the 7th Brigade of the 14th Division." In the previous scene, the dirty Leopard Man Queeg saluted in front of an officer in front of the military camp.
"Soldier? Did you make something wrong?" The officer said indeed: "We are short of cooks here, so you were assigned to the cooking class. You are not a soldier. Come and report to the cooking class.
,kitten."
"Follow, obey..." The young leopard man looked a little aggrieved. This was different from what he had promised.
"Where are the soldiers..." The human officer looked at Queeg coldly: "How can it be possible for you, a group of lowly and inferior races, to become soldiers and make military exploits."
He said it so blatantly.
"Relax. At least you don't have to go to the battlefield to fight. You can stay in the rear and survive. This war is so fierce. Many people want this kind of treatment from you, but they may not be able to get it."
Queeg didn't reply, and his eyes became even darker.
"Are you a new recruit?" The company commander in the army had just received Queeg and immediately smiled contemptuously: "Which family's slave are you from? Were you handed over to replace them for military service? You are so dirty. Go and wash yourself in the river next to it."
Take a shower and change your clothes."
"Yes." The Leopard Man young man replied: "But, where are the military uniforms...?"
"When you go to the cooking class, they will naturally give it to you." The other party said, "Then, come to my place tonight."
"……What?"
"Don't you know the rules, kid?" The company commander sneered: "The first thing the recruits who have just arrived here have to do is to serve their immediate superiors. You are from the cooking class, can you really do this?"
You think just cooking there will fulfill your duties, right?"
"What...what do you want me to do?" Queeg's expression changed.
"Do you really want me to clarify this matter, kid?" The other party licked his lips with his tongue: "The army is full of men. Where can the soldiers vent their strong energy? No one knows whether he will die tomorrow.
, it’s natural to enjoy yourself in time.—Go quickly, the night is still here.”
"Yes...obey, master...no, company commander..." Queeg walked out of the barracks in despair. The appearance of the faceless man behind him gradually changed again, turning into a terrifying shape like a demon.
"It's broken again..." Bedivere looked at all this and whispered.
"It seems that he always encounters this kind of thing. Should it be called misfortune or something..." Lawrence commented: "But being born as an orc is itself unfortunate. Either he survives in the Underdark, or he is treated as a beast in the human world.
Slave exploitation. The situation thousands of years ago is said to be even worse than it is now. Because of the indiscriminate attacks by dragons, there were not even that many orc settlements in the Underdark at that time, and it was almost an uninhabitable barren land. Humans would also periodically
We used to capture orcs as slaves."
"Why do you know this?" Bedivere asked.
"There are historical materials." Lawrence replied matter-of-factly: "Don't look at me like this, I used to work part-time in the library."
"Why do you have a part-time job everywhere..."
"Hey hey hey." Lawrence thought it was a compliment and laughed.
"Let's skip these memories in one go, boss." He added: "Queg has so many secrets that he doesn't want others to know. It's better to respect his privacy and not delve into it. I have a rough grasp of the distance. I will probably go further."
By running through a dozen scenes, we can reach the current location of Queeg's consciousness. Let him recognize us when we get there."
"Okay." Bedivere said. Bedivere can already guess what will happen next. Although he sympathizes with Queeg, it all happened a long, long time ago, and he can't be of much help. He might as well
Pretend you didn't see it.
"Hmm... it hurts... be gentle...!" While running past a certain scene, Bedivere vaguely heard Queeg's screams. The soldiers were violating his body like animals.
"Don't...!" He has always just accepted and lamented, without struggling. Being weighed down by the mountain of the system, struggling is useless.
"Run away?" Queeg seemed to be talking to someone, discussing becoming a deserter: "But, if he is caught..."
"No...!" As he exclaimed, in the next scene, something happened. He was arrested and then imprisoned in a deep prison.
"Tu...ge..." He stretched out his hand in the cage, as if he wanted to catch the mysterious man in the cage on the other side: "I'm sorry...for holding you back..."
When he said this, several hands stretched out towards him from behind, covered his mouth, and began to tear his body apart.
This place was like hell. Hell was never far away from him.
"We're here." Lawrence sprinted for a long distance and suddenly stopped.
What stood in front of them was a much more comfortable scene than the blood everywhere before.
That's right, this is the Dawn's medical room.
Those sad war scenes have long gone, and this is a peaceful world thousands of years later... at least for the time being.
The young leopard man Queeg was looking at his sleeping "brother" across the medical cabin.
"Tuge, after all these years," he whispered, "will you forgive me?"
"I don't want to kill you again." He said sadly. (To be continued)