32. Smallville: Sheep Sheep
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Her breathing stopped, her heartbeat stopped, and the woman fell straight down like a robot that suddenly lost power, and her sword hit the ground with a clang.
—Aria fell face down into the arms of Mother Earth.
The wind from the fight blew the grass all over the place, and blood beads of varying sizes were stuck on the leaves, some of which were from Aria and the man dressed like an owl.
The grass tips poked her face, and the farmer fell in the bloody grass, like a brave man who fell into eternal sleep after fighting a beast... In order to prevent the other party from pretending to be dead and attacking, Lincoln March raised his hand again, aimed the weapon at the heart, and penetrated it by an inch.
The farmer remained motionless.
“…” Whether it was a sudden illness or something else, the mistake eventually took the woman’s life.
He was not in good condition either. His heart and lower back were both cut by the sword, leaving wounds of varying sizes. One of his vital points was penetrated several inches by the sharp blade of unknown origin.
The moonlight was cold, and the blood oozing from the wound flowed like a dim stream. The man had to bite open a capsule to extract the powder to stop the bleeding. Faced with this easy victory, Lincoln March found that he was not as happy as he had imagined.
Since gradually approaching the top level, March rarely took on such tasks anymore - the court had a fairly abundant reserve of claws, and even if they were used and discarded like disposable commodities, it would be enough for them to survive for decades like this.
Claws cleared out enemies, claws sent fear, and the court built their lair under the stack of these humanoid weapons. His glamorous identity would not be put out to take risks for the time being - his value as Lincoln March was much greater than being a claw, and everyone in the court had their own scale in their hearts.
But this time was different, this time he offered to replace a claw to work for the court.
According to the original plan, after the "accidental" death of the previous mayor, Lincoln March will step onto the stage prepared for him in the court as the new mayoral candidate and appear in front of the people of Gotham.
He is related to the financial industry, a wealthy man, an approachable and public-spirited philanthropist. When he got the shell named Lincoln March, he realized who the court wanted to model his campaign persona on.
——Bruce Wayne.
The surname Wayne is actually quite fascinating. No matter what the person's name is, or what myths and allusions it originates from, the pronunciation of the surname Wayne will inevitably make the speaker's mouth curl up, as if smiling - just like Gotham's attitude towards this family. Even if those in the court spoke of Wayne with contempt and mockery, and talked about the many absurd actions of Wayne's current sole heir, on the surface, they still greeted him with smiles, and pronounced each "Wayne" with a smile.
The more this happened, the more Lincoln March felt how deep Wayne's roots were in this city.
...The fire of jealousy in my heart burned even more fiercely.
He wished he could cut the fire open from his chest so that it could start from Wayne's roots deep in the city, spread all the way to the manor and the company, and burn them completely.
He will rise from the ashes as the true final heir and lead the family into a new life. He will never be like Bruce Wayne who is mediocre and doesn't even realize that an owl has already nested in his house.
"Actually, you should thank Bruce Wayne."
The old lady wearing an owl mask gently shook the wine glass. She was old, and it was her habit to drink a glass of fine wine of good origin and vintage in the evening to invigorate her blood vessels.
The light from the ceiling shone through the wine glass, casting a hazy glow on the old man's face. If this was a dream that lasted too long, Lincoln March would actually be willing to wake up immediately.
The wife sipped her red wine. "Given his qualifications, if he wanted to run for mayor, I'm afraid our chances of winning would be slim."
Lincoln March wanted to snort, but the man in reality picked up the wine vessel brought by the waiter and poured another glass for the embodiment of power in front of him, whose half body was about to be buried in the ground.
He began his learning journey using Wayne as a model, and within a week, he had already seen initial success: "With you here, everything will be fine."
…
If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will usually happen.
That day was the first time Lincoln March saw the lady lose her composure. She barked like a poodle and swept the exquisite silver candlesticks on the dining table to the ground. If she had not been concerned about the presence of some members, he had no doubt that Mrs. Owl would have called the congressmen she knew and asked them to explain what had happened and why a person with no background had finally won the victory.
But the matter was settled. After venting her anger, the lady quickly calmed down and gave him a new task that was as difficult as running for mayor.
Madame wants him to join the hunt for the new mayor of Gotham and become another pair of eyes for her on the front lines.
Lincoln March felt that this was far from enough.
Many people in the court expressed dissatisfaction with the previous action. They believed that the failure of the plan might be related to his candidacy. There were undercurrents of voices wanting to replace him, which forced Lincoln March to prove himself more - to prove that he was still useful and that both his brain and claws were still unstoppable.
So he stood here and took on the role of intercepting the new mayor's bodyguards.
…
Lincoln March had planned everything, but he hadn't expected that this woman could pull out a weapon at any time, nor had he expected that she was so skilled in using cold weapons.
When he saw him at the banquet, he secretly lamented that the new mayor had hired a new bodyguard who knew nothing - not only did he let the protected target leave his sight, but he also wandered around alone and dug earthworms in Wayne's garden.
Unnecessary kindness will only make the new mayor die earlier than the previous one, and an unsuitable weapon is worse than bare hands.
However, he has now changed his mind a little.
Some tribes with a cannibalistic tradition in the past believed that by eating part of their enemies, they would possess their enemies' abilities and courage.
Lincoln March didn't think too much about it. He just obeyed his instinct and half-knelt. He took off his tactical gloves, dipped his index finger in her blood and put it in his mouth.
His mouth was filled with a sweet and fishy smell, which didn't seem to be the same as his blood... but it would soon be close.
Lincoln March smiled faintly under the mask, and it was a little creepy because he looked so much like another person.
The Court of Owls would have new claws, but that was only an appearance—in reality, he would have claws of his own.
"I have completed my mission." He sent a request to the court through the encrypted channel: "My court, please allow me to bring you a more handy weapon..."
However, as if deliberately going against him, Lincoln March had just finished speaking when the straight corpse in front of him swayed left and right like a soap bubble blown out in the summer, creating a hazy illusion, and then lightly shattered.
!
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Smallville, Kansas, six o'clock.
When Aria woke up from the simple single bed, she was still not used to the different light brightness here than in Zuzu City - even though it was only six o'clock in the morning in Smallville, the light coming through the window was much better than on a rainy day in Zuzu City.
The farmer opened the window and even smelled the long-lost fresh air. She took a greedy breath, feeling the mixed scent of grass and soil, and once again felt like she was playing a farm game.
Zuzu City is definitely not a livable city! Not only is the lighting poor and it's always rainy, not to mention the intrigues among the people in the city, but there were even people chasing and beating someone up in the middle of the night, dragging her until she passed out at two o'clock!
The thought of that jerk farmer who'd attacked people in the middle of the night filled her with hatred. She secretly vowed to herself that when she caught him, she'd build him a slime hut and lock him in there! She'd keep him locked up with nothing but a fence between him and the slime every day! She'd occasionally let the slime over the fence to give him a beating, then give him a life potion when he was almost dead. She'd repeatedly make him understand the two ironclad rules: why you shouldn't harm innocent people, and why you should never stop a farmer from going to bed before two o'clock.
Cursing him in her mind, the farmer continued working without stopping. She first checked what was left in her backpack—thankfully, the seeds she had exchanged with Lewis hadn't fallen, nor had the tools. The only change was the amount of explosives she carried.
Although the reduction in explosives means that the farmer will blast the mineral veins less often, it was given to him for free by Black Mask after all, so throwing some away would not make the farmer feel too bad.
The bad news was glossed over, but there were a few pieces of good news.
A panel popped up in front of Aria, showing that she had leveled up another level from the warrior branch she had chosen previously and was now able to make a slime crusher - this meant that the farmer was one step closer to his dream of locking that bastard up with the slimes.
And the better news is that the strawberries she planted are ripe.
The farmer pushed open the door of the cottage. Although the furnishings inside the cottage were still the same as when she first arrived, the farm outside the cottage had obviously changed.
The barn had been built, and the neatly arranged green strawberry leaves still had water droplets from the automatic sprinklers. Aria hummed a song as she walked to the mailbox and started reading from the bottom one.
Dear Aria:
It seems you haven't been home recently, so when I was tidying up, I found an unused coffee machine and some other things you might need. I've enclosed them with this letter. I hope they're helpful to you. — From Martha]
I know Martha is the best!
The farmer put the coffee machine into his backpack and continued reading. This letter was about fainting yesterday.
【Dear AAA agricultural and sideline products dealers!
Last night, a member of the JOJA team found you collapsed. We dispatched a medical team and got you home safely! We're glad you're okay.
Since you have no money, we are legally obliged to provide you with free services. 】*
Although she was angry because she fainted in Zuzu Castle, Aria smiled happily when she saw the letter.
This is the benefit of not having money. So what if you are JOJA? You will still be fleeced by the farmers!
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*Game content
The farmer is now a penniless poor person.
Don't worry about the mayor! We're taking it easy. (A nod of gratitude to the little angels who voted for me or provided me with nutrient solution between 2024-07-20 23:59:44 and 2024-07-22 23:07:47.)
Thanks to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: Short Circuit Yuanyuan 12 bottles; Qiu Mio, MoMO, and Cannon 10 bottles; Qingmianfan and Spartan Syndrome Patient C 5 bottles; Mumumumumushi 3 bottles; Bu Gux and Xiao Xiao Xiao Hang 2 bottles; Jian Lingmo (Secondary School Entrance Examination Edition), Huajian, A Collapsed Salted Fish, Lionhead^–^, Salt Wrapped in Sugar Paper, Shallow, Arrogant Frog, Hehehehe 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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