68 Gotham/Smallville: Ancient Seed
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Even though there were thousands of thoughts in his mind, Lincoln March did not show them.
He just frowned slightly, as if he was quite worried about the farmer's decision, and held Aria's hand: "I originally wanted you to stay out of this mess."
Lincoln March smiled bitterly at this. His blue eyes looked hazy and solemn in the dark ambient light. The only light in his eyes came from the farmer's small shining ring.
As if making a wish, Lincoln March cupped Aria's hand with his uninjured hand and closed his eyes as if praying.
The farmer almost thought he was going to say something like, "No evil shall come near you, no disaster shall come near your tent."
But what Lincoln March said was: "If you have made up your mind, let me lend you my luck."
"I will do my best to help Miss Aria."
It sounded like they had formed some kind of temporary alliance.
The farmer cared less about Lincoln March's deliberately vague wording than about the suggestion of luck.
"Really lend it to me?" Aria's eyes burned. Is this a new NPC blessing? Will it work? Will it really affect my fortune for the day?
Being stared at by such eyes as hot as the sun, Lincoln March's mask was almost burned with a hole. He avoided the gaze and tried to continue the drama: "Of course, if you believe it."
Only young children are susceptible to self-fulfilling prophecies, and the farmer clearly doesn't need this, but if she needs verbal confirmation...
"Then we should have an adventure today!" Aria clenched her right fist and slammed it down on her left palm like a hammer. She seemed to have suddenly become energized and made a firm decision: "It's still five hours until two o'clock. We should still be in time!"
In time... in time for what? Lincoln March tried to catch the farmer's thoughts and synchronize them, but they slipped from his hands like a necklace of jewels.
So he could only passively be led down from the roof by the farmer, and passively watch as the farmer pulled Mayor Lewis away from the crowd, muttering something like "This must be Yuba's hint" -
Lincoln March watched as the farmer pulled Lewis aside.
Lip reading is easy, especially when the person concerned doesn't care about the eyes of the ladies around him and doesn't even bother to cover his mouth. What they say is clear to him: "I'm leaving."
"Mayor, are you going back with your bodyguards now? Or are you staying here and continuing to assess public sentiment?"
"Have you found any clues?" Lewis straightened his suit - he was almost obsessed with image management in front of outsiders.
Lewis had initially refused. If Aria hadn't forced the invitation, he would have been back home by now. But the farmer said a good mayor would never allow an evil organization to harm its citizens. This statement overstated the mayor's image, so Lewis had no choice but to attend the banquet in tears, praying all the way that no one at the banquet would suddenly try to assassinate the mayor.
There was no memory of death left in Lewis's brain, but the avoidance of death still left a shadow.
"It's okay." Aria said concisely, and to Lewis' ears, these words simultaneously meant "it's time to get off work" and "the evil organization will be finished soon" - after all, the farmer has always been incredibly reliable.
So Lewis said decisively: "What else is there to say? Let's get out of here." Although these people were all kind and nice to talk to, Lewis always felt that he couldn't stay with them.
"That means we have a barrier with city people," the farmer concluded.
Reaching a consensus at an unprecedented speed, Aria led the mayor out quite efficiently.
Before leaving, don't forget to say hello to Lincoln March, the only useful person in this party.
There were too many people seeing the mayor off, including Lincoln March, and it was easy for Aria, as his bodyguard, to say a few more words to him.
There were so many people here, she lowered her voice. "Your injuries haven't healed yet. It's probably because your HP recovery wasn't enough. My estimation was wrong. Next time, I'll give you something with a larger HP recovery capacity."
"But it's better not to get hurt." A squishy NPC should be aware of their squishiness. Leave the dangerous tasks to the great farmer.
Lincoln March lowered his eyes and listened to her finish.
He thought she was going to ask for more court details, but he didn't expect it to be this. After a moment of surprise, he thanked her gently.
Finally, he added, "It is a blessing for the mayor to have such a kind bodyguard as Miss Aria."
The farmer, who had been praised many times in other files, accepted this character well. Seeing that the mayor had almost finished his greetings, he stopped talking to Lincoln March.
She waved at him, as if saying goodbye to an old friend: "Goodbye, Mr. March."
"See you some other time."
Lincoln March smiled slightly and said, "Okay."
You can actually see it tonight.
He didn't believe that Aria would remain silent after hearing the news. Given her personality, she would most likely rush back to search for the remaining owl nests.
Lincoln March has had a long-standing feud with the person in charge of the court's stronghold. If the stronghold is wiped out tonight, the court will certainly impose punishment - with the position vacant, he will be able to gain more trust and mobilize more resources.
With this vision in mind, Lincoln March revealed the information to more than one party.
He kept the lights on tonight, waiting for a sudden court summons or an investigation from Batman - he had prepared foolproof testimony to clear his name.
…
However, nothing happened.
There were no scheduled explosions, no bats, and no noisy farmers. Apart from the occasional gunshots in the blocks, the city of Gotham was more like an exquisite group of tombs, swallowing up all the horrible sounds, leaving only the emptiness felt when a person breathes alone.
...There must have been a deviation from the plan.
But where are those who were supposed to be on the stage now?
…
At twelve o'clock midnight, the farmer was working hard in the mine.
Today's fortune is actually mediocre, not a good day for working in the mines, but Aria has always believed in the value of the fortune prophecy that "today's fortune is entirely in your own hands."
Eating certain foods can increase luck for a certain period of time. Perhaps the blessings from NPCs in the new mod can also do so. Aria has always been interested in exploring different possibilities in the game. Even if this is most likely just an ordinary blessing, she also wants to try it.
So she went down into the mine, despite the danger of fainting at two in the morning.
Returning to the mine was like returning home. Perhaps it was the psychological suggestion of luck that made the farmer's banging of rocks in the dim caverns resound. If she weren't alone, it would easily have been mistaken for some large-scale construction site secretly operating in the middle of the night.
A cherry bomb is placed in the rock pile. For efficiency's sake, Aria isn't even hiding anymore. She's mining with the determination to deliver. Don't underestimate her bond with the Colorful Fragments and Ancient Seeds! At the very least, any dish is fine! She's not picky!
The small explosion brought fragments that scratched the farmer's face. Aria wiped off the lost blood nonchalantly and ran towards the blown-up stairs - nothing good was found on this floor. Stones and fragmented copper ores flew towards the farmer's backpack under the influence of the magnetic ring, completely breaking the farmer's heart.
“…”
She was beginning to doubt Lincoln March. Perhaps he was simply unlucky, with a negative luck balance in his bank account? They said bad luck was contagious...
After a moment of calm, the farmer began to consider whether to go home and wash her hands before going back to blast the ore, but it seemed that she would not have enough time. She did not want to faint at her doorstep again.
As she stood on the next level of the mine, taking three seconds to think, Aria heard a very familiar sound of flapping wings.
That was the first time it foraged for food after hatching. Somewhere unknown in the mine, a new little life had slowly broken free from the eggshell, crawled a few steps on this land that it was not familiar with, and then flapped its wings and took off.
The maggots in the mines have turned into flies!
The farmer could no longer remember what her mentality was when she first faced this thing. Perhaps her palms were sweating and she was too nervous to control herself, but now when she saw this mine monster that was almost as tall as a person, Aria only showed a fanatical look at the supplies.
The optimized mine has much less waiting time than the original version. Originally, flies could only be repelled one by one, or dealt with with other weapons. Now in this version, as long as the farmer reacts quickly enough, he can hit them several times in a short period of time.
She stood up, leaped, and slashed. After the weapon successfully achieved a knockback effect, Aria took advantage of the victory and pursued the opponent. She turned the sword that was originally held upright and fell down with her whole body weight.
Puff——
The fly and the sword were stuck into the ground, ending its life completely.
It was a very efficient way to kill monsters. After completing it, Aria retracted her sword expressionlessly. She had originally thought that this time only ordinary items like insect meat would be dropped. When a small thing flew towards her, Aria's body trembled and she almost burst into tears.
This is the ancient seed she has always dreamed of!
Sorry, Lincoln March, I almost misunderstood you. It turns out you really meant borrowing luck.
After quickly opening her backpack to confirm that she was not seeing things, Aria decisively left the mine to sleep and save the game.
As she lay in bed, ready to end the day in a coma, Selina skillfully jumped onto the bed, used the farmer's body as a cushion, and curled up on her chest.
Regardless of the cat's will, the farmer picked up Xiaona and sucked her pussy, then showed it the ancient seed.
The shriveled and lifeless round particles were held in her palms, and the farmer looked at the ancient seeds with deep affection and tenderness.
"These days are really getting more and more exciting."
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*I forgot which denomination’s prayer it was from, but it was a prayer.
The very busy summer is coming ()
Lincoln March: Why isn't anyone moving? Aren't you in a hurry?
Lincoln March: Borrowing luck means reducing the threat from the nest, not letting you go to the mine!
Aria: (chew chew chew) Who did you find (chew chew chew) this ancient seed (chew chew chew)?
Aria: A farmer who sees ancient seeds more deeply than people
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