Chapter 38

[Good evening.]

[It will take a while to crack the net, but it will be done soon.]

[——When “I” meet this world, will you look forward to it?]

[Under the denial of the world, as a fellow alien being squeezed by the mud and sand, will you look at me?]

Xiaoman woke up suddenly.

She was dreaming again. She wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead and looked at her fingertips in surprise.

In fact, she had been having strange dreams intermittently recently, and she didn't remember anything afterwards. Apart from suddenly waking up in the middle of the dreams, she didn't have any uncomfortable reactions, so she didn't take them too seriously.

It's just... it's as if I accidentally heard some extraordinary soft whispers, and even through the heavy curtains, sleep itself has changed from a controllable bland dough to a sticky sweet filling that makes me drunk, and I always stay in a trance for a while after waking up.

But she couldn't see a doctor because the physical constitution of the beastmen was completely different from that of the disabled.

So the reason for the change in sleep was entirely up to her to guess. Xiao Man guessed that this might be the aftereffect of the awakening of her talent, although based on the fact that she also slept during the ceremony.

Xiaoman stood up and walked to the window to look at the sky.

It was getting dark and rain clouds were gathering over Flora City, but it was still light in the distance.

It was already afternoon when they had filled their stomachs at the banquet hosted by the kind-hearted dragon tribe. During the competition, the hotels in Flora T City provided low-cost accommodation to all players. The little lion, who felt sleepy after eating, took Xiaoman to pick a hotel that looked good and checked in. Then, following the habit of taking a nap in the tribe, they fell into bed and fell into a sound sleep.

After leaving the wild environment, Lielie's sleeping position immediately changed back to lying on her back, even though she kept her weapon with her and Xiaoman believed that she could wake up and get into combat mode immediately at the slightest movement. However, this posture could still be described as unrestrained and silly, and it was obvious that she was a child who had been trained as a warrior to survive but had never left the care of her tribe.

Xiaoman pulled the corner of her quilt to cover her chin, and then lay down on another single bed in the room amid the lion's infectious snoring.

This is the time to wake up.

After sufficient fighting and eating, the nature of the beastmen is generally the same, at least Lielie is still sleeping.

In order not to disturb his companions, Xiaoman quietly walked out of the room and found a corner to stay.

She was thinking about what to do next.

Having participated in the competition before, she was not that belligerent. She could just spend a few days touring Flora City, which was famous for its thriving flower field industry and related scenery, before moving on to the next stop.

As for Bernardus saying that she was not strong enough, compared to him that was of course true, but supreme strength was not necessary for traveling, and what she had now was more than enough for self-defense.

Besides, what outsiders say about her poor performance is not a reference. The teacher has already judged that she is qualified and let her go to continue her journey. Xiaoman chose to believe the teacher.

——When the lights were just coming on and it was drizzling, naturally more and more people gathered in the hotel.

Some idle talk suddenly surged like a tide and reached the ears of the girl upstairs.

At first, it was praise and flattery for Lord Flora.

Afterwards, the topic turned to the despicable assassin who dared to murder the city lord, and everything that could be learned from him of unknown origin.

A fox. White hair. Golden blood.

The lucky guy was killed on the spot, and the following was done with his body...

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, becoming a sparkling embellishment on the flowers in Flora City tomorrow, and should bring hotter and sunnier weather.

Amid the sound of the incessant rain, Xiaoman sat alone all night.

At this moment when the "friend" does not want to be disturbed, the darkness will faithfully conceal her outline, so the whole hotel falls into sleep after a busy and noisy night, leaving only Xiaoman.

In the quietest moment before the dawn, the girl with gray-black hair hanging on her shoulders looked down at her palms.

As if he had almost forgotten the spell-casting process that he had practiced many times, a weak flame ignited there with great difficulty, flickering.

...It's raining and so cold. Mom.

Xiaoman said in her heart.

Lielie slept soundly after a night's sleep. The sound of rain did not disturb her deep sleep at all. The boxer walked out of the room with his bones refreshed and happened to meet Xiaoman who had returned.

"Sister! Have you had breakfast yet?" Lielie greeted.

"Yeah." Xiaoman responded briefly and hurriedly passed her by.

The boxer tilted his head, not understanding what was going on. Based on his usual experience, he thought that if no one said anything, it was not a big deal. Maybe the elder sister was just full and wanted to take a nap?

Sleeping in is the most tasteful thing! I want to hurry back too!

Lielie found another common interest between himself and his elder sister. He happily wagged his tail and ran downstairs in two steps to find food.

"Please take my soul with you to see the mountains and the sea, and share with me a little of your freedom and future."

This is what Su Mei wrote in the letter. So he must have been prepared to die, and he had anticipated the end of not being able to return.

So why am I... angry?

After a day and a night without rest, Xiaoman looked at the letter paper and the brief words on it that were spread out in front of him again, and repeated his fruitless thoughts in a trance.

Fortunately, at least this time, someone came to help her find the answer.

Xiaoman suddenly moved, and she turned her head back as expected.

This time the "feeling" was particularly close. Sure enough, she saw that golden color on the roof just outside the window.

She silently opened the window and climbed out, walking towards him on the roof of the hotel, which was bathed in the morning light and not yet dry, without making any sound.

"You're even more messed up than you were yesterday."

Bernardus looked at Xiaoman without showing any concern for her, but spoke in a critical tone.

"I lost my friend. I don't know what to do. I'm still figuring it out."

Xiaoman answered.

"Were you abandoned?" he asked.

"...No. He just has something he must do. He wants to come back to find me." Xiaoman clutched the white hair and said affirmatively.

"Then we seem to be similar." As long as he doesn't try to make any expression, Bernaludos really has a very unique face that is not offensive. The profile of his face in the morning light is strangely young and old, combining the solemnity of time and the gorgeousness of newly cast gold at the same time.

He said: "He clearly promised, but he died on his own. And because he was very good to me, I can't say he was a bad person."

"...Maybe that's the case." Xiaoman sat down next to him.

"You said you lost someone too, but there's no trace of a ring on your finger." She paused, questioning the omission that she saw.

"Why do we need that thing?" The Dragon King tilted his head and looked at her.

"Because it's on my mother's hand. The ring my grandmother left for my mother can be sold, but the trace is still there. It's like..."

Xiao Man stopped and gently twirled his fingertips, as if the touch of the soft fox ear tip hairs was still there a moment ago.

"——Those people have it too. I thought adults should have it. They are more presentable than us." She tried to express her thoughts.

The hand, which had no marks of rings or anything else, rubbed Xiao Man's head vigorously, causing her head to shake from side to side.

"In fact, most adults are worse than you." The Dragon King told her, "Because they have a lot of accumulated memories and nowhere to place them, they are weak and unable to keep them, so they will look for physical objects to store them so as not to lose them. I am a dragon, how could your teacher have such a useless friend?"

Xiaoman hugged her head to protect her hair. This time she had to care about her image because even with the other party's restrained strength, if he rubbed her a few more times her hair would have to be cut off.

Xiao Man didn't quite understand what Bernardus said, and she thought it was his fault. Because the teacher's words to her were never so difficult to understand. The teacher was a normal-minded spellcaster who said whatever he wanted to say. He never hid his true meaning or talked about his own affairs in a roundabout way by using other topics.

"So what did you do? After being abandoned?" She tried to take back control of the conversation.

"Well. Just finish what he wants to do. He won't be able to object no matter what you do." The Dragon King answered simply.

That actually makes some sense.

The wind from the roof seemed to make Xiaoman's head clearer. He stretched his stiff neck and thought: So what is Sumei going to do?

——Kill Lord Flora.

"If it means killing a person, what should we do?" Xiaoman did not bother to think about whether Lord Flora was a bad person, but first thought about the feasibility.

At the same time, she thought of the teacher's bounty warrant that she had brought with her from somewhere, and she began to understand why spellcasters could accidentally create something that seemed like a big deal to ordinary people.

When a person is no longer constrained by wealth and property, and has the power to examine rulers and civilians on the same level as "people," then beyond the simplest trade, to what extent can the "rules" of the upper level in the form of towns and cities restrict him?

Anyway, even the most peaceful wild fruit trees will be coveted. As long as they don't make trouble to the point where all forces judge them as uncooperative enemies and unite to suppress them, the bounty order can be said to be the most insignificant threat. This kind of irrelevant topic that Lazarus rarely talked about outside of class left a deep impression on Xiaoman.

"See the target, attack, and run away." Bernardus gave his answer without hesitation.

"...I want to get a place in the competition." Xiaoman changed the subject seemingly without any hesitation.

The dragon king stared at her closely with his earth-colored eyes for a while, and then asked, "You are actually interested in becoming stronger. Do you want me to train you?"

Xiaoman shook his head: "Use your eyesight to study each opponent. I will work hard to catch up with the remaining strength gap."

"Please help me win."

she said.

The Dragon King observed for a moment, searching for enough determination in those blue eyes, and then nodded reservedly:

"Okay. I agree. Whoever makes that guy give enough benefits."

After hearing this, Xiaoman began to worry about how much his teacher had paid for the commission... Even if the teacher was really rich, as a traditional spellcaster he was also very good at spending money, and the Belu in front of him looked very expensive, in every sense of the word.

Little did he know that Yuan Qian was also worried.

"She's already preparing for Assassination King 1.0. How old is she?"

After coaxing Xiaoman to eat something and rest, Yuan Qian muttered to himself.

[You’ve set a good example.] The adjutant complained.

This guy has recently been using some emotional points to buy an item called "Subconscious Conversation" from the system mall, and he always reports to Yuan Qian with a sense of distance, although he never says what he uses the money for.

Considering that last time he prepared the new dragon option in the character setting interface without saying a word in advance, Yuan Qian was actually a little looking forward to it.

"At that time, I didn't expect that now, even survival would be a problem."

When Yuan Qian said this, he remembered that D-009 had been chopped into pieces long ago. At that time, he was eager to give No. 1 a tragic life story and a revenge plot that could be quickly realized. At least a large part of the reason was because of the authentic but deadly broken system.

[That’s right. I’m good, the system is bad.] The adjutant boasted that he was more versatile than the original, provided more thoughtful and considerate services, charged less, and had clean accounts.

"…has it been updated?" Yuan Qian still couldn't understand how this kind of confident but serious yet maliciously cute style could appear on a demon king from another world, so he chose to change the subject.

[Yes, it has been sent. I will send it to you later. If it is updated, the original price is 200 emotional points, and the pre-order discount is 29.9. Sir, if you want to buy it, hurry up--] The adjutant knocked on the control panel that came from nowhere, and dragged out the sound lazily.

Hello, adjutant. D-009 is bad! Yuan Qian immediately clicked to pre-order and joined the ranks of those who sincerely praised the game.