Chapter 404 Yang's Commission
At 00:00 in the morning, Kingsley closed the matrix interface on time. He was full of energy, his eyes were shining, and his magic power was surging all over his body, like an oversized self-propelled magic core...
The lich Envi subconsciously restrained his mental field. This guy who seemed to be able to cast a large-scale forbidden magic at any time was so dazzling in his mental vision that it was difficult to look directly at him.
"Sorry, I seem to have gotten a little carried away." Kingsley smiled sheepishly, skillfully took out a handful of blank white-gray magic cores, and injected the overflowing magic power into the blank magic cores.
The magic power absorbed by crazy meditation with the support of the full-anchor spiritual matrix will gradually dissipate if the caster does not have such a large "capacity"; Kingsley does not need to maintain the matrix operation for 24 hours a day, so the extra magic power might as well be stored.
The lich Enwei silently turned his gaze to Yang Qiu on the other side.
Yang Qiu had just finished his meditation and was drinking the strange black bubbling liquid from his thermos cup, but there was no magic power leaking out from around him.
"Is this the strength required to cross the third door of truth..." Enviro thought with some envy.
After meditating for the same length of time, Kingsley had difficulty controlling the overflow of magic power, while Yang showed no abnormalities. This was enough to prove that Yang's control over magic power was so exquisite that he surpassed Kingsley, a genius black magician who had entered the high-level three hundred years ago. And this guy was not only nearly a hundred years younger than Kingsley, but he also entered the high-level much later than Kingsley.
When Enwei looked at Yang, Yang was also looking at him.
"Would you like a drink ?" Yang Qiu raised the iced happy water in a friendly manner.
Enwei shook his head expressionlessly.
Liches are undead and do not need to eat and cannot eat. Yang Qiu acted like that several times, but Enwei did not get angry. He was simply too lazy to bother with him.
"Although transforming into a lich is good, it also loses a lot of fun." Yang Qiu said regretfully.
Seeing that this guy not only had no self-awareness, but was also dancing wildly in other people's minefields, even Kingsley couldn't stand it anymore and said unhappily: "Okay, let's get down to business."
Yang Qiu then sat up straight and said seriously, "I think you have discovered, Enwei, that the alien who was projected across the dimensional plane in the illusion created by Kingsley is very similar to me."
Enwei's icy face couldn't help but be moved, and he nodded and said: "Although it is hard to believe...but what you said at the beginning is indeed true. You are not from this material plane."
"Even you said so. Just think about how difficult it was for me back then." Yang Qiu sighed, "Back then, the Blazing Sun Church searched all over the continent for my origins. It would be a miracle if they could find out between the dimensions."
Envy and Kingsley both had strange looks on their faces, a little funny, and a little awkward.
Yang did mention that she was not from this world when she was taken back by Kingsley and when she first met Envy... but neither of them took it seriously.
This guy always talks a lot of nonsense, who knows which of his words are serious!
Besides, Yang's appearance was not particularly strange or eye-catching - the white-haired and black-skinned Sokri, the halflings who were only as tall as an average person's chest, and the orcs with green skin, pointed ears, exposed fangs and a tail were all more conspicuous than Yang.
When normal people privately speculate about Yang's origins, they tend to only think of him as a mixed-race child. Only a fool would think of him as a visitor from another world!
Next, Yang Qiu briefly introduced to Enwei the situation of his hometown Earth, a plane without magic, a technological civilization, and a superpower with a population of more than one billion, which shocked Enwei.
"So, your undead aren't actually some big demon from the dimensional demon world, but aliens like you; and those ridiculously cheap Tarantan products are not from Tarantan at all, but from your hometown?!"
"That's right." Yang Qiu took out a large bottle of happy water from his space bracelet and poured it into the thermos cup, saying proudly, "Even if the Kenyan Empire goes crazy and abandons the Middle-earth battlefield and runs over to plow the Tarantan Wasteland from beginning to end, it can't stop the undead cloth from being sold all over the continent."
Enwei: “…”
Yang Qiu happily drank the happy water that was kept cool by the space bracelet, and said: "Of course, my fellow countrymen from other worlds are not providing support for free, they still need to pay an equal price."
"Your undead...what price did you pay when your compatriots helped you attack the city of Dutata?" Enwei said expressionlessly.
"Experience the fun of war." Yang Qiu said.
Enwei suddenly had the urge to fight this guy right then and there...
"Calm down, my friend. What is poison to me may be honey to others. How can you be sure that my compatriots don't like the war experience I prepared for them?" Yang Qiu said shamelessly. "Just like Kingsley's fantasy battlefield, the cruel survival game where only one out of a hundred people can survive to the end, isn't that also what my compatriots flock to?"
Enwei turned his head to look at Kingsley and said incomprehensibly: "King, can you understand why the illusion game you provide can attract people from other worlds?"
Kingsley groaned, this question, he also had it...
"Probably, the obsession with winning or losing?" Kingsley tried to explain awkwardly, "I can understand the language of the aliens who enter my matrix. Although they are always laughing and joking...but I can feel that they attach great importance to winning the World Survival Game, and are willing to invest a lot of energy in studying tactics and coordination for this."
Enwei's icy face became even more rigid: "...This is not a real battle. What is the meaning of winning in a false space created by illusion?"
Kingsley could only spread his hands - he really didn't know this!
Yang Qiu showed disgust on his face. You two can’t even understand the value of the ninth art. What’s wrong with you two?
Well, we have to trick people into being human servers. It’s pointless to spend this time discussing the meaning of the game.
"We provide entertainment, and my fellow aliens participate in the game and act as anchors. This is a mutually beneficial thing for both of us. Instead of wasting time exploring the reasons, it is better to be pragmatic and face the actual benefits that this deal can bring. What do you think?"
Enwei hesitated for a moment, but still nodded obediently... There was no reason to refuse such a good thing!
"Just tell me what your conditions are." Enwei took a deep breath and said solemnly.
A ruthless person like Envi, who was determined to transform himself into a lich long ago, would not have naive illusions about others - no one would give you such a good thing as just building a mental matrix and creating a fantasy map stored in a magic crystal to obtain a stable anchor point for free!
Yang Qiu liked such down-to-earth people, and said with a smile: "I want to ask you to do something for me - Enwei, are you willing to go to the Principality of Shiga for me?"
Envy: “……???”
"My old friend, Brother Alfred Lowell, and I are planning to go back to our hometown," Yang Qiu said. "If I could get away, I would like to go there in person, but as you can see, I have a lot of things to do here."
"Just a trip?" Enwei glanced at him. He didn't believe that Yang's condition would be so simple.
"Well, maybe I need you to act as an 'NPC' for a while and provide some services to my compatriots ." Yang Qiu said with a smile, "For example, you can issue them some tasks, guard the summoning array, etc. It won't be too much trouble."
"Just that?" Enwei frowned.
"It is true." Yang Qiu said with a straight face.
Enwei stared at the other person .
"At most... you will be harassed by my compatriots. Their harassment will not cause any trouble to you." Yang Qiu said righteously, "When you can no longer tolerate it, or when my overly energetic compatriots have slightly crossed the line, you can punish them slightly."
Enwei stared at Yang Qiu for a while with half belief and half doubt, then nodded reluctantly.
As the sky gradually brightened, Coulson, who was sleeping, suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Coulson, who had just fallen asleep in the second half of the night, wanted to pretend that he didn't hear anything, but the knocking on the door became more and more urgent, and someone outside shouted at the top of his voice: "Earl Coulson O'Neill! Are you awake? Please come and open the door quickly!"
After cursing the guy who disturbed his sleep, Coulson got out of bed with a frown on his face. He was annoyed that he had forgotten to ask his mother to hire a servant, and he went to open the door slowly.
As soon as the door opened, Coulson came to his senses when he saw two burly men in operator uniforms standing outside.
His journey of shattered dreams of becoming a noble began after he was rudely carried away from the dock by these two men yesterday. He had a very deep impression of these two rude operators.
"Oh my god, Count, you just got up?!"
Seeing Coulson still in his pajamas with messy hair, the two operators were shocked. They held Coulson up and walked into the house without any hesitation: "We have to hurry up and wash up, otherwise it will be too late."
"Is your bathroom here?"
"Which room is yours? Ah, I see, the clothes on the bedside table are what you're going to wear today, right?"
Coulson was stunned and shouted quickly: "Hey, hey! What are you doing? Don't come into my room casually! Hey? Wait - wuwuwu!"
Coulson was dragged into the bathroom, and in the blink of an eye, the operator grabbed a towel, wet it under the faucet, and smeared it on his face...
"What's all the fuss so early in the morning, Coulson?"
Mrs. O'Neill, who also didn't sleep well, came out of the room on the second floor with her head in her hands. Before she even opened her eyes, she saw her son being "served" by two rough operators to wash...
"Good morning, ma'am."
"You look very well today, ma'am."
The two operators politely bowed and greeted Mrs. O'Neill in the corridor on the second floor, while quickly "serving" the Earl to wash and change clothes.
"You, you guys--" Mrs. O'Neill was so shocked that she forgot to stop it for a moment.
After all, her son had only been the Earl for two days, and Mrs. O'Neill had already gotten used to the life of a citizen during the months of living alone, and had subtly accepted the fact that wearing an operator's uniform was authoritative.
"It's a bit too late. The Earl won't have breakfast at home. Madam, the canteen of the Logistics Department will prepare three meals for the Earl."
They quickly put Coulson's coat on, and then the two operators politely apologized to Mrs. O'Neill while carrying Coulson and running out...
Mrs. O'Neill was worried about her son, so she ran out of the door in a hurry. She only had time to see the two agents stuff Coulson into a rather luxurious four-wheeled carriage, and then rode away...
“——What the hell is going on?!”
Mrs. O'Neill went back home, changed her clothes hastily, and ran to the City Hall angrily in the daybreak.
No matter how polite the two operators were, they could not hide the fact that they forcibly took Coulson away before dawn. Mrs. O'Neill, who had come to her senses, could not accept this - her son was the Earl of Adler after all!
