Chapter 79 Unlock a new race?
The arrival of the Knights of the Fiery Sun Church brought a lot of business to the clubs on both sides of Innadri Church Road.
These wealthy church knights were much more generous than the locals, and were willing to spend silver coins even on horseback attendants and doormen. In contrast, these guests from the Kenyan Empire were also quite difficult to satisfy. However, after just a few days, the ladies active in the social scene in Innadelli could no longer arouse their interest.
After all, Innadri is just a small inland city. No matter how carefully the ladies in the social circles here dress up, they still look very rustic in the eyes of the knights of the Church of the Fiery Sun. Their speech and behavior are not as decent as those of the women of the Kenyan Empire. Once the novelty wears off, they will be reluctant to take out even half a copper penny from their pockets.
The club's manager was not willing to lose these wealthy customers, so he consulted Sergeant Major Reagan, whose status in the Knights was second only to the commander, and then he smiled mysteriously.
On that day, the club manager personally led the way for several knights who were most keen on "hunting for novelties". When it was getting dark, they boarded the carriage and quietly left the city...
Two hours later, four carriages appeared in the small town of Westram, about 60 kilometers away from the city of Innadri.
Westham is a small town with a permanent population of only 6,000 people, but it has a main road that is wider and more imposing than that of a large town with tens of thousands of people. On both sides of the road, there are electric poles that can only be seen in a few urban areas of Innaderi, with dense electric wires.
The buildings on both sides of the main road are not even inferior to the commercial district of Innadri City - all the store fronts have colorful lights and signs.
You should know that the geographical location of this town is not very good. The whole Westham is surrounded by mountains. There are no fertile fields, no minerals, and no noteworthy handicrafts. Where did the town hall get the finances to build such a luxurious "town appearance"?
Any man who enters Westham Town can understand this...
When the carriage drove into the town gate, the eyes of the "well-informed" Kenyan knights in the carriage began to sparkle as they looked out the window; when the club manager ordered the coachman to stop the four carriages in front of a very charming building, the Kenyan knights seemed to have forgotten their dignity as knights of the Church of the Fiery Sun, and they took the initiative and could not wait to get off the carriages.
In front of the magnificent gate, the coolly dressed female "doormen" bowed deeply and respectfully to the Kenyan knights, trying their best to show their original capital.
In the lobby that seems smoky and chaotic to normal people but should be described as decadent and extravagant to a special group, seats of different grades are occupied by famous merchants, traveling businessmen, even mercenaries and small handicraftsmen.
Of course, the Kenyan knights of status would not "consume" in the lobby. They were led by the club manager into the top VIP room, and the owner of the club personally brought in the guests to let these distinguished guests choose.
Compared to the club in Innadri, the "resources" of this club in Westham are perfect - there are male waiters, female waiters, boys, girls, humans, orcs...
The Kenyan knights smiled happily and excitedly kept the treats they liked.
Four hundred years ago, the Age of Exploration began and the offshore gold rush swept Naples. Orc slaves from the outer continent, spices, and all kinds of cloth produced in the Kenyan Empire became popular goods in Naples. Except for a few countries and regions that refused to accept the use of orc slaves due to religious beliefs, the slave trade was a legal transaction in most countries.
Unfortunately, Lady Coin's teachings also prohibit slavery.
Not only is the use of orc slaves prohibited, but the use of human slaves as well.
Although she has been criticized for having "no moral integrity and no bottom line", Lady Coin is at least a lawful god; her teachings are that money and transactions are correct, but the types of goods traded do not include intelligent races.
Not only the Lady of Gold Coin, but also the Goddess of Prosperity next door is the same - the gentlemen of Camorre try their best to turn the townspeople into serfs, but they dare not really treat them as slaves; even if the living conditions of the townspeople of Camorre are actually no different from those of serfs, those gentlemen have to verbally declare that the townspeople are "free people."
Being able to do something but not being able to say it is the unspoken rule that is tacitly followed by the "civilized people" in this world.
Whether it is the Principality of Shega of the Goddess of Prosperity or the Rhine Kingdom of the Lady of Gold Coin, there are absolutely no serfs, only tenant farmers and hired workers; there are absolutely no slaves, all of them are "contract workers" who have formally signed contracts with their masters.
Of course, no matter how this fucked-up unspoken rule of being able to do but not say is tacitly accepted, boys and girls under the age of sixteen and orcs who will not obey without being restrained and restricted appear in entertainment venues, it is illegal for both buyers and sellers - it violates the law on paper.
In a big city like Innader, no matter how powerful the club owner is, he cannot openly put illegal "goods" on the table for sale; but there are no such concerns when turning the remote town of Westham into a red-light district with no taboos.
There were dozens of guests brought into the VIP room by the club owner. No matter how generous the Kenyan knights were, it was impossible for them all to stay. Still, more than a dozen people were "eliminated" and then led out by the owner.
These "eliminated" waiters were taken back to the lounge by the boss with a cold face, and were scolded for more than half an hour with words like "waste, money-losing stuff, worthless", etc., until the boss was called away by the waiter, only then did they hear peace.
The black-haired human boy sitting in the corner of the lounge watched coldly as his boss slammed the door and left angrily. He reached out and pulled the orc girl with animal ears on both sides of her head who was sitting on his left.
The orc girl had slightly bluish skin, pointed ears, and well-developed canine teeth protruding from her lips. In order to prevent her from biting people, she was forced to wear an iron cage. Because orcs were generally stronger, even though she had been starved to the point of being almost as thin as a human girl, her hands and feet were still shackled.
The black-haired human boy was pulling her tail, and the orc girl, whose stomach was rumbling, had to turn her head and look at him weakly.
The black-haired boy lowered his head and wrote a few words on her waist with his fingers: Run away, Lika.
Lika stared at the black-haired boy with her golden eyes blankly for a while, then turned away silently.
Didn't refuse...but didn't agree either.
She knew that the boy was captured and sold by the slave caravan innocently, and he still had a place to go back to.
And Lika herself didn't even know where to go after escaping from Westram, the hell on earth.
The orc girl Lika was not born in the orcs' hometown, but was a "native" of the continent of Nabarron... Her ancestors were abducted to Nabarron four hundred years ago, and by her generation, they were already "slaves of the Nth generation".
Lika does not speak Orcish, but only the common language. Because her father was once favored by the manor steward and did clerical work, she can also write beautifully the common language of the Napalm continent.
Before the age of twelve, Lika's memory of life in the manor was actually no different from that of other human servants' children... She played hide-and-seek with those human children in the stables and warehouses, ran and played in the fields after the autumn harvest, caught grasshoppers, climbed trees to pick fruits, and went to the river to fish.
After she turned twelve, Lika's life changed.
The old butler who had reused her father was replaced by another man who used to be the master's personal servant. That man drove the old butler away and dismissed all the people who had been reused by the old butler. Only then did Lika realize that she and her family were different from the human servants - those human servants were merely fired and dismissed, but her family, who also had a contract, could be resold.
Her father was the first to be sold, and the new steward sold him to a passing caravan.
Next came her mother, her brother, and finally her.
When Lika saw her family being stuffed into iron cages for piglets, she thought her world had fallen. After being sold to Westram, Lika realized how naive she was.
Beating, reprimanding, confinement, hunger, torture... In less than three months, Lika went from a lively little orc girl to the lifeless appearance she is today.
The black-haired
Lika rolled her beautiful golden eyes and looked at him again.
She no longer wanted to live.
She was thinking, why not help this human who looked very similar to her former playmate... Even if she died, if this person could escape, it would be her small revenge.
So Lika nodded and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
The black-haired boy was delighted and wanted to tell her some secrets.
"boom--!!"
The lounge where the guests stayed was located in the deepest part of the club building. In order to prevent the guests (especially the orcs) from escaping, the walls of the lounge were very thick and the windows were sealed with steel plates. The whole room was like a large prison cell.
But even so... with the loud noise coming from nowhere, the solid wall of the lounge still shook slightly.
The lounge, which had only heard whispers and low sobs, suddenly became noisy.
The black-haired boy who seemed confident was also surprised and looked towards the door of the lounge in doubt.
There were sounds of hurried footsteps, the clash of weapons, and shouting coming from outside, as if many people were running and fighting in the corridor outside, with a few short screams occasionally.
The waiters sitting near the door looked at each other, some hid back in fear, while others quickly rushed to the door, stuck to it to listen, or lay down and looked out through the crack in the door.
"Ah!" The person lying on the ground was a human male waiter. After just two glances, he stood up screaming, "Blood, there is so much blood outside!"
The human female waitress standing nearby quickly knelt down and tried to tilt her head to look outside.
Soon, the human female waitress also screamed "Ah" and stood up in panic. Because she stood up too quickly, she was a little unsteady and swayed weakly.
Compared to the orcs who were generally starved and had to wear muzzles, handcuffs and shackles, the humans looked plumper, and both men and women had rosy complexions.
But the human guests who looked plump were actually not much healthier than the orc guests - in order to reduce the possibility of them harming the guests, the human guests were in a state of long-term hunger and were very weak and powerless; and in order to make their bodies satisfy the guests, the human guests, both men and women, were fed fattening agents originally used for livestock.
In the eyes of Westram's businessmen, commodities are commodities, and they will not show mercy just because they are of the same human race.
After the commotion outside continued for several minutes, the screams subsided and the sound of chaotic and hurried footsteps began again.
With a "click", the door of the lounge, which could only be opened from the outside, was pushed open.
Outside the door was a group of murderous and bloody strangers, wearing different styles of armor and holding different weapons.
"If you want to escape, run now!" The man who opened the door yelled into the lounge, threw a bunch of keys in, and left in a hurry with his companions.
The waiters in the lounge were stunned, and the humans closest to the door rushed out without hesitation...
Several orcs jumped towards the bunch of keys on the ground in ecstasy...
Seeing this, the black-haired boy hurriedly pulled Lika towards the orcs who were helping each other to unlock the shackles.
The shackles that locked the orcs did not have one key for each lock, but there were only four types, which could be opened with the right key specifications. These orcs, who had not seen the light of day for several months or even years, hurriedly separated the key chains to open the locks. Some of those who had untied the shackles ran out alone, while more of them ran out in groups with people they were familiar with.
The black-haired boy found the right key to unlock Lika's shackles, then he dragged her away without saying a word.
When the two men ran out of the lounge, they saw at least a dozen bodies of thugs lying in the corridor outside.
The bodies were still there, but the thugs' weapons were missing, and no one knew who had taken them.
The black-haired boy pulled Lika around the corner of the corridor and saw a thug with a bloody hole in his stomach who was still groaning. A long sword fell to the thug's right hand, so he picked it up.
Seeing this, Lika picked up the round steel shield that had rolled down nearby.
They continued running and after turning a few corners, they saw the human host who was so tired that he fell to the ground and gasped for breath.
The black-haired boy felt a little reluctant as he passed by the human host who was out of breath after running just a few corridors... but he managed to hold it back and only pulled Lika, who he was sure he could convince and who would be useful to him, away.
The plump bodies forced by the fattening agents could not hide the fact that the human guests were also starving, and it was difficult for them to escape on their own legs.
After running to the end of the corridor in twists and turns, the black-haired boy suddenly saw the situation in the hall. His face changed drastically and he quickly pulled Lika back into the corridor.
After calming his breathing, the black-haired boy leaned forward slightly and peeked cautiously.
There is still a fight in the hall!
A group of people who looked like mercenaries controlled most of the space in the hall and were besieging a dozen gentlemen in high-end suits and holding long swords!
Not only that, those who looked like mercenaries also left a passage for them to escape!
The black-haired boy's expression changed several times. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and pulled Lika back.
Lika looked back while running in confusion: "Why do you want to go back?"
The black-haired boy said nothing. He dragged Lika back two aisles before he spoke: "Those people are not here to save us, they are here to rob us. If we dare to go out through the path they left, we will fall into their hands!"
Lika's face froze.
"Believe me, mercenaries will never do anything that is not beneficial." The black-haired boy gritted his teeth and said, "We can definitely escape. The customer who bought my house last week is actually my companion. They explored the way for me. There is a big ventilation hole in the kitchen on the first floor. We can climb out from there!"
When they went back to the third corridor, a mercenary covered in blood came out of another corridor with a knife in hand.
Seeing the boy and girl running in the opposite direction, the mercenary subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop them and shouted, "Hey, you guys, you're running in the wrong direction!"
Lika originally suspected that the black-haired boy was too nervous, but when she saw him shouting at them, her face and heart sank... The black-haired boy was right!
The black-haired boy stopped abruptly, holding Lika's left hand and his right hand holding the long sword, his palms sweating at the same time.
This club controls its guests through abuse and starvation, but the thugs hired by the club are not weak either.
The black-haired boy had no confidence...that he could defeat this mercenary and escape successfully!
Lika was only a twelve-year-old girl, and he was only a trainee warrior, and both of them were very weak due to hunger and abuse!
Seeing the wary expressions on the boy and girl's faces who were not good at acting, the mercenary knew that he had been seen through, so he stopped pretending to be the kind person who helped them escape and walked towards them indifferently.
The black-haired boy became furious, let go of Lika, held the sword with both hands, and prepared to fight to the death.
At this moment...the door of the private room on the side of the corridor was suddenly opened silently.
An adult orc who had hidden inside at some point suddenly pounced out silently and swiftly like a predatory cat, and pierced the mercenary's neck from the side with a fruit knife held in one hand.
The mercenary covered his throat and looked in astonishment at the orc who took his life. He seemed confused about where this guy came from. His pupils lost their luster and he fell softly along the wall.
The orc who attacked the mercenary with all his strength also staggered and fell, and hurriedly grabbed the wall to stabilize himself.
"Do you know a way to escape?" The almost exhausted adult orc stared at the black-haired boy with his amber pupils.
The orcs all have good hearing, and the place where the black-haired boy spoke to comfort Lika was just around the corner from the private room where the adult orcs were hiding.
The black-haired boy looked at the skinny body of the adult orc and nodded resolutely: "I know!"
Adult humans who have been given fattening drugs to make their bodies puffy cannot climb out of the vents, but orcs can.
None of the three had the strength to support each other. The adult orc gasped for a few seconds and then struggled to stand and keep up with the two young men.
There is only one street in Westham. Climbing out of the kitchen ventilation duct behind the club building, there is nothing but wasteland in front of you.
In the past, there would be thugs patrolling around the building, but today the mercenaries who came to the door led the thugs away. The three people who climbed out of the ventilation duct rested for a while and then disappeared into the depths of the wasteland.
After leaving Westham, the three of them all fled in the direction of the Tarantan Wasteland... On the other side was Sorenson. They had no choice. Those caravans that dared to cross the Sorenson Mountains would not mind occasionally working part-time as slave hunters to earn some extra money.
During the stumbling escape, the black-haired boy kept cheering for the two orcs: "My companions had planned to find an opportunity to create a commotion in the next two days to give me a chance to escape. The temporary camp they chose is in the direction of Tarantan. If we find them, we will be safe."
Lika nodded blankly, and the adult orc said nothing... It was obvious that he didn't really trust the human boy, but he really had no understanding of the environment outside the club, and he was extremely weak, so he had no choice.
They fled for their lives until midnight, when they could no longer hold on. They barely found a big rock, climbed up it, and fell asleep with their heads against each other.
It’s 2 a.m. Wednesday, October 30th, Earth time.
While the high-level NPCs in the game were camping for the night after dark, claiming they were too tired to rest, I called my friends to give me medicine, and formed a few teammates to explore the new map around the camp and practice gathering.
"It's really annoying that this game doesn't have an open map. Every time I post to urge the administrator, they say that the game functions will be improved in subsequent updates, but they don't say when they will be improved. It's okay in Exile Town. You can run quests in just a few streets for two days and become familiar with them. Now you're at a loss when you come out, right?"
Because Miaobishenghua had trained as a pharmacist, he and Qin Guan both practiced collecting medicine when they gave me the medicine. Now, when he was giving me medicine, he squatted on the ground, digging for medicine and complaining at the same time.
"That's right, the map outside is still this big." Another player who was also practicing gathering nodded in agreement, "Last time I went to Desolate Stronghold to pick someone up, I walked far enough. This time I walked even farther, and there's no resurrection point that can be used."
Another player said, "Other things are fine, but it's really annoying that there is no resurrection point. Now Brother Lahong and his team have stopped delivering the undead horse express. They said that the knight got lost when delivering the bones last time and had to die and return to the city. Now he can't find the road we took. Damn, I'm really convinced!"
Complaining about games and bad planning has become a daily routine for players. The brilliant writer who called up the panel and memorized the pharmacist's formula smiled when he heard this: "Anyway, no one dares to go out and play casually now, for fear of dying and not being able to come back. It's also good to practice life skills. Take medicine. How far are you from level 2 herb picking?"
"It's too early. I just haven't had time to practice." Give Me Medicine said unhappily, "Damn, it makes me angry when I talk about this. In normal games, you just press the interact button and wait for the bar to load. But this crappy game actually requires you to dig by yourself, clean the mud, remove the dead leaves and pick the waste branches... It's so inhumane!"
The wonderful pen is full of joy: "Hey, don't I, a pharmacist, have to memorize the prescriptions myself?"
“Sister Huahuahuahua——!” A player suddenly jumped up, pointing at a large rock not far away that was as tall as a person and as big as a truck, and yelled, “Quick, quick, look at what that is?!”
Miaobishenghua raised his head and glanced: "Isn't it just a manpower? What's the fuss about... Wait a minute! Manpower?!"
Miaobishenghua immediately closed the pharmacist panel, gave me medicine, and put the shovel on his waist. The whole team ran towards the big rock...
Climbing a huge rock that is more than one person high is not difficult for the "light-bodied" players. In just a few seconds, all the players were on top of the rock.
On the stone surface that was flattened by wind and rain... there were three people lying.
One was an ordinary human, and two were orcs with green skin, pointed ears and exposed fangs.
Miaobishenghua stared at the two orcs with distinct features, and clenched his fists excitedly: "-Unlock a new race!"
