Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 59: The Troubling Dispute between Father and Son
Following this mysterious passage that suddenly appeared, we set out on the road to leave the Kokla Mountains. Compared with the huge threats we encountered on the way here, the road out was open and peaceful. We encountered neither ferocious beasts nor mysterious and brutal villains in the passage. Perhaps because the road was so peaceful that I was not used to it, I always felt that this passage was much shorter than the road we came from, so much so that I seemed to see the flash of light at the exit in front of me just after walking for a while.
When we just left this passage, we didn't know where it would lead us. We lined up in battle formation, holding our weapons tightly, and stepped out of the cave carefully, fearing that we would encounter a group of hungry evil people or monsters as soon as we showed our heads. You know that these evil creatures always have a very good appetite, and no matter how different they look, they all have one good quality in common - they are never picky about food. Whether it is orcs, elves or humans, they all suit their appetites very well. In fact, in my previous adventures, I have also encountered many of these savage cannibalistic sub-intelligent creatures. From my observation of the campfires and debris in their camps, they seem to rarely consider the issue of which race to eat - they are more likely to choose to roast or stew these unfortunate guys.
Thankfully, we soon found ourselves in a peaceful forest. The only creatures around us that could pose a threat to us were a group of level thirty-five or thirty-six horned deer. These high-level but gentle herbivores would never actively harm you unless you caused trouble for them.
At first we didn't know where we were, but soon we confirmed from the adventure map that we were in the grove northwest of Rewell City. In fact, when we looked southeast through the gaps in the branches, the towering tower on the gate of Rewell City was already faintly visible.
I turned around, wanting to take another look at the mysterious passage that led directly from the majestic Temple of the God of War on the top of Mount Kokla, but found that the space at the entrance of the passage immediately twisted and rotated like a whirlpool, gradually fading, and finally disappeared, leaving only a thick stone wall covered with slippery green moss, as if the road had never appeared.
Obviously, the gods do not want to leave a shortcut to the divine realm in the human world. They will only provide this convenience to the winners who have proven themselves in the arena.
Looking back, since these great beings sitting high in the sky can send us back to where we were so easily, they can naturally bring us to them in a simpler way. However, they would rather choose to make everyone who wants to express their piety to the gods climb up the dangerous snow mountain with their own legs and risk their lives to defeat those ferocious and wild snow mountain bigfoots. Only when they break through many difficulties and obstacles can they get a chance to perform in front of the gods...
Who says that the test from God is only in the arena? From the moment you make up your mind to complete this task, the test from God has actually begun...
"I'm going to the Holy City to hand in a mission in a while. Will you come with me?" After entering the city of Rewell, Fei Yin shook the crystal clear "Certificate of Glory of the Chosen Knights" in her hand and asked us.
"Oh my god, I finally completed this task, I have to go and see what the reward is like." Chang Sanjiao said excitedly.
"I'll go too, let's go and see what the house for our guild looks like." Yan Zhen couldn't help but shout joyfully.
"See who's online, send a message to notify them, and those who have nothing to do can gather there. This is a big happy event for the guild, let's celebrate it properly!" Xiange Yayi was also eager to try.
"Well... President..." I thought for a moment and suggested, "... our equipment is badly damaged this time, so let's repair it here before we leave. Freshit City is too big, and it takes more than ten minutes to find a place to repair equipment. It's not as convenient as this small city."
My suggestion was immediately approved by everyone. Fei Yin nodded and said, " Okay , let's do as the warrior said. Those who need to repair equipment should repair their equipment, those who need to sell things should sell things, and those who have tasks should hand in their tasks. I will send a message to notify others to meet at the carriage in five minutes."
Chang Sanjiao and I went straight to the blacksmith shop to repair our equipment. As melee professionals, we were more eager to repair our equipment than others. Then we found a grocery store to clean up the worthless loot. After that, we first came to the carriage station next to the square and waited for the arrival of others. Not long after, Feiyin also came over. She told us that the wild goose formation might take a while longer: the armor-piercing bullets of the elf trainer were used up, and ordinary weapon shops would not sell this special musket ammunition. She had to go to the auction house and buy it from the air-related people who mastered the weapon manufacturing skills.
It seems that the Yan Zhen deal has encountered some troubles. We waited for a long time at the carriage station but did not see her and Xian Ge Ya Yi. Just when we were getting a little anxious, suddenly, a familiar voice came from the direction of the city gate...
"Dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have skipped school. I shouldn't have stayed at home to review my lessons and run out to play games during the holidays. I won't dare to do that again. I will change. I will definitely change! I promise that I will never play online games again from now on! Please, just let me go. I want to go home. Let me go home..."
The whole city's attention was drawn to the inhumane screams: a level 48 human swordsman in white clothes with a vicious scar on his left cheek was struggling backwards with his neck shrunk and his butt sticking out. In front of him, a bearded rookie monk who was just over level 40 and wearing junk equipment grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the city gate roughly, shouting in a tough tone that could not be refuted:
"You little bastard, you have plenty of time to bring your female classmates out for free meals, but you are reluctant to help your father make a cape! I have supported you for more than ten years in vain! You want to leave? No way! If you don't make a cape for me today, you can forget about going home!"
"Dad, this is unfair..." The swordsman in white complained, "...It's not that I don't want to help you. I've played the Viscous Swamp dungeon with you six times this afternoon. There's nothing I can do if your cloak doesn't drop..."
"Good son, be obedient. Let's go for the last time, just once. No matter whether we can get the cloak out this time, we won't play anymore, okay?" The bearded monk coaxed.
"Please forgive me..." The bearded monk's promise of "the last time" did not win the support of the white-robed swordsman, but instead aroused his deeper resentment. "...You said it was the last time three hours ago, and we have fought for the last time four times this afternoon. Why don't you wait another week, next Saturday, and I will get up at six in the morning to make a cloak for you, isn't that okay?"
"I'm going to be level 50 next week, what's the point of this cloak..." The bearded monk objected impatiently. We can see an unusually blazing fire in his eyes. "...I'm in a hurry to bring you along because I need it right now."
"No, Dad, I told Mom to be home before 6pm, and now it's almost 5:30, and Mom is waiting for us to go home for dinner, don't make her wait anxiously..." The white-clothed swordsman shouted in agony.
"Your mother..." This was obviously a more powerful objection than all the previous reasons, so that the bearded monk, who was always tough, had to hesitate for a moment, with a hesitant expression on his face... But after a moment, he immediately returned to his original tough attitude and said firmly: "I'll go talk to your mother. Today's tutoring course is difficult, so we have to go home late."
"I won't go, I won't go, please find someone else... Mom, mom, help me..." Faced with the bearded monk's eager expectation, the white-clothed swordsman finally sat down in the middle of the road without any manners, rolled on the ground and acted like a rogue.
“Don’t even mention calling your mother. Even if I call your grandmother, you have to get your cloak out first!” The bearded monk refused to allow any explanation and angrily rolled up his sleeves, intending to drag the swordsman in white out of the city gate…
If I am not mistaken, the two guys who are engaging in a fierce verbal dispute and physical conflict are our dear guild member Buddha Xiao, and his former follower and later father (this term always seems to give people a weird feeling), a human monk who is almost useless except for his unyielding perseverance - I am your father.
Whether it is out of comradeship in the same guild, or out of comradeship in the past fighting side by side against powerful enemies, we should never sit idly by and watch Foxiao suffer such an embarrassing situation, and we cannot bear to watch him suffer because of his resistance to unreasonable patriarchal tyranny and remain indifferent. This is what we think and what we do!
So... we turned our backs at the same time and admired with interest the long-distance carriage that had been waiting by the roadside.
My mood suddenly became much better...
"If you don't let me go, I'll tell mom that you forced me to play games with you..." Foxiao threatened loudly.
"...Hey, look, look, there is actually space for people to sit in the carriage!" Chang Sanjiao was so surprised and happy that he tried hard to push his head into the carriage, as if he was afraid that his round and plump green face would be seen by others.
"How dare you! If you tell your mother, I won't give you any pocket money in the future!" I am your father and I said sternly.
"...Yes, yes, and there are actually horses in front of this carriage..." Fei Yin squatted between the four horses with her hands and feet huddled, wishing she could stick her whole body behind the horses' butts. Even I, who was standing next to her, found it difficult to spot her from under the tangled horses' tails - from this we can see that our president actually has the potential to become an excellent wanderer.
The reasons chosen by these two guys are so stupid that people can see at a glance that they are just panicking and hiding in a poor excuse to avoid being involved in the tangled mess of this troublesome father and son. And a decent person like me who is upright, loyal and upright will never choose to evade responsibility in such a dishonorable way...
"If you don't let go, I'll call for help..." Foxiao threatened passionately while rolling on the ground.
Hearing this, I suddenly felt that this carriage was indeed very strange: "Hey, its wheels are actually round..." With the spirit of careful observation and diligent study, I bent down and crawled under the carriage.
This time, Foxiao won't be able to see me...
Just as we were at a loss as to how to deal with the relationship between the father and son who suddenly appeared, and tried our best to hide behind the carriage to avoid their gazes, suddenly, I heard a crisp whip sound, followed by the excited neighing of a horse in front of the carriage. I lay under the carriage, helplessly watching the wheels slowly rolling in front of me, and then rolling faster and faster, and finally rolling out of my sight. Immediately, three petrified figures with strange shapes and awkward expressions were exposed in the most prosperous central square of Rewell City: a fat half-orc shadow thief with his butt sticking out and his head shrunk, his hands stretched out to the left and right as if he was squeezing through a narrow passage, a human female magician who was crouching in the middle of the road, winking and trying to keep her balance, and a human warrior who was crawling in the middle of the road with his legs apart in an extremely indecent posture.
We originally wanted to hide our bodies and avoid other people's sight. However, in this extremely embarrassing situation - believe me, even if you want to deliberately avoid our sight, it is a very difficult thing.
So, naturally...
"President! Yangtze River Delta! Jeff! Come and save me! My father is almost forcing me to death..." In an instant, Foxiao and I, your father, were stunned for a moment by the sudden appearance of the three of us. But Foxiao's reaction was obviously faster. He immediately broke free from the entanglement of the bearded monk, and rushed towards us at a high speed, crying out to us with an uncontrollable excited voice after reuniting with the organization.
At this moment, our eyes were wet along with his.
I firmly believe that at this moment, in the hearts of Feiyin and Changsanjiao, there must be a touching sentence that is unforgettable and regretful, just like mine:
If only I didn't know this guy...
"...President, please help me persuade him. He dragged me to play a dungeon six times in a row this afternoon. His hands when opening equipment are blacker than paint, and he killed me no less than thirty times. The few teammates I found with great difficulty are now afraid to play with us. I feel sick whenever I see a troll. This life is unbearable..." Foxiao's movements have never been as agile and swift as today. I feel that his speed is faster than his voice. Before he finished speaking, his figure had completely hidden behind the Yangtze River Delta.
Foxiao's act of exposing his secrets immediately aroused even greater shame and anger in I am your father. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Foxiao rudely, scolding him for his disobedience while reaching out to take off the leather boot on his left foot - although I really couldn't see any meaning in his action, his action was so skillful and natural that it was hard not to have a feeling that "he is very used to doing this kind of action."
"How dare you chew your father's tongue in front of others? Come here and see how I teach you a lesson. I won't..." The bearded monk waved his boots in a show of force, and it seemed that he was going to give Foxiao, who was dodging left and right, a hard time. However, Chang Sanjiao's overly bloated body made it difficult for him to do so. He could neither hit nor catch Foxiao, who was hiding behind Chang Sanjiao, so that the domestic violence of the father teaching his son a lesson turned into a strange game of eagle catching chicken.
This was an unstoppable farce. We had no position and no idea how to persuade this father and son with strange tempers and complicated relationships to mediate their dispute. The only thing we could do was to wait for this farce to end with a helpless smile, and secretly feel lucky that we were not in the Yangtze River Delta at this time.
This matter couldn't go on indefinitely. Finally, the father's sense of authority made me, your father, unable to bear the trouble of not being able to discipline his disobedient son. He gave up this meaningless pursuit and turned to his own faith and ability: he waved his right hand, and a bright golden light turned into a huge fist shape, bypassing the obstruction of Chang Sanjiao's body, and then hit Fo Xiao's face heavily. The human swordsman who had been dodging was caught off guard and was hit by this sudden magic. He was dizzy on the spot and couldn't move. A bright red word "-50" floated slowly above his head.
This is "Fist of Justice", one of the few spells that can perform long-range attacks in the monk profession. Judging from the level of I am your father, he may have just learned this relatively advanced combat skill - I really want to know how he felt when he knocked down his son for the first time using this skill.
But it seems that he has no psychological burden to use this newly learned skill on his son. As soon as Fo Xiao felt dizzy, I am your father rushed forward and grabbed his arm tightly:
"I wonder where you can run to!" he said fiercely but with some pride.
I have to say, it was too early for him to feel proud.
In fact, what I want to say is: he used this skill at the wrong time.
When he cast this skill, he did not notice a team of patrolling guards coming out from the intersection behind him. These loyal city protectors happened to have seen the entire process of his violence without missing a single detail.
So, when the unfortunate father just grabbed his son's arm, the other two stronger arms also locked his own arms tightly.
"Your violent behavior has disrupted the public security of the city of Rewell. In accordance with Chapter 2, Article 4 of the City Security Management Regulations of Rewell, you will be sentenced to online imprisonment for half an hour for illegal fighting in the city." A guard officer in distinctive armor and a serious expression said to the bearded monk, "I am your father" meticulously.
"Let me go, what are you doing!" I am your father, struggling desperately with an excited look, shouting indignantly, "He is my son, I am teaching my own son a lesson. Why do you arrest me? I didn't fight, let me go..."
This sudden change shocked us greatly. Foxiao, who had just woken up, was also panicked. He pulled the guards' arms hard, trying in vain to make them let go. He was very anxious to rescue his trapped father:
"Let him go, you bunch of idiots, idiot programmers, I'm going to complain to the GM! Dad... let him go... Dad, Dad..."
In front of the strong and powerful city guards, all the efforts made by this father and son, whose highest level was less than 50, were in vain. We watched helplessly as I am your father was held by the arms by two guards and taken to the prison. Before entering the prison, he shouted at Foxiao unwillingly:
"Help me pay the bail quickly, and when I get out, go brush the cloak with me..."
"Bang!" The prison door closed tightly, separating the two spaces.
The swordsman in white looked at the prison door with a confused look on his face.
The matter came to an end just like that, which may not be a bad thing for us who are in such an embarrassing situation.
"Do you have enough money for bail? The guild can lend it to you if necessary. Borrow ten and return twelve. Pay it back within three days..." After hesitating for a moment, Fei Yin couldn't help but move forward and asked Foxiao in a low voice.
Faced with this question, the swordsman in white hesitated for a moment with a confused expression, and then seemed to remember something, and couldn't help shrinking his neck with palpitations. Then, he made up his mind, bit his lip, grabbed a handful of gold coins from his purse, and resolutely stuffed them into Feiyin's hand:
"President, I'll give you ten gold coins. You must promise me that you will never let him out..."
