Hotel on the mountain

Urd had spent a long time waiting. He learned that it was almost the end of December, but the Dragon God Cult and their six ships were still not seen. This made him appear around Moore. A slightly anxious expression. After several weeks of exploration, he had a good understanding of the apparent defenses of the Alpine Hotel. What he needed now was external support.

But what if there is no answer?

Urd frowned, he might be preparing for the worst. He set his sights on the passenger ships not far away.

The psychic control medium that Mr. Sander wanted was placed in the lobby of the hotel. Once the thing disappears, everyone can find it. The port will be blocked soon, and not a single big ship belonging to the Raya family will set sail. .

How do you seize control of a ship?

Urd stood behind the wheelchair of Prince Moore, who was resting his chin on his head and staring intently at the back of a woman, as if the world was black and white, only that place was filled with color.

Urd followed the gaze of Mr. Moore and saw Jetro and a group of subordinates strolling on a simple sunbathing beach, while the woman known as the Dream followed behind in obscurity. .

Oh, Urd thought.

There is such a woman, as long as you kidnap her, you can get anything.

He raised the corners of his mouth, and his eyes sharpened with confidence.

…

On the vast ocean, six four-masted sailing ships were dotted. If you look down from a high place, you will find that they are always circling around a point, drawing circles after circles of white waves on the sea with no reference.

On the decks of these ships, many people wearing the uniforms of the Great Chik Empire were vomiting and roaring. Their hands gradually became long, sharp and full of destructive power, and their faces began to collapse and grow black The changes in the skin, legs, feet and body could not even be concealed by clothing. Clusters of brand new joints and bone spurs burst out from inside.

The itching all over their bodies made them extremely uncomfortable. They kept scratching and pulling the wooden boards on the ship, leaving a lot of scratches on the door panels and ship sides. There were also a large number of soldiers rushing out of the cabin wailing and scratching their unbearable itching. body.

A group of people wearing dragon-shaped masks stood on the highest deck, watching the soldiers on the deck below slowly transform, showing excited expressions. A soldier who looked like a senior officer knelt on the deck and screamed in pain at the group of people above: "What on earth did you do?!"

"Wow." A young man wearing a dragon-shaped mask with no beard on his chin put his hands on the railing in front of him and sneered downwards, "In the past few months, I have been adding some gadgets to your food every day. It’s just like boiling a frog in warm water, you can’t notice it, and by the time it happens, it’s already too late, hahahaha.”

"No, no, my hand!" This officer mutated later than others. At this moment, he could stay more awake and noticed the change in his form. Black lines began to appear on his skin, and his muscles The shapes began to change.

"Stop struggling." The young man urged on the deck, "It will slowly turn you into monsters like 'dragons'. This is originally a good thing. Who doesn't want more power? ? However, this is a failed product. While it transforms you, it will also consume your wisdom, leaving you with the same thinking ability as a beast. "

The officer was a bit ruthless. In order to prevent the mutation from intensifying, he actually picked up the machete and chopped off his mutated arm! But the strange thing was that after he saw his arm was broken, he didn't feel any pain at all.

He froze.

He knew that if a soldier lost his sense of pain, he would become a complete killing machine until he collapsed.

"What do you want to do?" The officer asked with his head still stained with blood on the deck.

"Tsk tsk tsk, of course you can guess that we will set off a war revolution in Zhongdelan District." The young man with a clean chin opened his arms as if to welcome a bright tomorrow.

He said excitedly: "Seven years ago, we instigated Sander to collect the psychic control mediums of other lords, and told him that as long as he fed the corpse dragon with excess psychic energy, the corpse dragon's sense of belonging to him would increase.

Sander, who was eager to stabilize his position as the clan leader, naturally listened to our words, and he naturally took action against the major families, causing the Zhongdelan District to turn into a beach of dilapidated sand. To this day, it has not recovered.

Now, this land has been invaded by the Hebrew Empire, Sander has also lost his psychic control medium, and the corpse dragon will lose control if it does not receive sufficient psychic supplies.

In this rustic land, its defenses are insufficient, people's hearts are divided, and many forces are ready to take action. We, the Dragon God Sect, also want to get a share of this land. Oh, no—"

The young man took back his words in an exaggerated tone, "We want the whole cake. It's up to you to help us realize it."

The young man's eyes fell on the senior officer's eyes, which was quite ironic. The officer wanted to curse back, but he suddenly found that new granulations had grown on the incision on his arm, which made him even more frightened. What's interesting is that these buds continued to grow and move forward like worms exploring a new world. Eventually, his arms grew back and became more like dragon claws.

The officer collapsed, his whole spirit collapsed. He collapsed on the deck, and his body soon turned into a rickety monster with giant claws and tangled muscles all over his body. His ears were elongated and his head was hairless. , the sharp teeth gnawed at the corpses that had failed to mutate and turned into flesh and blood.

These six ships, under the control of the Dragon God Sect, began to turn around and sail towards Shuangdan Province.

…

Jetro is preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner in 1801 in his room.

The workers recommended a singer named Betty to him. Betty's singing voice was very beautiful. It happened that the stage in the atrium garden was short of a band, so Betty could occupy that place first and bring beautiful singing to everyone.

Music, drinks, food, rich people, young people, and women all gather together, and naturally a meaningful banquet is indispensable. Jetro discovered that there is no custom of "New Year's Eve banquet" in this world, and there are very few festivals in this world. The existing festivals are mainly concentrated at the change of seasons.

So Jetro planned to hold the "New Year's Eve Dinner" as a special event of the Alpine Hotel. He also plans to present a gift to Feifei Bird at tomorrow's dinner, and use the people present to satisfy this woman's vanity and competitiveness, so as to strengthen the Bird family as an ally.

The door to the room was knocked. After getting the answer, Gordon pushed the door in from the outside, spread out a brief envelope in front of Jetro, and said: "Master, I will tell you to the Dragon God. After the teacher’s concerns were reported to the family, information came over from the family.”

Jetro put down what he was busy with and opened the envelope and took a look. The main message was, "Six four-masted sailing ships of the Dragon God Cult are wandering in the waters near Shuangdan Province. They plan to transform the soldiers on board through a special drug. Turn them into mere killing machines and take over the entire Shuangdan Province.”

Putting down the envelope, Jetro's brows were squeezed together with a thoughtful expression. After a moment, he figured it out.

"It seems that the Dragon God Cult, Sander, and the Soul Man Assembly played a game of 'who is the oriole?'" Jetro smiled at Gordon and said, "If Urd and Kablan Let them go back without any action, after all, fighting will cause a lot of casualties and destruction. "

"How about we talk to Moore Bird and ask him to help lure these two people into our encirclement and deal with them?" Golandon asked tentatively.

Jetro shook his head: "Moore used the two of them as servants. From the looks of it, he used them quite smoothly. Now is the time to build a good relationship with the Byrd family. Don't take the initiative to provoke him. Let Qiu Guang Keep an eye on Kabulan, and then I can only ask you to pay attention to Urd."

After Gordon answered, he went down. Jetro sighed and didn't even bother to make arrangements for the dinner.

…

In the hotel lobby, Moore sat in a wheelchair and looked forward to it. He was hoping that Meng would appear on the spiral staircase and allow him to see her for a few minutes. Now he just felt that if he didn't see Mengzhi for a moment, it would be as if a corner of the world had been dug out and it would be incomplete.

Urd and Kablan stood behind him, standing in the corner like people who had lost their dreams.

Suddenly, Urd felt the psychic letter box hidden in his sleeve vibrate. He secretly turned around and took out a short piece of letter paper from Xiao Qiao's box. It read: "The Dragon God Cult has betrayed We, the fate of Midland depend on you."

Urd tore off the psychic letter heavily and swallowed it, then put the letter box back into his sleeve. He looked up and saw that Jetro and his group were starting to come out to relax. He looked at the people following Jetro. That woman has already made a decision in her heart.