Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 59 The Price of Power

Poetry club.

Heine had not heard about the organization from players.

Megumin doesn’t have it either.

But after thinking about it for a moment, he understood.

This organization is related to the "liberation" of the McCalla Mountains, and the two are closely bound.

But in the original plot, the McCalla Mountains were destroyed early, and the organization itself either went underground or changed its appearance and existed in another unknown form.

Moreover, players are basically led by the Viritas Institute, and it is normal even if there is no contact.

Heine then asked: "Is everything happening here being watched?"

This was the source of his surprise.

Siara shook her head slightly.

"No one cares, but the fluctuations of the Yuanling here cannot be hidden from everyone.

"The spirits separate the world, they are like rocks and like the sea.

“Every man-made shock is stored in the slow waves in the form of ripples, forming a barrier.

“If you look hard enough, you can deduce what’s wrong from subtle changes in the barriers.

"Fortunately, people with observation skills will not think of this, but I will, and we will."

It sounds like the butterfly effect...

Heine was thoughtful.

No wonder she could detect the impact of Yuanling fluctuations on the floating city during the day.

"So when I activated the magic circle just now, were you the one who blocked the fluctuations?" He asked again.

However, after hearing what he said, Siara showed a sly smile:

"During the day? I interfered with the operation of the floating city during the day."

Good guy, it was you who smashed up Emotional Dylan’s house...

Poor Meno took the blame.

Heine couldn't help but laugh: "But didn't you mean..."

"I'm lying, look at it."

She turned around, her black skirt rising slightly, revealing her white thighs.

"Can't you see the difference?"

While feasting his eyes, Heine immediately thought of the chain tied around her waist.

He suddenly said: "So it's not that I deceived Meno Jitiler, but that I deceived the chain... Could it be said that the magic equipment will become self-aware when it reaches a certain level, and then play the role of a monitor?"

Siara's eyes were filled with brilliance, and she couldn't help but admire: "No wonder you can do so well. Things are basically the same as you thought, but they are not so subjective, so I can only take the opportunity to sneak out while taking a shower."

Heine asked curiously: "Who is spying on you? Willitas Courtyard?"

"No, not them."

Siara sighed softly, her expression a little complicated.

"This is not surveillance, but the price of power... If someone from the poetry club comes in the future, don't resist them."

"Then how do I verify it?"

“You’ll understand when you see it, no need to verify.”

Siara smiled and kissed Heine gently on the forehead.

"Okay, it's time for me to leave. My goal has been achieved."

"Ok."

Heine sighed honestly and hugged her.

The light body odor mixed with the smell of some kind of fragrance is intoxicating.

"You……"

Siara rubbed his head.

"Sometimes it's boring like an old man, and sometimes it's like a child who won't grow up."

“Intelligent restraint and passionate desire are not incompatible.”

Heine let go of his hand and joked:

"Go quickly, Mr. Attendant, your lover will go up there to find you."

Siara pursed her lips and smiled: “Then I’m looking forward to it.”

Watching the other party drag the silver chain falling from the sky away from the window, Heine had a subtle sense of déjà vu.

Paired with a noisy windbreaker and big sunglasses, she was a secret agent picked up by a helicopter.

What is oneself? hostage?

Heine laughed and shook his head.

Although people are gone, problems remain.

Poetry club.

Heine tried to figure out the name again.

Who are they?

This is obviously a list that is no less dangerous than a belt edict.

Will they come here?

Probably not in the short term.

Judging from Siara's vague words, the information about the poetry club may be protected by something similar to the "Bad Loyalty Curse".

Because of the existence of gods in this world, certain oaths are bound to the soul and will have an effect on the subjective consciousness of the person who takes the oath.

So her very act of coming here constituted the biggest hint.

For example...

That chain.

She said "power comes at a price".

The McCalla Mountains were blocked by the four countries because they had "no power".

And they are the ones who have the power but are against this blockade.

The twenty-five-year-old stone hammer belongs to yes.

"Probably most people are being closely monitored for a variety of reasons."

He lay in bed and thought.

Can't help but think of Megumin.

Was Naga ever monitored in this way?

As a player, does Megumin know this?

……

……

In a lonely mage tower in the western suburbs.

Naga, or Megumin, was sitting up from a white toilet.

This is perhaps the only ceramic toilet in the Mekala Mountains.

It was specially brought here from the Vilitas Courtyard by Naga, and it also had a constant-temperature array attached to it to prevent the butt from freezing in the winter.

Although standing to pee was a different experience for her, she was still more used to sitting.

If I had told her before traveling through time that she wanted to experience this kind of thing, she would probably have resisted.

But as he became an evil spirit without a body, physiological indicators such as gender became a shallow imprint that only existed in his consciousness.

It becomes less important.

——I won’t become a pervert, right?

She silently cursed and sat back at the table.

After half a day of experience, she has adapted to playing Naga.

This is not difficult at all for the evil spirit, which is completely blank.

Because I can’t do anything.

It’s not difficult for players either, because she was a level 45 researcher before she traveled through time.

To put it bluntly, they are advanced scholars who occasionally have to go out to do tasks, accompany large guilds to download dungeons and so on.

The tall and tall Naga.

Naga's daily routine may appear inscrutable to others.

But in her opinion, even using a bunch of second-hand antiques to engage in AI can do a good job.

Pretty untechnical.

Because of these jobs, Naga was treated coldly and looked down upon in the Vilitas Institute, and suffered from severe anxiety.

As a result, he was cured a lot in the McCalla Mountains.

Staying with this group of frogs in the well and country bumpkins, he gained unprecedented respect and presence.

——That’s why he underestimated the enemy in that battle.

she thought.

At this time, her mind was quiet, and she missed the three noisy guys.

It's strange to say that she knows a lot of big guilds, but she has never heard of these players.

They are obviously very strong, right? Except for the silent Mamoru.

She remembered where she had heard Mr. Sa's name, and it seemed that he was the first team member of the Qingdai Palace.

However, this team was later caught up and overtaken by other teams, but it just failed to make the first kill.

As for others, especially Zhuoyang and Teacher Xia, they sound like ordinary players.

Probably a folk expert, she thought.

Hey~

The magic clock chimed.

This marked the end of Naga's daily daze.

It's time to get to work.

She unfolded a locked notebook according to the behavioral habits in her memory.

The cover reads:

"McKalla Mountain Observer Report No. 7711227"

Representative Naga came here at the end of December 771.

As a diary containing magic power, it is a magic item close to the fifth level, barely possessing a hint of "characteristics".

In the game, these things all have one feature:

pick binding

Picking up bound items does not occupy a grid, and will not drop after death.

After looking through Naga's memories she learned that this was also true in reality.

For example, the work diary in front of me is bound. Naga signed it a year ago, and his body is connected to it.

In addition to being placed on the table as it is now, the report also has two forms.

One is attached to Naga in the form of a tattoo.

But it’s not a pleasant feeling, so Naga doesn’t take it with him when he goes out.

Megumin opened it and wrote the day's work with a quill dipped in magic ink.

From waking up in the morning to checking my email, to what books I read after dinner in the evening, everything is detailed.

Heine's excuse was used to deal with matters at the Lord's Mansion:

“George’s resurrection was obviously possessed by an evil spirit, and he was wiped out under the influence of the soul-lost water.

"Considering that the existence of Jitiler Manor can effectively suppress the spread of Holy Light, I did not take action against them."

——If people who read the log read this sentence, they might think that Naga said this deliberately because he was afraid that he would not be able to defeat him. This is also in line with his usual personality.

Megumin thought.

"As for Heine Heinrich, he was a man who knew the current affairs, but was only a little clever.

"He has agreed to be my liaison, and he knows how to cooperate better than the heirs elected by the mountain people and the trash in the eastern suburbs.

“More importantly, he was deeply trusted by Arthur, and this trust came from George’s dying message.

“Finally, I seized a bottle of Lost Soul Water from the alchemist Luo Wen and carried it with me in case of emergency.

"As for my own bottle, it was consumed in purging evil spirits. Note: This is my personal property.

"The above is all my work content today."

After she finished writing, she chanted the incantation.

The pages of the book fell off automatically and turned into a magical secret falcon, flapping its wings and flying out of the window.

This is its second form.

At the same time, thousands of secret falcons flew out of windows all over the world, flying along the magic network in the atmosphere to the Vilitas Courtyard.

Just like thousands of eyes, watching every corner of the world.