Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

No one doesn't like youth.

It's just that some people like the vitality of youth, the possibility of youth, and the creativity of youth, while others only like youth itself.

The latter are further divided into two categories.The first type of people regard youth as playthings and consumer goods, and the second type of people regard youth as capital-don’t get me wrong, it’s not the kind of capital that can make money, but the capital of willfulness.

The first type of people are keen to pull young idiots with youth into their dirty social circle, teasing and molesting these young idiots with money, power, force, and even costless rhetoric.

The second type of people are mostly young people. Most of them think that there are only two ages in life: teenagers and young adults. They think that only teenagers are qualified to have an affair with their dreams and to indulge unscrupulously. They are keen to laugh at those who are older than themselves. most of the strangers are "old women", "greasy middle-aged men", as if they will never live up to the age of the people they laugh at - it is interesting that some of these people are the same as the first type of people as playthings groups overlap.

Putting these two types of people in the general environment of China, they can often only hide behind masks and revel; no matter whether a healthy human society can completely prohibit the objectification, trading, and discrimination of the same kind, at least in terms of clear rules and recognized by the public Within the scope of the principles of public order and good customs, this kind of behavior is not allowed and will be punished by society.

But in a human society that is not so sound, and even leaks everywhere... These two types of people have the conditions to be able to act like monsters, and they can even enjoy themselves better than ordinary lawful citizens.

Westham was not "financially affluent" from the very beginning. Although the town's main avenue was magnificently built, the incomplete city wall exposed the fact that the town was just a nouveau riche—the two-person-high city wall was only The avenue in the town, which can cover the old city, has only been expanded in recent decades. There is no city wall, but a solid brothel building complex serves as the city wall.

This kind of improvised fortification outside the town... For Westham, which is in the inland area, there are no large rivers around it, and it does not border other countries, it is enough-it only needs to resist wild animals. If you see wandering monsters, thieves & bandits, you really don't need such a strong and thick city wall.

The "Elegant Dream" Club, which is more majestic than the "Golden Coast", is a behemoth with a four-storey main building and two three-storey auxiliary buildings. The wall was higher than the city wall of Westham, and there was a barbed wire fence full of nails stretched above the wall-if Ossirian, Lika, and the young Brook were trapped in this club, there was no possibility of escape.

Westham's receptionists privately called the "Elegant Dream" club a prison, and the club's owner Garcia Green as a tyrant, and Green himself, after learning of these two titles by a coincidence, not only He didn't get angry, and very happily rewarded the little waiter who leaked two silver coins.

Green loves the nickname "The Tyrant" and is delighted that he holds such a special place in the hospitality circle.

Garcia Green, who had been coachman for a viscount for six years.

Don't underestimate the seemingly humble position of a coachman. In fact, those who are closest to those noble gentlemen who can affect other people's lives with a single sentence are qualified to share the secrets that gentlemen are willing to share...except for personal servants , is the coachman.

Green, who has driven the baron to different lovers' residences for six consecutive years conscientiously and kept the secret, was lucky to get an "outside" opportunity when the viscount needed to earn some extra money to get close to a certain countess.

This ambitious young man is only in his 20s and has the right to control the viscount's private money. He left the king's capital of the Rhine King and came to Westham in the remote southern border, and has been providing the viscount with a steady stream of "sneak money" for many years At the same time, he quietly established his own... "Kingdom".

Garcia Green never cared about whether it was valuable and meaningful to dedicate his youth to the viscount's great career of adultery.

He only cares about one thing, in the "Elegant Dream" with 42 thugs, 270 waiters, and [-] waiters, he is the "King".

At five o'clock in the morning, the moment when most people have fallen asleep, the "elegant and dreamy" king game has just begun.

The basement on the basement floor of the main building is Green's "casualty". On the cold brick floor, there is stagnant water mixed with blood, physiological tears, snot, and even some strange body fluids all year round.

Green sat on the arm sofa beside the coffee table, holding red wine, and watched with great interest a man and a woman tied to a stone pillar opposite the coffee table.

The man is very strong, his upper body is full of welts and the shaking muscle mass shows his identity... He is one of the elegant and dreamy thugs.

In contrast, the woman is a little weak, with sunken cheeks under her messy long hair, and the flesh of her body has become loose, and she can't stand even when she is tied up. Her whole body is crooked. Fall to the other side.

"I'm sorry...Mr. Green, I didn't mean it...forgive me..." The thug was very afraid of Green's sight, trembling and pleading.

He himself carried several corpses out of the basement with his own hands, and he knew too well what it meant to be brought down.

Garcia Green smiled, put down the wine glass, picked up the horsewhip, and pointed at the half-dead woman: "Look at Xibel, even if you give her cow urine, she can't resist, and you, how can you be 'negligent'? Didn't find out she was off the fat booster... Tell me, Ben, how many coppers is your apology worth?"

Ben shuddered and closed his eyes in pain.

"If you feel pity for a certain young and beautiful waitress, I can understand..." Green came out from behind the coffee table with a whip in his hand, stood in front of Ben, tilted his head, and said strangely, "But you are so worried about this kind of waitress?" You violated the rules, tell me, Ben, are you still mentally normal, and will you also suddenly go crazy like those church people said?"

Ban's complexion changed suddenly.

In order to deter people and prevent everyone from coming into contact with cult members, most churches use the most severe form of punishment for those who are out of control.

Ban's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to hide anything anymore, and stammered out the reason: "No, no, Mr. Green, it's actually... actually... Xibel is almost old enough, I, I It's just... I don't want Xibel to spend the last six months—"

After all, Westham is an official town belonging to the Kingdom of the Rhine. Although countries in this world, including the Kingdom of the Rhine, have acquiescing unspoken rules that the criminal law is not consistent with the upper... But at least on the surface, gentlemen with power have to Act like a decent human being.

For example, everyone knows that Westham's hospitality comes from unknown sources, is involuntary, has no benefits, no wages and pensions, and cannot even guarantee normal three meals, but the gentlemen still give these poor people money on paper. "Implemented" a few seemingly humane "labor guarantees".

One of them is that the hostesses who are engaged in a special industry in Westham must terminate the "work contract" after ten years of work or over the age of 26.

Does this regulation help the hostesses to see the dawn of freedom, or is it convenient for the owners to abandon and deal with "non-performing assets" reasonably and legally... In short, being able to break away from the "owner" can at least prevent the hostess from continuing to be forced Taking a fattening agent that is extremely harmful to health and is supposed to be used for livestock can hope to live beyond the age of 30.

Siebel is indeed turning 26, at least that's what her "contract" (deed of sale) says.

Garcia Green was stunned for a moment when he heard this explanation, and then burst out laughing.

"Ms. Gold Coin, Ben, I never dreamed that I have such a pure and kind little boy under my command!" Green, who was crying, covered his stomach with one hand, and swung his horsewhip with the other hand, hitting Ban's body covered with welts. Say hello, "You deserve a compliment, dear Ben, this is my reward for you, do you like it? Ah? Do you like it?"

Ben, who was drenched in pain and sweating profusely, gritted his teeth, not daring to scream.

When the "King Game" is in progress, if the king declares the reward and the recipient dares to show resistance, it will definitely not end well.

Green swung the whip more than a dozen times in a row, and didn't stop until he was a little out of breath.

Before Ben, who was about to faint from the pain, found that he was panting...Green turned around seemingly easily, returned to the sofa behind the coffee table, sat down, hid his slightly trembling right hand under the coffee table, and picked up the wine glass with his left.

This nasty man, when he was drinking to hide his panting, looked at Ben through the glass, full of jealousy.

He is over forty years old, and his physical strength and physique are far surpassed by people like Ban who are only 30 years old.

Only by wantonly trampling on these young and fresh lives can he find some balance.

Suddenly there was the sound of messy footsteps on the stairs in the basement.

Among the hundreds of employees of "Elegant Dream" who dared to disturb Greene when he was relaxing, there was only one person—Phoebe, who was the number one in the reception, who was only 19 years old.

The one who pushed open the iron door of the basement was the blond, blue-eyed and stunningly beautiful Phoebe. She ran in in a panic wearing only a sexy nightgown. She only had Green in her eyes, and she couldn't see the bloody Ben and the half-dead Heibel at all. .

"It's not good, Garcia, something terrible happened up there!" Phoebe hugged Green's arm with a natural and intimate expression, as if the relationship between them was not just the boss and the employees, "I, I listen Seeing a lot of people running and screaming, it seems that something happened!"

Green likes this kind of young idiot who can't even understand his own position after giving a few benefits, and thinks he is different from others. He said softly: "Don't be nervous, dear, you stay here first, don't go anywhere, I'll go up and have a look first."

Phoebe nodded obediently, watching Green leave his back with admiration in her eyes.

She is beautiful and young, and with experience at her age, it is indeed impossible to tell whether Garcia's "extra tenderness" towards her is just a play, or is really moved by her beautiful original capital.

Green left, Hibel finally dared to move.

Garcia Green, the self-proclaimed king, has no interest in wasting energy on a trash like Xibel, but what happened to Ben also frightened the poor woman.

Sibel, who hadn't eaten water all day, couldn't even cry after seeing Ben's miserable state, so he could only apologize softly.

Ben shook his head and looked away from her.

Xibel licked his chapped lips, raised his eyelids and looked at the kettle on the tea table, feeling even thirstier.

"Phoebe... Phoebe, can you give me some water? Please..." Xibel held a glimmer of hope, and mustered up the courage to plead with the young waiter behind the coffee table.

Phoebe turned her head to look at her, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water, then got up and walked around the coffee table.

When Siebel tried to raise her head to drink water... Phoebe splashed the water in her glass on her face.

"Here, drink." Phoebe raised her chin contemptuously and swung the glass.

Xibel stared at her blankly, the fire in his eyes gradually went out, and he returned to the previous half-dead numb state.

Ben turned his face, looked at Heibel who was trembling slightly, and then turned his gaze to Phoebe, who sat back on the sofa again and raised her feet proudly.

"You shouldn't do this." Ben endured and endured, and still couldn't help but say, "I have served Mr. Green for nine years, and in the nine years, I have seen one after another , do you know what happened to them afterwards?"

Phoebe looked at the distressed Ben with disgust, and was not interested in paying attention to this idiot who had angered Garcia without knowing what to do. She rolled her eyes and turned her face away.

"you--"

Ben was still about to say something, when suddenly there were chaotic "cha, cha" sounds from the direction of the iron gate.

Before the three people in the basement realized what the strange sound meant, the iron door of the basement was kicked open.

"Who... ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Phoebe, who was about to get angry, jumped up as if she had been stabbed hard by an awl, and ran to the other side of the basement screaming.

Those who rushed into the basement were several skeletons holding sharp blades and wearing strange fish-scale armor--skeletons!

"Ms. Gold Coins! Ms. Gold Coins!" Ban saw the skeletons clearly, ignoring the pain from the welt marks on his body, screaming and struggling hard.

Xibel's reaction was the most direct. The moment the skeletons rushed in, she passed out silently...

These few death-like, murderous skeletons...behaved very strangely.

When they saw the three people in the basement, they didn't kill them as ferociously as the screaming Phoebe and Ben imagined. Instead, they stopped where they were, and under the suspicious attention of Phoebe and Ben, "KABAKBAKABA "The ground communicated...

"Fuck! Why are there only civilians? What about the boss? What about the elite monsters??"

"Is it poisonous?! Hidden in such a deep basement, you don't want to brush a BOSS, what a planner!"

"I'm really convinced, why not continue to search the room!"

While cursing, several players threw appraisal skills at the three NPCs in the basement with a glimmer of hope.

"Ah! The necklace worn by that female NPC can be identified, and the system recovers the price of [-] copper coins!" One of them raised his finger to Phoebe in surprise.

"Wait a minute, this is a civilian, is it okay to rob a civilian?" Another person said quickly.

"If the system prompts you not to let me do it or stop it, it's over." The player who identified Phoebe didn't care so much, and strode towards Phoebe who was hiding in the corner.

Phoebe was terrified and ran to Ben screaming...

Before she ran into place, she was caught up by the player.

The player who grabbed Phoebe's arm stretched out his hand to break off the necklace on Phoebe's neck, snatched the pure gold pendant weighing more than ten grams, and said to his friends in pleasant surprise: "Huh? You can grab it! The system is not playing!" warn!"

Saying this, the player threw away Phoebe who was howling like a domestic pig at the time of slaughter, and happily returned to the team...

Phoebe, who was back to life, didn't recover for a while.

"This is an 'injured civilian'. How much is the reward for treating civilians?" The player who used the identification technique on the class turned to ask his companion.

"It seems to depend on the injury, the minimum is [-] and the maximum is [-]." Another player said.

"At least twenty points of territorial reputation, that's fine, no loss." The player said, taking out a few small steel cylinders from his pocket.

After transferring to a pharmacist, you can receive a set of "basic pharmacy tools", which is the most basic herbal medicine processing tool.

This kind of small steel cylinder for medicine was also obtained by the pharmacist tutor. It is a product of modern industrial assembly line. It was originally used to hold chemical gases. The cost is very cheap, and it is even used by some unscrupulous businessmen for other purposes... I won't go into details here.

Ban, who couldn't break free from the bondage, was very desperate when he was approached by the player.

The death-like skeleton walked up to him and stood still, raising the steel knife.

Ben was horrified, his eyes widened unwillingly.

The gleaming steel knife neatly cut the rope that bound him.

The skeleton inserted the steel knife back into his waist, unscrewed the small steel bottle, and poured out a somewhat pungent thick liquid mixed with a lot of unknown substances, dipped it on his finger bone, and rubbed it on his wound...

class:"?!"

Ban didn't even bother calling for the gold coin lady, and forgot to run away, staring blankly at the skeleton who was seriously smearing his wound.

The guests who came to Westham to have fun were not all law-abiding citizens, and thugs like the half-hour squad had to deal with the people brought by the guests, and they were very familiar with the smell of hemostatic medicine.

Ordinary hemostatic medicine was rubbed on him by an absolutely extraordinary skeleton, this matter... Ben really couldn't understand, the whole person was in a daze...

Ban's body injury is easy to deal with, and Hiber who passed out made the other two players make trouble.

"Weak civilians... how to solve this problem? Drugs?"

"I do not know!"

"Will you ask for a pulse or something, and see what symptoms this NPC has."

"Brother, I study computer!"

The player who was earning the prestige of the territory turned around: "Give me some food and drink? The few NPCs that Miaobi Shenghua and the others rescued just give them a few good meals and they will be fine."

"No! If you come to attack the city, who will bring food with you?"

The player who snatched the Phoebe pendant said: "Why don't you put it away first, and then collect it later. Didn't the bosses say that we have few people, so we should take down all those who can resist before doing the task of rescuing civilians, otherwise Can't take care of both ends."

"Alright." The two players lifted Xibel up and placed him on the sofa as they spoke.

Waiting for the player who applied the medicine to get the prestige reward, the four of them left the bewildered Ben & Phoebe and left on their own...

After the four skeletons left for a while, Ben and Phoebe, the two able-bodied ones, started to move and crawled to the door to look around.

The stairwell was empty, and the skeletons had indeed left.

Phoebe ran away without saying a word, lifting the hem of her skirt. She was going to find Garcia. Only Garcia, who represented absolute authority and strength in her mind, could give her a sense of security.

Ben didn't care about Phoebe's whereabouts. He went back to the room and found his coat, put it on, carried the fainted Hibel on his back, and ran away.

...This is probably the most negligent part of the players. They don't think that the civilian NPCs waiting for them to rescue will run away. Stay where you are and wait for them to come back and rescue them.

Of course, the civilians who were identified as harmless really couldn’t run away, and Ben ran out of the basement in sweat. Before he could leave the elegant and dreamy courtyard, he saw a group of skeletons on the street outside "cha, cha" ran over.

While running, these skeletons also made a noisy and excited "KABAKABA" sound.

Ben was so scared that he fell back into the main building...

He didn't know where Garcia Green had gone, nor where his brothers were. The whole "Dream of Elegance" was eerily quiet, and he was walking around the corridor on the first floor of the main building with Hibel on his back like a headless chicken. I walked around, but I couldn't see half a person.

What's even weirder is... the hall and corridors are in a mess, but it doesn't look like a trace of battle at all, but it looks like they have been patronized by thieves...

"What happened?" Ben was confused, hesitated for a while, and pushed open the door of the room adjacent to the hall.

There is someone in the room.

More than a dozen male and female waiters nestled inside, hugging each other and looking in the direction of the door in horror.

They were visibly relieved to find that it was Ban who opened the door.

Ban scanned the group of people and found a waitress who was about the same age as Xibel that he had secretly helped: "Kelly, what happened?"

"Close the door first." Kelly said anxiously.

Ben hurriedly closed the door with his foot, motioning for the hostesses to get out of the sofa and put Sibel down.

Next, the hostesses and hostess pieced together what happened on this horrific night for Ben one by one...

"The undead invaded through the window? The guests and men were all tied up and ransacked by the undead??" Ben was dumbfounded.

The male and female hostesses nodded in shock: "It's true, I was terrified at the time... Those undead didn't care about us, but we didn't dare to stay in the room anymore."

Kelly added: "We also wanted to go out, but there were more undead outside, so we all had to hide in private rooms where no one was around."

"What about Green?" Ben pressed on his biggest concern.

"Mr. Green...resisted those undead, and was hacked by them." Kelly swallowed, and said with fear on her face, "It's the first time I've seen those undead be so fierce, their previous methods were obviously milder ——Please don't do anything to those undead, Ben, you can't imagine how terrible those undead really attack the living!"