Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 217: Street Two

217 Street 2

The ladies had already changed into black robes when they turned out from behind the curtains. Alice and Sakiya said that they were not the right size but they could still make do, but when Dorothy pressed her lips, she walked out reluctantly. At that time, everyone couldn't help but laugh. (Reading Net) The large black robe draped loosely on her body, and one third of the hem and cuffs were rolled up, and she was shaking when she walked slightly. Their clothes, both inside and outside, were hung by the fireplace and grilled.

It's my turn, Jung, and Engels to change clothes. After being immersed in heavy rain for a long time, the dress became heavy after absorbing water, and it was very uncomfortable to cling to the skin. Even if the air in the house was gradually heated, the cold air permeating from the damp clothes still made goose bumps. Engels sneezed three times in a row, wiped his body dry, put on the owner's black robe and went out.

The candlelight shook the shadow on the curtain. Although it had already penetrated into the enemy's base, in this warm room, everyone was finally able to relax their tense mood a little. Although he was still wary of the black robe man, the other party seemed to have accepted his fate, even if he was asked some sensitive questions, he didn't seem to be covering up. This may also be because he is not a direct line of the Mal Jones family, but a black-robed mage who was forced to transform. The mask can punish his disrespect and resistance, but he cannot completely control his thoughts. He serves the Mal Jones family, does not mean to put the secrets of the Mal Jones family above his own life, although he does not know much about the secrets of this world.

We and Alice are very lucky. Three of the black-robed wizards who hunted down Alice were diehards of the Mal Jones family. If those three were leading the way at the time, they would definitely be gambled with their lives. Lead us into the trap. We are not afraid to fight with the black-robed mages, but there are too many black-robed mages in this street. Once a frontal war occurs, it will inevitably affect the predetermined plan.

Looking out from the gap in the window to the street, you can see the silent black-robed mage walking through from time to time, wearing masks, but wearing clothes that look similar to reality, or even uniforms similar to the uniforms of the Fandog army. people. The black-robed mage said that these people have prominent identities in the "street". They are either the best among the black-robed mages or the guards. They are the most powerful combat force in the "street" and are responsible for maintaining this pyramid-like miniature society. .

Compared with the actual social system that relies on human relationships, various talents, wealth and power, the governance system and social structure here are more concise and clear. According to the different strengths of individuals, they will get corresponding rights and benefits. He is also a "black robe mage", but those with strong combat power can not wear black robe. The face mask is also specially customized to carry out the most dangerous plans and battles while enjoying the most comfortable life. Other talents, money and rights are only incidental. It's just a product, and under the control of the mask, there is no human feelings to talk about.

In the description of the black-robed mage, this is a world that is clearly graded to the cold and rigid, but it can actually eliminate disputes between people to the greatest extent. The life in this street is very stable, aside from the task, the daily life can even be called sluggish. The day and night changes here, relying on the hourglass to determine the time. There is no electric appliance or too much entertainment. In addition to exercising their spellcasting skills, the black-robed mages mostly spend their time playing chess and solving puzzles. .

There are men and women here who will give birth to children after they are married, but there is no marriage ceremony or a marriage certificate issued. If you love each other, you will be together. If you don’t have a relationship, you will be separated. The legal terms of life for both sexes. You may not adapt to the way of life here at the beginning, but this kind of mechanical and stable life will quickly become numb. Get used to the numbness and permeate your thinking and behavior, leaving an indelible mark. .

Such a "street" is not a paradise in the eyes of us real people, and we are even afraid of such a life and domination.

"How can it be like this? There is no human rights, no art, no ideas, and it is hell." Alice looked at the black-robed man who talked about life here endlessly. For the first time, colors other than hatred appeared.

She feels pity and pain for such a numb living person. But people living in the "street" don't think this is a mistake, or that they think this is the key to a better world. This simple gear-like closely-running social structure cannot be said to be completely absent from what Alice said by Ranwen Novel Network, but they lack too much, especially time, so they cannot form their own unique culture. At this point, the black robe mage holds great confidence, especially after the end of the day, the "street" will get enough nutrients and degenerate into a social structure that is more suitable for the cruel era in the future.

As for this point that the end is bound to come, every black-robed mage has no doubt about it.

Time is slowly passing by in the question and answer. When we feel we have the necessary information, the hourglass has been turned three times. How long is this? No one can be sure that the one-armed black-robed man has not returned to reality for a long time without Ranwen.com. He cannot perform the conversion of the reality 24-hour system. Moreover, we also doubt the time in this world. It may not be synchronized with real time.

"Tummy, hungry, eat together?" The black-robed man gestured and invited us to dinner. But when they thought that their food was probably those ugly monsters that mixed humans and other animals, several people immediately showed nausea expressions.

So the man in black went into the kitchen alone, and Jung said to us, "I'll take a look," and then went in behind. But I don't think he was monitoring the black-robed man. He couldn't tell the clue from his face, but a trace of speculation came to mind. Dorothy stared at Jung's back, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Other than that, no one on Ranwen Novel Network had any doubts about Jung's behavior.

As if to confirm my guess, when Jung came out, the man in Heipao did not show up, and a gray mist came out of the kitchen door and turned into a crow on my shoulder. Jung sat down in his seat, Engels seemed to think of something, his face changed slightly, but he soon calmed down, and a trace of helplessness and confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Where is the man in the black robe?" Alice asked, her face a little nervous, and she kept looking towards the kitchen, uneasy.

"He is dead." Jung said quietly.

Alice opened her mouth, but in the end there was nothing to say. The atmosphere is a little dull. After this period of communication, it seems that her prejudice against the black-robed people is no longer so deep. If you say hate, of course there is, but she can't let her kill the other person without thinking. As I said before, Alice is an ordinary kind-hearted woman, and maybe she has hesitated about whether to kill.

Even Engels, when Jung decided to do it, didn't have the intention of Ranwen Novel.com to come over immediately.

The death of the black-robed man made a different kind of emotion appear in my heart, but even if Jung didn't do it, I would make the same decision, but sooner or later.

Jung tapped the tabletop lightly, and the suppressed silence tightened.

"Now, the general situation must be understood by everyone. I repeat again, the main goal of this operation is to find a way to return to reality. In addition, it is to collect as much information as possible. We cannot confront the people here. , It’s not allowed to stun the snake, and it’s not allowed to do things that would expose one's side. People who don’t have the fighting power of Ranwen will stay in this stronghold.” Jung’s statement is very euphemistic, but the meaning is very clear, except for me, Dorothy and himself. Besides, everyone must hide in this house honestly.

"What if someone comes?" Sakuya asked, "Although the relationship between the black-robed mage is weak, it does not mean that they have no friends. Moreover, this black-robed mage is responsible for hunting down Ai Li Sister Si’s person, disappearing for too long will cause the other party’s suspicion. If it is deemed dead, someone may come to reclaim the house."

"It's okay, we won't stay here for a long time." Jung lowered his head and thought, "When using the enemy's facilities to return to reality, you may have to verify your identity. Just wearing a black robe is not safe, maybe Some masks are needed."

"My height is about the same as this black-robed mage. The enchantress can also be disguised as a spell. I will go out and see. You and Dorothy will stay here." I said to Jung, "The gun is too conspicuous."

The approximate course of action is finalized in this way. Although Dorothy wanted to go out with me, her figure and clothes were so eye-catching. We have never seen such a short, shabby black-robed wizard on the street.

The quark turned into a mask to hide my head and face, I pulled the hood behind my head and pushed out the door. The heavy rain line seemed to sew the gray sky and the blue-black earth. Everyone on the street hid themselves in heavy shadows. I quickly joined them, flattening the brim of the hat to look around the crowd, confirming Where I want to go. When I lower my head, I can see my figure in a pool of water stains, shaking like a ghost in the ripples, stomping on it in the blink of an eye, making a beating sound.

We learned from the black-robed man where the workshop for making the mask is located, and his house is not on the main street. I walked forward and turned right when I reached the corner of the street. Most people in black robes made the same choices as mine. After that, I realized that my previous feeling of "street" was not completely correct.

Not all houses are as low as the street where we are hiding. Stepping on the thick ground, I seem to be back in a living medieval town. As described in the book and the movie, every brick is polished out of a large stone. There are wells and porches, as well as shops and taverns selling sundries. A group of monsters that looked like piglets passed me slowly, and people in black robes flowed into the shops on the left and right, like mercury from the broken gallbladder.

Depressed and dull, a bit of excitement permeates through the asphalt-like air. The sounds of conversation, bargaining, laughter, and table claps merge into the sound of rain, bursting out complex and colorful life. A wooden sign was hung in front of the eaves of the place where I was doing business. I stopped and found a store with five customers and walked in.

This is a place where books are sold. The door is close to the left. After entering, you will see a row of huge bookshelves that divide the space into two parts. Books written in a unique language, whether it is packaging, handwriting, or illustrations, give people a strong impression of wizards.

I also noticed a strange thing. The rain on the black robe dries up soon after entering the door, and the dripping on the ground is also sucked up in a blink of an eye. There is no feeling of dampness. But it's not hot and dry here, it can only be called warm, and the stone that is laid on the ground is not a sponge. People can't help but wonder what spells are being used here.

In addition to me, three of the five guests stayed on this side, standing or squatting, buried in black robes, reading books, and hurriedly walked to the counter. I followed and walked outside. There were potted plants and a small independent bookshelf near the counter. The black-robed man standing there realized that I was walking over, and hurriedly pushed the publications back to the bookshelf, and hurriedly walked away. From the corner of my eye, I watched the checkout method in front of the counter, and pulled out a publication. It turned out that the entire bookshelf was full of ** publications. Recalling the sensitivity of the previous guest, I really didn't know what to say.

The black-robed man and the shop owner talked a few words in the mysterious language that I have always felt rapport. They happily took out a few gray stones from their pockets. I don’t know if it’s my illusion. I feel like Greystone. However, it is not surprising if graystone is used for trading here.

There is one thing I have always cared about since I saw the world. The gray mist that filled the sky, and the gray mist sprayed from the mouths of these black-robed mages, seemed to be the same thing as the gray mist produced when the gray stone was made. However, Dorothy tried the power of Mageweave and found that these gray mists could not be made into graystone, and the corpses of these black-robed men and strange masks could not be made into graystone through decomposition.

Therefore, there has been no clear answer on whether these gray fog and the gray fog produced by the decomposition of gray stone are the same substance. In any case, this temporary data hedge space is very similar to the doomsday illusion to some extent. Perhaps the technologies used by the two are the same, but the difference is between maturity and maturity.

The shop owner took the stone of the black robe mage, spit out the gray mist, turned it into a package, packed the book, and turned it into a gray-black gelatinous fruit, only the size of an egg, much smaller than a book volume. The customer squeezed the fruit into his pocket and left the store. I put down the books and magazines quietly, and followed him out.

The black-robed mage in front looked around on the street and turned to a pub across the street. He and I crossed the street together at a distance of five meters. When preparing to enter the door, two elite wizards in casual clothes walked out. The black-robed man in front quickly stepped aside and bowed slightly to the two of them. I also hurriedly did it. The other party did not talk to each other. He clasped his shoulders, made a huge laugh, and walked into the street.

The mask that the quark turned into disintegrated like flowing water, and then got out from the bottom of the robe. I took a few steps to narrow the distance between the black robe mage and the black robe to a fist. As soon as I entered the door, the gray mist that was close to the ground, full of life and agility, climbed up to the black robe in front, and cut a hole in the pocket of gray stone on the waist, and I caught the five falling stones with my eyes and hands. , And then went to the opposite table with the black robe.

Although I want to tell immediately whether this gray stone is graystone, but at this moment, I can't use the power of the magic line, so I can only give it up. I was mixed in the crowd, using the power of quark, I dig out the pockets of six guests before I walked to the bar.

The bartender is a woman with a face mask and a tight-fitting vest, a so-called elite wizard. Except for the skin around the chest, her upper body is exposed to the air, and looks plump and hot, but her strong muscles and unique face mask make her look like a female wrestler. Although I can't understand the language here, judging from the woman's voice and actions, she has a refreshing temperament and a carefree attitude, but she is a woman who is completely different from Fu Jiang. She does not have the kind of intelligence to see through everything when Fu Jiang smiles.

There is a strong rhythm of rock music in the bar. The female bartender seems to like the rhythm, and the action is full of rhythm. She slapped the huge glass of wine in front of a black-robed mage, and the liquid similar to beer quickly foamed up and piled up at the mouth of the glass, as if it would flow down along the wall of the glass at any time, and then turned to me. I learned the pronunciation of the guest and called the same thing. I don't know if it was my own illusion, the bartender's gaze stopped for a moment on my face~IndoMTL.com~ as if to penetrate the brim and mask to see me clearly.

However, she quickly turned around. After a while, the same loud crash sounded in front of me. After the foam rose up, I followed the way of alcoholic drinkers and took a big sip. What should I say? Although the taste is slightly different in details, it is still beer.

I turned around and looked around the bar, looking for some possible opportunities. My task is to scout the workshop where the mask is made, but I intuitively think that rashly approaching that place is likely to expose my identity. If the power of the mage relies on the mask to exist, isn't the mask workshop a place where the arsenal of weapons is rigorously investigated?

The voice of a female bartender came from my ear, maybe it was someone called, but immediately, I was patted heavily on the shoulder. I quickly turned around, only to see the female bartender with her hands on the bar, her head almost stuck into my hood, her breathing was clear and audible, and it shocked me so much that she almost fell back. .

When my body was leaning back, the bartender suddenly reached out and grabbed my neckline, pulled my body back, and lifted my hood with her left hand. I felt a lot of eyes concentrating on me from all directions, and in a moment, a large part of the voice in the bar disappeared.

Has been discovered?