Wasteland Code Survival Chapter 184: Qi Lin’s plan

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Opening the door, I saw that Aya was awake, sitting at the table, playing with the m14ebr rifle that Qi Lin had left in the room because it was too long to carry.

"Are you...that older sister or younger sister?" Although the person who woke up this time seems to have a stronger personality, Qi Lin still decided to ask for insurance.

"Did you go to Saman's side?"

Aya Kui raised her head and glanced at Qi Lin. The cold tone and the same cold eyes let Qi Lin know that his judgment was correct.

"Well, I went to investigate and got some interesting information." Qi Lin walked to the table, grabbed the glass with half a glass of water left, and was about to drink it out, but the glass flew involuntarily Leaving his palm, he floated into the air.

"This is what I drank." Aya Kui said, Qi Lin only noticed that there was a subtle lip print on the edge of the cup.

"Really...you can stay in that kind of environment in the dungeon. Do you still care about this?" Qi Lin muttered a little dissatisfiedly. He took out an unopened bottle of drinking water from his backpack and unscrewed it. Filled half a bottle down.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, by the way, have you figured out how to deal with the mutual aid association plan? If not, do you want to listen to my suggestions?"

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Southern District, Cathedral.

Bishop Saman was in his office looking at the report documents for the last week, when a knock on the door suddenly rang.

"What's the matter?"

"My lord, the fog-eyed knight who set out to **** the missionaries last night is back." Outside the door sounded a soft voice of a maid that Bishop Saman liked very much.

"Fogy eyes? Well, let him come up, I just have something." Saman pushed the gold wire spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose as a second-level evolutionary. In fact, Saman's eyesight has no problem. The effect of the costly plain eyes is just an ornament for this nearly seventy year old guy.

"Yes."

Five minutes later, the office door was knocked again, and a foggy voice sounded outside: "Master Bishop, I am back."

"Well, come in."

The office door was pushed open, fog eyes walked straight in, and knelt down on one knee five meters away from the huge walnut desk.

"Huh? How did you make this look?"

The current appearance of Foggy Eyes can be said to be extremely embarrassed. A clean white priest's robe is covered with filth and blood stains, and there are many damages, and the combat uniform in the robe is not much better, on the chest. There were three shocking claw marks everywhere, exposing the soft close-fitting armor worn inside.

"We encountered a siege from zombies on this mission, and our subordinates broke out forcibly"

"Zombies? I know, let’s not mention that. Today, an assassin tried to sneak into the cathedral. Fortunately, he was discovered by a brave knight. Now I have issued a wanted warrant, but recently the number of knights in our southern zone is a bit There is a shortage, you work hard, and take your people to join the raid.” Saman said casually while looking at a statistical file.

"My lord... count me... we... only two people came back."

"Huh? What did you say?" Saman was stunned, and moved his gaze from the file in his hand to Foggy Eye.

"There are so many zombies. We were forced to break through when we were surrounded by strongholds, and the missionaries could not be sent out... The mission failed..."

"...Misty Eyes, what do you want me to say about you? Last time, when you caught that infidel, you damaged most of your knights. I finally managed to let the knights take you under pressure. The troops under you are now supplemented and complete. It’s better now. In just a few days, your army is almost wiped out again? Who is responsible for this?"

"Master Bishop, I..."

"These knights are all heroic warriors of the Lord God. It is not easy to train each one. Moreover, your mission failed again this time. How do you tell me to report to the Archbishop?" Bishop Saman's tone began to become more and more severe. The more severe it comes.

"Master, there are too many zombies"

"This is not a reason! Zombies, such low-level creatures, can you be surrounded by patrolling outposts? Don't think that you can be careless with the name of the Templars on your head. The Lord God will never take care of negligence. Duty guy!"

"I..."

"This mission failed. Go back and report to the headquarters of the Knights. I will not share the responsibility for you anymore. Also, you have had a big problem recently. I think you are not suitable for leading the knights on the mission. Now, it’s better to go to the confessional for some retreat.” Saman said sternly.

"...Thank you for your forgiveness, your subordinates understand...In addition, the subordinates have a small request..." Foggy knelt on the ground and bowed deeply, almost touching his head. The deep red carpet on the ground.

"What's the matter?"

"May I ask how my sister is doing in the parish recently? Can I see her?"

"Your sister..." Saman froze for a moment, the expression on his face was unnatural for a moment, however, this change was not seen by the foggy eyes with his head down.

"Aren't you living together in the real world? Why, she didn't tell you herself?"

"Uh...Whenever my subordinates ask, my sister always dealt with a few sentences without mentioning her, so I still want to see with my own eyes how she's doing in the cathedral~IndoMTL. com~I hope that the bishop can fulfill this small wish of his subordinates."

"How is your life?" Saman squinted his eyes, and then asked, "Do you think we will treat the people below in the cathedral? In the words of your Chinese, touch your own Think about it with your conscience. How did I treat you in the past, how did you climb to where you are now. In addition, if you insist on seeing her, it’s really unfortunate. Recently there was a sacrifice on the holy ship that was short of people. I I sent your sister over, and it is estimated that it will take at least half a week to come back. Okay, if you have nothing to do, you can withdraw."

"...Yes, may the glory of the Lord God bless you."

"May the Lord God bless you, next time, if you come out of such a basket, think about the consequences for yourself."

Coming out of Bishop Saman’s office, when Foggy Eye was about to reach the stairs, a small roll of paper suddenly flew in front of him out of thin air, and then drew a weird circle under his nose. .

"!"

Misty eyes were startled, and he was about to stretch his hand to the holster around his waist, only to suddenly remember that when he entered the cathedral, his weapons had been handed over to the Templars guarding the stairs on the first floor. .

But the note didn't play any tricks. After drawing a circle to attract the attention of foggy eyes, it floated quietly to his feet.

Misty Eye looked around, and there was no one else in the corridor. Several windows inlaid with fine broken glass were also tightly closed, and the two Templars on the stairs did not look here. Come.

"Strange..."

Mumbling quietly, Foggy Eye bent down and picked up the note, and stretched it out on the palm of his hand with a thumb.

Only a simple sentence on the note:

"Your sister is in the fourth room on the second floor from the stairs." 2k Novel Reading Network