dhibooks Chapter 12 Possessive
Chapter 12 Possessive
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Lin Qiao decided to stay in Dawn City for a while to see if he could find the protagonist.
After all, the Lord of the Abyss is a buried mine, and it will explode at some point, so it's better to solve it as soon as possible.
But here comes the problem, he only remembers the protagonist's name as "Andy", but he doesn't know the last name.
For him, the biggest obstacle in reading the background novels of Western Fantasy is that he can't tell who the long and awkward Western surnames are. Now he can still remember a name clearly, which is already a super memory.
But having a name doesn't mean you can find someone, because the name "Andy"... well, it's as common as Tom, Tony, and Lily on this continent.
If I shouted on the road now, at least seven or eight people turned around.
Finding someone just by a bad street name is pure fantasy.
Fortunately, Lin Qiao is not in a hurry, stay here for a while, and just look for it slowly.
The most urgent thing now is not to find the protagonist, but to find a place to live first.
Lin Qiao joked to Arthur: "What if I can only sleep on the street tonight?"
Arthur obviously didn't know what "just kidding" meant, and looked at Lin Qiao blankly.
Lin Qiao: "Okay, it's impossible to really let you sleep on the street."
Arthur's reaction was always slow, and he only answered now: "I, follow Jojo."
Lin Qiao deliberately teased him: "Sleeping on the street together?"
Arthur gave a serious "hmm".
Lin Qiao gave birth to pity again: "You are so stupid and stupid, if I am not here, what should you do if you are cheated away?"
Arthur shook his head and said firmly: "No, yes."
Qiao Qiao is a sacrifice of the abyss, without his permission, even death, cannot be taken away from the abyss.
Lin Qiao thought Arthur was saying that he would not be deceived, so he muttered, "I'm quite confident."
Arthur raised his eyelids and stared straight in, his pupils were dark, even the darkest night could not compare: "Don't you believe it?"
Lin Qiao felt that Arthur was always extremely stubborn at certain times.
Such as his fledgling plot.
Another example is some inexplicable persistence.
But it's not a big problem, just follow the coaxing and it's over.
So Lin Qiao nodded perfunctorily: "All right, all right, trust you, trust you."
Arthur didn't realize that it was perfunctory at all, his eyes lit up, obviously very satisfied.
After Lin Qiao coaxed the silly Arthur, he encountered a new problem - no place to live.
Dawn City has a clear hierarchy from top to bottom.
Slaves, commoners, nobles, priests... everyone has their own status.
And Lin Qiao didn't have a clear identity.
The original owner was originally a down-and-out little nobleman, but this is the territory of a big nobleman. He didn't wear a family crest, and he couldn't prove his identity. It wasn't certain whether others would recognize him or not.
He is not a follower of the God of Light—not only is he not, he even joined a heresy.
And because of his talent, he didn't join the Wizards Association or the Swordsman Association.
In this way, his identity is not high or low, and he is considered a half-black household, which is very embarrassing.
If the noble son hadn't brought him into the city, he would have been arrested and questioned by the guards at the gate of the city.
In this situation, he couldn't rent a house, so he had to find a place to lie down on the side of the road, or try his luck in a tavern on the black market.
Lin Qiao chose the latter.
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Oak Tavern.
The fire in the fireplace crackled and burned, exuding the aroma of baking bread.
The swordsman in armor sat at a table, discussing the recent price of Warcraft spar, and when he talked about being lowered by the merchant, he slapped the table angrily, poured down a strong drink, and then cursed those pretending noble.
Most magicians walk alone indifferently, sitting in a corner in black robes.
The traveling bard held his harp and sang light and bright songs in a low voice.
At this moment, there was a crisp wind chime at the door.
A strange boy pushed open the door and strode in.
He has charcoal-like hair, skin that is fairer than milk, bright eyes, and rosy lips. In the dim tavern, he immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The bard plucked the wrong string and stared at the young man's face: "Praise the abundance—"
Lin Qiao paused.
He is not a cherished creature, so what does he do?
Arthur, who was following behind, quietly raised his eyelids, and his pupils rolled slightly, like a bottomless abyss.
The lively tavern was suddenly frozen.
Those people trembled as if they had been electrocuted, then quickly looked away and lowered their heads.
They were all blood-licking adventurers, and they could clearly sense that this slender-looking young man was dangerous.
Not only dangerous, but also with a dark and ominous atmosphere.
This breath is like a mark, clearly expressing ownership.
Adventurers will not make trouble for themselves, pretending not to know anything, not talking too much, not watching too much, is the best choice.
Lin Qiao felt a little strange, but didn't think too much, and walked directly to the counter.
The owner of the tavern was a strong man with a red beard. He asked carelessly, "Do you want to drink? 3 silver coins an ounce, 10 silver coins three ounces."
The currency system on this continent is simple, and most of the coins in circulation are copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins.
Among them, 10 copper coins = 1 silver coin, and 10 silver coins = 1 gold coin.
Lin Qiao recalled for a while. According to the memory of the original owner, the purchasing power of 1 silver coin is roughly equal to 100 yuan in modern times.
Spend 100 yuan, buy a glass of wine, blood loss.
But considering the productivity of this world, is it still normal?
Lin Qiao's thoughts flashed, and she couldn't help but ask, "Is the price unreasonable?"
3 silver coins for one ounce, 10 silver coins for three ounces, isn't it an extra silver coin?People in this world don't count very well, do they?
Red Beard: "?"
Lin Qiao laughed dryly: "Just kidding. Don't drink, stay in a hotel."
The red beard looked Lin Qiao up and down: "Are you a magician?"
Lin Qiao didn't know why he asked such a question, but he still answered, "No."
Red Beard: "Then you are a swordsman?"
Lin Qiao: "...No."
The red beard scratched his beard: "I'm not a swordsman or a magician...then I can't receive you."
Lin Qiao was at a loss: "Huh?"
Is this still discriminatory?
Redbeard knocked on a small wooden sign hanging on the counter.
Lin Qiao followed the trend and looked over.
The wooden sign is the size of a palm, with a pattern engraved on it.The outer side of the pattern is thorns, and the center is the overlapping of magic wand and sword, forming an "X" shape.
Red Beard said: "This store only accepts adventurers."
Lin Qiao: The newspaper group is exclusive?
He and the red beard looked at each other, and then came to his senses.
It's not xenophobia, it's just trying to blackmail a fortune.
This is being taken advantage of, is it right or wrong?
After all, there is only such a tavern in Liming City that accepts guests, and the price is raised by sitting on the ground. He is a foreigner, and there is nothing he can do.
Just when Lin Qiao was hesitating, a voice rang out: "Redbeard, don't bully children."
Lin Qiao turned his head.
The bard blinked at him, and continued to say to the tavern owner: "It's an old rule hundreds of years ago that you only accept adventurers."
The bard's popularity here is good, which has attracted the approval of others.
The red beard had no choice but to take back what he had just said angrily: "Stay in a hotel, 10 silver coins a night."
Lin Qiao touched his pocket, only to find out a very serious matter - he has no money.
Under the gaze of the red beard, he fumbled and fumbled, and finally found a gold cufflink.
"How much is this worth?" he asked.
The red beard took it and carefully looked at it under the light. He was about to suppress the price when that annoying bard popped out again.
"Although it is gold-plated, the color is good and the pattern is beautifully carved. It would be great if it is a pair." The bard said clearly, "Now there is only one, so it is only worth 20 silver coins."
He slapped the counter with a palm: "Redbeard, pay."
The red beard was so angry that he blew his beard and muttered: "You bastard, I promise to the God of Light, I will break your leg sooner or later..."
While speaking, twenty silver coins were discharged.
Lin Qiao didn't even bargain, and took out another ten silver coins, and pushed them back: "Stay for one night."
The red beard suddenly smiled again.
This is equivalent to turning the left hand into the right hand, no loss.
Lin Qiao collected the remaining ten silver coins and smiled at the bard: "Thank you."
The bard's face was a little red, and he waved his hands: "It's nothing..." He began to introduce himself, "Yuri, from the south of the mainland, a descendant of the goddess of fertility."
Lin Qiao also imitated his appearance: "Joe Flynn, um... have no faith yet."
Yuri's eyes lit up immediately: "Honey, do you have time to listen to the teachings and allusions of the goddess of abundance..."
Lin Qiao: I don't believe in religion, thank you.
But in the context of this world, he can temporarily choose not to believe in gods, but he cannot blatantly say that he has no beliefs.
So he said vaguely, "I'll think about it."
After finally getting rid of the overly enthusiastic Yuri, he hurried into the room on the second floor.
After closing the door, he turned his head and met a pair of dark eyes.
Lin Qiao: "Arthur?"
Arthur said in a low voice, "Another one."
Lin Qiao: "Huh?"
What another one?
Arthur looked a little bit wrong: "Jojo, you promised me."
I promised him that I would not believe in other gods.
As a result, I met the believers of the God of Light first, and before it was resolved, the believers of the Goddess of Harvest ran out.
Qiao Qiao did not refuse the invitation of the goddess of abundance, and even said to think about it.
And every time he gave Abyss favor, Qiao Qiao could refuse without hesitation.
Arthur was aggrieved and angry, his mood fluctuated, and the shadow falling behind him was distorted, spreading around like a wave.
Arthur is the master of the abyss, the incarnation of darkness, the master of death... He is the god of darkness and the master of the abyss.
So he doesn't have the virtues of fraternity and tolerance, but is paranoid and stubborn, and has a clear possessive desire.
He had an impulse to trap Qiao Qiao in the embrace of the abyss, no one would know, even the gods could not touch it, this was... his exclusive sacrifice.
Lin Qiao still didn't know anything about the change, so he was taken aback for a moment before he realized it.
Unexpectedly, Arthur was quite insecure.
However, after chatting with others for a few words, he eagerly came over to ask questions.
Lin Qiao felt it was funny, so he put his arm on Arthur's shoulder naturally, and coaxed, "Okay, if it wasn't for Yuri, we wouldn't be able to live in the tavern."
Arthur was still quarreling, turned his face away, and refused to listen to the explanation.
Lin Qiao had no choice but to say: "It's not that I wanted to talk to him, he found it himself." He deliberately pretended to be wronged, "Is this also my fault?"
Arthur's eyelashes fluttered.
It seems... makes sense.
It's not Jojo's fault.
It was those hateful gods who wanted to take Jojo from him, and it was their fault.
Lin Qiao continued: "I won't run away with others, what do you have to be afraid of?"
Arthur's eyes fell.
Scared?
The Lord of the Abyss is never afraid.
If you hide Qiao Qiao in the abyss because of the prying eyes of other gods, wouldn't you admit defeat to those gods?
Arthur opened his mouth and retorted, "I'm not afraid."
Lin Qiao blinked: "Then what are you worried about?"
Arthur was speechless: "I..."
Lin Qiao: "Instead of worrying about me running away with others, we should worry about other things. We don't have much money." He didn't think about what suggestions Arthur could make, and said to himself, "Why don't you go out to work to earn some money first?" money?"
False book transmigration: Relying on the prophecy of the plot, killing the Quartet.
The real book: continue to work in 996 to make money.
Lin Qiao had a headache and couldn't help muttering: "It seems that I can't go anywhere without money..."
While muttering, the sky outside the window darkened, and the strong wind swept through the half-opened window, making a "woo-woo" sound.
Lin Qiao closed the window and adjusted the quilt again.
After a long day of running around, the drowsiness couldn't stop coming.
He lay on the bed and fell asleep in a short while.
Before falling into a deep sleep, he saw Arthur leaning forward gently, a strand of dark red hair dangling in front of the tip of his nose.
Lin Qiao fell asleep.
So he didn't notice that Arthur's eyes were serious and stubborn, not as quiet and harmless as usual.
……
Arthur half-kneeled in front of the bed, quietly guarding Lin Qiao.
He doesn't like to sleep.
Instead of wasting time in the dark, watch more of his JoJo.
Time passed little by little.
Just when it was late at night, a soul-like voice echoed in the room.
"Arthur..."
"Arthur..."
"I swear by darkness, I will deprive you of your life, take your soul, and dedicate it to the abyss..."
Arthur slowly turned his face to the side, the moonlight was flowing, his face was indifferent, mixed with an evil spirit, so delicate that he didn't look like a living person.
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感谢在2022-04-1922:54:57~2022-04-2120:24:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: if you don’t hit the next year, one will die;
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Providence;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!