Antonio packed his gear and looked at the reincarnators standing beside him with a gentle smile: "Alright, let's go! Remember, don't expose any information about the Lord God to the natives."
"The situation this time isn’t too encouraging. I don't want any of us to have an accident. Speaking of which, Song Hang, do you know what's going on? I know that the world you entered last time was《Her Strangeness》and Zheng Qian’s team was completely wiped out, except for you and a middle-aged uncle, right?” Antonio looked at Song Hang, who had been pitifully shrinking his neck, his eyes timid and overcautious.
There was a hint of fear on Song Hang's face as he stuttered, "Yes, yes, sir, I’m also not too clear on the specific situation at that time because, uh, because we didn't participate in the plot from beginning to end …... just at the end, when we came back, we looked at the plot and found that world’s story had advanced ahead of time, Feng Xing died earlier. After that, everything was messed up. I, I could only hear the death notices, everyone... died...."
Even though it's been a while, Song Hang couldn't help trembling every time he thought of that time.
Those seemingly powerful reincarnators died so easily. There were even back to back announcements of their deaths. From that, you could imagine just how terrible the scene of the massacre was.
Therefore, he became what he was now.
He didn't want to experience the feeling of living in the fear of being killed all the time. That feeling of an omnipresent monster hiding in the darkness that you’re standing in. The thought of this would make anyone terrified.
Antonio chuckled, concealed the disdain in his eyes, and comforted gently: "Don't be afraid, this time it won't be like that. We’re fully prepared. As long as you complete this task, you will be our partner. Believe in yourself, you actually have great potential!"
Song Hang didn't notice Antonio's disdain. He looked up, his eyes full of emotion.
He felt that Sir Antonio was a person who was really suitable to be the captain. He was very grateful for his recognition. He immediately became determined to help the man get the captain’s position.
The two reincarnators next to Antonio revealed a condescending expression at Song Hang's weak performance.
In the interstellar world where an adventurous spirit and being proactive was advocated and encouraged, the practice of staying away from the plot because of fear would only get people’s derision.
"Okay, Song Hang’s explanation makes sense. I believe everyone knows that this situation is not a special case. It may be because of the butterfly effect from our actions or something else, but the result is already like this, we cannot escape. Now, I’m ready to go to Laleille to complete the side mission. Is there anyone who doesn’t want to go? You can just quit, I won't mind. "
The room was quiet for a moment, and Antonio smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Then, it's decided. Let's go and take a look at the Adventurers’ Guild now. The airship was booked a few days ago, we can leave in a while."
Everyone nodded and began to pack up their equipment.
When they had cleared everything, the sky outside was already bright. They left the room and went straight to the Adventurer’s Guild.
Adventurer's Guild
A man in a hooded cape sat on a chair in the noble’s parlour, his long, fair fingers spread slightly as he retracted the Sound Transmission spell.
That guy named Song Hang, that world he was previously in was actually Feng Xing’s world?
Had he ever seen him?
Zhou Yu depended on his outstanding memory and searched in his mind, and found him in a small corner.
Due to his formidable memory, everything that happened to him would be indiscriminately recorded in his consciousness. Therefore, in order to prevent his brain from exploding, Zhou Yu imitated a method he’d seen in a movie before. Method being, to build a memory palace in his own mind and put the numerous and disorderly memories into different categories, so it wasn't particularly difficult to find the memory of this person.
Ah, now he remembered, it was the person who passed him at the street corner in his last life.
Zhou Yu withdrew his train of thought and felt that this person was not of any importance. Even by virtue of that pass, he certainly could not recognize him - who had changed beyond recognition - at a glance.
Zhou Yu's eyes dulled for a moment. He couldn't even recognize himself, let alone an Outsider!
No longer paying attention to that unremarkable Outsider, Zhou Yu laid down on a chair with his eyes closed, waiting for the arrival of those Outsiders.
After Franken's disappearance, he began to closely monitor the Outsiders. While studying magic, he searched for various clues left by them, and finally found that they had left a task at the Adventurers' Guild - escorting the employer from the mainland to a mysterious island on the southern shore.
The moment Zhou Yu saw this task, he recalled a picture from the Plot Perception visions, an island hidden in mist.
It seemed that was where the story began.
Zhou Yu brushed the back of his left hand inadvertently, melancholy scratching at his heart.
By the time he got to that island, everything should be revealed.
Whether Feng Xing followed or left him, everything would have a result.
"Dear respected Lord Caster, the people who issued the task are here." The woman's sweet voice sounded, Zhou Yu opened his eyes and heard footsteps coming from behind him.
Those Outsiders have come.
Antonio walked in front, watching the female receptionist respectfully bow to a man with his face covered, his expression somewhat skeptical.
He’d just learned that the person who took on his task was actually a Caster.
How could that be!
Because he didn’t convert too many points to gold coins with the Lord God, the reward for the quest issued wasn’t high. Those indigenous casters who pretended to be high and mighty would actually take this quest on their own accord? He thought it would be a small mercenary regiment who would accept it!
"Hello."
The hood slipped down, and the blonde young man with pale, snow-like smooth and translucent skin, charming emerald-green eyes, an extremely friendly smile, and tall figure who was hidden under the cape was extremely enchanting.
Even Antonio, who’d seen countless beauties in the interstellar world, couldn't help but be stunned. He was speechless at this young man’s beauty, his eyes were full of astonishment.
However, after all, his reason had the upper hand, so with a smile on his face, he flattered, "Dear revered Lord Caster, hello, I really didn’t expect that such an honorable person would take on this small task."
"Ah, I just happened to need to go to the southern shore to find some rare magical materials. You don't have to doubt my intentions." The youth's eyes were still mild. He had seen through the misgivings in their hearts without the slightest anger, this good temperament was very rare in the always haughty and arrogant caster community.
Standing at the back, Song Hang looked at the young man obsessively, thinking that there was a lot of fate between them. They’d only met once a few days ago, and they were reunited again today.
But looking at the youth’s prideful bearing, Song Hang lowered his head a little in shame.
He was still too weak, even for a small world’s native, he didn’t have the courage to pursue him.
Zhou Yu effortlessly showed these Outsiders his unordinary spell practice, successfully gaining the incredulous and ecstatic gazes of these Outsiders, and muddled through the matter of him not having his credentials and proof of identity.
In the past few days, he’d absorbed all the books in the old man's library, relying on his strong understanding and magical talents, as well as the abundance of magic in his body. His magical cultivation has grown at a rate sufficient to awe the world.
He didn’t go to the Caster's Association to test his level, and was unable to have a clear understanding of his own power, but he thought that he should at least be able to protect himself. Although he wasn’t at the level to destroy a city with a wave of his hand, it should be enough to venture to a small island.
If such a thought was made known to those senior casters - who could only let out a few feeble spells - they would probably want to hang themselves. For this low-magic world, to say that such power was more than enough to break into an island was simply understating it. There would be no problem walking across the continent sideways. (Blu: Walking across somewhere sideways means to cause trouble here and there.)
Another scene flashed again in front of him, Zhou Yu had a clearer understanding of the plot.
Humans lying disorderly on the beach, a crazy man in a black robe and an ignorant blond girl.
On the sacrificial altar, a giant monster lay quietly on it as torches lit one after another, the atmosphere eerie and frightening.
The sky was overcast with huge tentacles extending out of the ocean, setting off a tsunami that covered half of the continent, plunging the people into an abyss of misery.
This really was a big production movie, ah.
Zhou Yu smiled at these Outsiders, but thought of completely irrelevant things in his heart.
He kind of wanted to see the original movie now.
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The author has something to say: Thank you so much for the decadent-Chen-, gsanfen mines ~ Thank you for the support of the angels ~ Do you love you guys ~ Hold a kiss!
Thank you, little angel's nutrient solution ~
By the way, because the stupid author has been pirated synchronously, there is no way to increase the time. The angel with insufficient proportion may need to wait a little longer qaq
Little Theater:
Cultists: (Push the carriage over) My lord! We have found what you want! (Starry eyes)
Cthulhu: (opens the roof of the cage with excitement) My wife!
Franken: (staring indifferently)
Cthulhu: (turns around and vomits)
Spiritual world consciousness: (cover your eyes and can't bear to look) Hey, it's too bad, really too bad!
Cthulhu's world consciousness: (silently eating melon) I think it's okay.
Spiritual World Consciousness: (Amazing) Old Cthulu? !! Are you aesthetically fine? (Take out an ugly little octopus) Come and look at this, how does it look?
Cthulhu World Consciousness: (Empty expression) Well, as beautiful as you are.
Spiritual World Consciousness: ... (take out the hanging rope) Don't stop dad! Is dad so ugly? Dad wants to commit suicide? Huh!
Cthulhu World Consciousness: (silently stretches out the tentacle pad below)
Spiritual World Consciousness: (Question) Hey? Why can't dad die! Whooooooooooooooooooooooh, no matter what, dad just wants to die! (Dangling)