This Game is Too Real Chapter 665

  Chapter 665 Have we met somewhere?

  As soon as the front foot returned to the camp, Benoit's smiling face immediately collapsed, squinting his eyes and throwing a sentence at the guard who was following him.

   "The slaves who just went out from the camp to watch the excitement, each will be rewarded with fifteen lashes."

  The guard nodded and was about to execute the order when he suddenly remembered something and asked again.

   "Where is Miss Sistil?"

  Hearing the old woman's name, Benoit's face darkened even more.

   "Give her thirty lashes!"

  Special grandma's.

  I can't clean up the alliance, and I can't clean up how many of you?

   Thinking of the way the crowd looked at them, Benoit felt furious in his heart, wishing he could grab that ignorant centurion and whip him together.

   It's a pity that he has a high status as an officer in the legion, and the faction has always been united. Even if the guy is just a centurion, he has no legitimate reason and it is not easy to strike.

   As for slaves, there is not so much fuss.

   At this moment, Benoit suddenly thought of something again, and stretched out his hand to grab the soldier who was about to carry out the order.

"Wait."

  The guard bowed quickly.

   "My lord, do you have any other orders?"

   Benoit's expression flickered slightly.

   “…remember to close the door.”

  The guard was stunned for a while, and then nodded with a subtle expression.

"yes!"

  After the order was given, Benoit returned to his tent.

  Perhaps the soldier obeyed his order and tied the curtain of the tent tightly. Sitting in the tent, he did not hear the sound of the whip and the wailing of the servants.

   Benoit was still angry, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. On behalf of Triumph City, he has also traveled to some survivor settlements, but he has never received such rude treatment.

  This gang of **** barbarians, relying on the support of enterprises and colleges behind them, dare not take their legion seriously!

   It seems that those **** from the Eastern Expansion Faction still beat them up too lightly!

It is worth mentioning that although the two expeditions of the Legion failed to move the border an inch forward, and lost countless troops, under the overwhelming exaggeration of "City of Triumph", these two expeditions still won the victory of the Legion. Victory ends.

   Benoit didn't fully believe in the Triumph, after all, his daughter worked there, and having dealt with the propaganda department all the year round, he knew how much nonsense those guys were capable of.

  However, he didn't have any doubts about the conclusion of the "Triumph". No matter how stubborn the barbarians in the east of the great desert were, the victory of the legion was beyond doubt.

  They will not lose to a group of wastelanders, but the cost is a little bit more expensive due to the involvement of enterprises, the Great Rift Valley and the academy.

   It is precisely because of this that His Majesty the Marshal did not hold a triumphant ceremony for those idiots who wasted money and money. After all, there is really nothing to brag about.

  At this time, footsteps came from outside the tent, and then someone rang the bell hanging beside the curtain.

  Looking at the figure at the door, Benoit frowned slightly, cleared his throat and said "Come in".

  The door curtain is opened.

  Seeing that it was a pangolin standing at the door, Benoit frowned a little, leaned on the chair and said.

"what's up?"

   Changing his usually taciturn image, the Zhandi guy made a resentful look, and bowed his head in a deep voice.

   "My lord, why should we bow our heads to them? If they are not convinced, just fight them again, and it will be enough to beat them until they are convinced."

  Hearing this stupid remark, Benoit curled his lips.

"You rough people, you talk about fighting and killing all day long, how can things be so easy! If a fight solves all problems, why didn't you solve the problem last year? We are here to discuss cooperation with them. You didn't come here to turn against them!"

  Although Benoit used a reprimanding tone when he said these words, his mood became much smoother after he said the words.

  Looking at that guy's sense of superiority, the Zhandi guy couldn't help secretly admiring the spring water that gave him bad ideas.

   This guy still has something.

   "But... are we going to endure it like this and let them ride on our heads?"

"Cooperating with the alliance on the issue of mutant slime mold is the meaning of the Marshal. Compared with this matter... other conflicts can be put aside for a while." Benoit narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued slowly, "Of course , These guys are a little too arrogant. I will show them some color and suppress their arrogance, but not now."

  The Zhandi guy's heart moved, and he asked happily.

   "What are you going to do?"

   Benoit glanced at him.

   "It's okay to inquire about nothing. I have an idea in my mind about how to arrange it. By the way, don't tell others what you just said, especially Quick."

  Quick is his adjutant, and his military rank is only a commander. However, many people in the mission respect him, even more than Ambassador Benoit.

  Although in the legion, the status of military officers is higher than that of civil servants, but it is not to the extent that the commander-in-chief needs to salute the commander-in-chief first.

  Recalling Benoit's fearful attitude towards the adjutant before, the field guy couldn't help asking curiously.

  "Master Benoit, speaking of it...what's the situation with that Quick? Why do you feel like you are afraid of him."

   "Afraid of him?" Benoit twitched the corner of his mouth, and said without taboo, "That's not true, but his identity is indeed unusual, he is a member of the Imperial Guard."

   Never heard of this word before, the warfield guy asked in a daze.

   "The Praetorian Guard?"

  He had only heard of the Youth Army.

  The alliance's staff officer, Vanus, seems to have come from there.

   Not surprised by the surprise of the field guy, Benoit said succinctly.

"You haven't been to Triumph City, and you haven't heard of it. It's normal. They usually only operate in Triumph City, and they won't leave there without the command of the Marshal. Simply put, they are the eyes of the Marshal. You just need to know This will do."

  Although the matter about the Praetorian Guards does not seem to be a sensitive topic, Benoit still doesn't seem to want to talk about it.

  The ambiguous attitude caused a trace of curiosity in the Warfield guy's heart. Just when he was about to make a detour and ask another question, Benoit suddenly waved to him, beckoning him to come closer and whisper in a low voice.

   "By the way, you happen to be here, you go and do something for me."

  Seeing the trigger task, the battlefield atmosphere group looked serious and said immediately.

   "My lord please give me instructions!"

   Benoit said softly.

   "I heard that the envoys of the Free State are also in Aurora City. You can find their location for me...Ask them to come and talk to us."

  The battlefield guy was overjoyed when he heard this.

   Good guy.

  Just now he was thinking about sneaking out after midnight when everyone was asleep!

  With Captain Benoit's mission, it would be convenient for him to find those excuses.

   Secretly wrote down Benoit's instructions, and the warrior nodded without hesitation.

"yes!"

   Benoit nodded in satisfaction and waved his hands.

   "Go."

   Watching the pangolin pass through the curtain and leave the spacious tent, Bantenuo had a faint smile on his face.

  Although it is not convenient for him to beat the alliance himself, he can find an ally who also hates the alliance to do it for him.

  However, at this moment, neither Benoit, who thought that everything was under control, nor a young boy who walked out of the camp in an open manner, did not notice that a pair of eyes were watching them not far away.

  Quick, who was standing at the gate of the camp, smiled faintly, turned around and returned to his tent...

  After leaving the camp, the Zhandi guy didn't immediately go to inquire about the residence of the Free State envoy, but turned around in the alley.

   After confirming that there were no pursuers, he followed the map he had checked on the official website and headed all the way to the nearest player save point.

  All alliance settlements have such a facility, and only players and staff employed by the shelter can enter.

  There are not only hibernation cabins for archiving, but also rentable storage space, as well as an NPC store that sells "restricted equipment".

  The equipment that has a threshold of contribution points is one of the benefits provided by the shelter to the player. Here, you can even buy a set of power armor with one million silver coins.

  If it is really sold at the market price, it would be a bargain if you add a retail item. Naturally, it is impossible for anyone to buy it.

  Looking at the battlefield atmosphere team approaching, the staff member on duty glanced at his arm and yawned sleepily.

   "…a shelter resident?"

  The field guy nodded.

   "ID: battlefield atmosphere group, I don't have my VM with me, biometric identification."

   Not surprised by this strangely pronounced ID, the staff expertly took out the dusty iris scanner from the drawer.

   "Look at the camera."

  The Battlefield guy moved his face closer, his eyes facing the camera.

  The signal light jumped twice.

  Looking at the six zeros displayed on the screen, the staff who originally thought it was troublesome suddenly showed a surprised expression on their faces.

   Good guy!

   Trainee knight!

   Only when the contribution points reach 100,000 can one obtain the contribution level of an apprentice knight, and every refuge resident who reaches this level is a hero who has gone through life and death for the alliance!

  In just a split second, his eyes on the battlefield atmosphere team changed from routine to deep admiration, and the original sleepiness was also swept away.

   "What would you like to order?"

   Feeling a little embarrassed by the passionate eyes, the warfield guy smiled and said.

   "A set of K-10 'Iron Wall' exoskeleton with full protection system, is it in stock?"

   "Yes! Please follow me!"

  Handed the workstation to another colleague on duty, and then the staff member enthusiastically led him to the warehouse beside him.

  Following the footsteps of the staff member, the warrior who stepped into the warehouse picked out a K-10 exoskeleton of suitable size and put it on.

  Standing in front of the mirror and putting on the helmet, he confirmed that he covered himself tightly enough. Then he paid the money with satisfaction and left the "player service area".

  Crossing the bustling streets, headed straight to the trading post in the north. When the battlefield atmosphere group appeared in the hotel lobby, the players sitting near the bar suddenly fell silent.

   The first to recognize this guy is me the darkest.

  The brother's eyes widened, and he jumped off the bar stool.

   "Damn it! Wear—"

  Before the cry of surprise fell, a gust of wind came to his mouth, and he pressed the name back firmly.

   "Fuck! Don't yell! I'm still on a mission!" The Zhandi guy covered his mouth with a panicked expression.

  The debtor with big eyes who walked aside patted him on the shoulder with a playful smile, and said winkingly.

   "What's the matter? Those NPCs can't understand the Mandarin my blackest brother speaks... Seriously, what are you thinking?"

   Confounded by this sentence, the Zhandi guy froze for a moment, and let go of me who was desperately struggling.

   "What do you think?"

   Lian Dao glanced aside.

  The Battlefield guy followed his line of sight and saw a girl holding a tray in both hands, standing by the bar and looking at him.

  She is not tall, with a very small white nose bridge, fluffy light brown long hair tied in a ponytail, and looks cute and well-behaved.

  She doesn't look like a player.

   It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

   Glancing at the smiling brothers, the Zhandi guy subconsciously switched the language and asked a little cautiously.

"…Who are you?"

  Hearing the low voice with a hint of stumbling, Lisa involuntarily opened her eyes wide, with unbelievable tears in her eyes.

   "I...I'm Lisa."

  Lisa?

  The Zhandi guy looked at her blankly. He had never heard of this name, but the more he looked at her, the more familiar it became, so he asked in an uncertain tone.

   "Have we met somewhere?"

  Lisa nodded hastily, staring intently into his eyes, her cheeks gradually flushed, and finally summoned up the courage to speak.

   "Yes, it was... at Fallen Leaf Ridge, when General McClenn rewarded you with me and others. So, so, I... I am your man!"

   "Cough!"

  Hearing this powerful speech, the warfield guy was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

  Especially when he caught a glimpse of the spring water from the corner of his eye, I was the darkest with that expression of suppressed laughter that was about to burst into internal injury, and his toes almost pierced the ground.

  Looking at Mr. Pangolin coughing suddenly for some reason, Lisa quickly went behind the bar to pour a cup of hot water, trotted all the way to his side, and handed it over to him.

   "Please drink some water."

"Thanks…"

   Taking the water glass from the little girl's hand, the warrior brought it to his lips with a look of embarrassment, but bumped into the helmet covering his head and splashed himself in the face.

  It was only then that he remembered that he was wearing a fully-protected iron bumper, and the visor of the helmet was not even removed.

"Hahaha!"

  Seeing the embarrassing appearance of the Zhandi guy, I couldn't hold my expression any longer, and burst out laughing while clutching my stomach. Even Lao Bai, who has always been good at controlling expressions, grinned heartily.

   Didn't notice the reaction of others, Lisa, who only had pangolins in her eyes, hurriedly wanted to help him take off the helmet, but was stopped by the former gently reaching out.

  Looking at Lisa with a puzzled expression on her face, the warriors who couldn't bear the eyes of those dogs put their water glasses on the bar.

"follow me."

  Throwing this sentence, he walked towards the wooden door beside him, and took Lisa to the yard between the main building and the annex.

   There were no people in the yard, and there were no bright lights. There was only a flower bed planted with some flowers and plants and a row of washbasins for sobering up. It looked very empty.

  Looking at Lisa who was looking at him anxiously, the warfield guy glanced in the direction of the main hotel building, took a deep breath and took off his helmet.

   "It's inconvenient to talk just now, so let's make a long story short. I'm on a very important mission, Pangolin... Uh, that's my code name. When I sneak out, you can just call me Battlefield, that's my real name."

   After holding back for a long time, he still didn't have the nerve to say his full name, nor did he say the nicknames other players gave him.

  Looking intently into his eyes, Lisa nodded seriously, and took note of the name seriously.

   "Yeah! I remember."

"Thank you for your cooperation...By the way, you are a survivor of the Fallen Leaf Camp? I said that when I saw you, I thought I had seen it somewhere before." The warfield guy smiled embarrassedly, and continued to ask, "Are you the only one here? Others What about people?"

   "They are also there, some are still in Dawn City, some have gone to other places, and have started a new life..." Lisa whispered, telling him what happened before.

  Including the soldiers of the Stormtroopers taking over the camp after he left that day, including the fact that Grandpa Hook, the owner of the hotel, gave her a job as a waiter, etc.

   Hearing it until the end, the Zhandi guy showed a relieved smile on his face.

   "Yes, I am very glad that you are all living a normal life. This is the best result, and my efforts are not in vain... What about you? Are you satisfied with your current job?"

  Lisa nodded her head vigorously, her cheeks were flushed, and her bright eyes were filled with moonlight.

"Well! Everyone is a very good person, and they usually take good care of me... And everyone told me that you have traveled a long way, and it will take some time to come back, but as long as you wait here, you will be able to wait for you. So, I've just... stayed here forever."

"Uh, what are you waiting for me... Ah, if it was the order of that guy McLenne, you don't have to. You are now a citizen of the Union, and you don't belong to anyone, and of course not mine." Looking at the incoherent Lisa, the warband Some explained dumbfoundingly.

   To him, that was a side quest from a long, long time ago.

   On the way here, he had already seen the Fallen Leaf City on the airship on the land where they once shed their blood.

   People there are living a normal life, and it is getting better every day.

   At least for him, that piece of information has come to a successful conclusion.

   "It's not because of someone's order..."

   Lisa puffed up her cheeks, and was about to speak, but soon she seemed to remember something, buried her raised head, and whispered.

   "I... I just want to say thank you, thank you for giving me a new life."

  The warfield guy smiled when he heard this, and reached out to touch the buried little head.

   "You're welcome. We came out of the shelter to do this... This is our job and our mission."

   I didn't expect that branch line would have such a follow-up.

  It seems that I have changed the lives of many people without knowing it.

  Looking at the little girl in front of him, the Zhandi guy suddenly felt a slight warmth in his heart, which he had never felt before in other games.

  Perhaps because the game is too real.

  The warmth that touched the depths of his soul moved him more than silver coins and contribution points.

  Perhaps, this is the reason that really prompted him to continue the undercover mission with an outrageously long period, without complaint or regret...

  Feeling the warmth above her head, Lisa gently raised her head, with a slight reluctance in her eyes, she whispered.

   "...Can you come and see me more often? I'm always here."

  The battlefield atmosphere team said with a smile.

   "No problem! But if you come here often, you have to wait until after my mission is over, maybe I have to go to other places after a while."

  Hearing this promise, Lisa finally had a happy and satisfied smile on her face, and nodded vigorously.

   "Yeah! It's an appointment! I'll wait for you when you come back!"

  At this moment, next to the back door of the hotel lobby, several heads gathered together were staring intently at the two people in the dark yard.

   Eating the melon excitedly, Yaya's mouth couldn't stop chanting.

   "I can't, my brother in the battlefield wouldn't be so beastly..."

  Fujiteng, whose neck was sore from being squeezed, looked up helplessly.

   "Why do I always feel that you are looking forward to him turning into a beast."

   Yaya smiled embarrassedly.

   "Hey, I bet 100 silver coins... Although, don't you think this couple is very interesting? The lovely Lisa has been waiting for him for a year, this is definitely true love!"

  Seeing this guy's more and more gentlemanly smile, Fujiteng moved a little to the side subtly, distanced himself from her.

   Lian Dayan clenched his fists nervously and muttered in his mouth.

   "Damn! Why don't you kiss this dog! Don't be so cowardly!"

  Seeing that the bet silver coins were about to fly into someone else's pocket, he couldn't wait to reach out and touch that guy's head.

  I yawned darkest and said indifferently.

   "So who wins?"

  Commander Springs smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

   "Haha, it looks like it should be a draw! It's time to go, that guy is coming back!"

  The people surrounding the back door dispersed in a rush.

  Looking at the people who sneaked back from the door and sat down, and the two figures, one tall and one short, who came back shortly afterwards, Lao Bai, who was sitting in front of the bar all the time, couldn't help but smile.

  He probably already guessed what happened.

  Looking at the battlefield guy passing by the bar, Lao Bai said with a smile.

   "Go back without a drink?"

   "No, I still have a task to do, and I have to go back to work later."

  Pausing by the bar, watching the petite figure returning to the kitchen, the warfield guy paused and continued.

"The legion's mission intends to get involved with the Free State, and Benoit asked me to ask the envoys of those people to go to the camp to talk... By the way, tell the manager for me, and ask him to pay attention to that Benoit's adjutant, listen It is said that that guy is the Marshal's Guards, probably similar to the Guards Corps, but I didn't ask the specifics."

  Old Bai nodded seriously, and said softly.

   "I'll tell him."

   Looking back from the direction of the back kitchen, the Zhandi guy suddenly glanced at the guy who was sitting leisurely in front of the bar.

   "Speaking of this matter, you have betrayed me for a whole year, is it interesting!"

  Old Bai laughed when he heard this, and cast a teasing glance at him.

   "Don't you think it would be more interesting to discover this kind of easter egg hidden in the side plot by yourself? And even if I tell you that there is an NPC who wants to say thank you, you probably won't have any ideas."

   He gave this guy a blank look through the helmet, but the Zhandi guy didn't deny his statement, but just dropped a sentence casually.

   "I'll treat you to this drink next time."

  Watching the broad figure disappear at the end of the interlacing of toasts, Lao Bai slightly raised the oak glass full of beer towards the door of the hotel, and said with a smile.

   "I remember."

  (end of this chapter)

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