"Master Ram, you have become different." Kelis looked at Chen Mo with bright eyes.
She had been with Master Ram since she was a child, but she suddenly found that Master Ram in front of her had completely changed. He was calm, steady, and had a touch of sophistication that was not for his age.
At this time, Chen Mo saw the beautiful shop owner also walking out of the store, pointed at Chen Mo to a room in the darkness, and then walked over first.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. Chen Mo stopped and looked around. Dust flew up, and what appeared in front of him was a steel behemoth speeding along the road.
Is this a train?
Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and saw the brass-cast front of the car spraying a long black mist. Steam was sprayed into the engine cylinder to push the piston. This precision was pushing a set of wheels and a dozen carriages forward, and the train was moving forward. Crushed on the ground, it made a caracara sound.
The sound of gongs kept coming from inside the train, seeming to remind everyone of the curfew.
The vampire standing at the locomotive saw Chen Mo and Kelis standing outside the tavern, and didn't look at them too much. It seemed that it was the same as the previous drinker said, those who can come to the tavern are the people of the Divine Scroll, and the People of the Divine Scroll are There is no need to be managed by the vampires.
Chen Mo was thoughtful, and when the train left, he said to Kelis on the side: "I'm going to go find this woman to get information later, so you stay outside the door and don't let anyone in. do you know?"
"Yeah!" Kelis nodded and didn't think much about it. In fact, Kelis had been with Ramvirgil since she was born. She didn't know how hard the women at the bottom could work for a living.
Opening the door, Chen Mo didn't waste any time. He took out 3 silver coins from his pocket and said, "I have some questions to ask you. If necessary, I need you to provide me with accommodation for one night. Don't play tricks."
After taking the three pieces of silver, the woman's breathing became obviously heavier. She stepped aside and allowed Chen Mo to walk in.
The layout of the room is very messy, with a wooden bed against the north wall, a stove on the left hand side of the door, and a water tank next to the stove.
The room was not big, but it felt even more cramped.
Chen Mo could smell a rotten smell in the air, and he didn't know if it was rotten meat or something else.
On the wooden table to the right is a pair of scissors and a stack of old book pages.
Only then did Chen Mo see clearly that although the woman tried her best to use cosmetics to make herself look young and charming, only from a closer look could one see that her cheeks were deeply sunken and she looked malnourished.
It's obvious that the people who live in this place are not doing well.
At this time, Chen Mo saw that the body of the man who went crazy in the pub was lying quietly in the room, and the stench came from his body.
Chen Mo walked over on his own and pulled off the man's armor and stomach, enduring the stench.
He looked at the cloth armor on the man's body, and saw that it was made of cloth on the outside, with iron plates on the inside and fixed with copper nails. It looked weak, but it was actually quite heavy. He only took the breastplate, which was enough for ten pieces. A few kilograms.
I, Diguigui, am definitely not an ordinary person with this kind of physical fitness.
There is also the beggar I met in the tavern before. Each of these people is weirder than the last. They must have secrets in their bodies.
Then, Chen Mo checked the man's weapon again. It was a saber, nearly one meter in length and four pounds in weight. It had a slightly curved blade, a single-sided blade, double-open reinforced bloodletting slots, and a fully-enclosed steel gauntlet. The grip is wrapped with thick cloth strips to prevent slipping, and comes with a black wooden scabbard.
This kind of weapon is a properly controlled knife in Chen Mo's world.
Moreover, a four-pound weapon is not light at all.
Many people watch TV dramas or historical movies where a weapon weighs dozens of kilograms. That is probably because of historical reasons, the kilogram at that time and the kilogram now are not the same concept, or it is for fighting on horseback, and there is no need to wield it excessively.
A four-pound weapon is very heavy when wielded, especially when wielded with one hand. The entire weight of the blade will be on the wrist and forearm. Generally, ordinary people who have not received professional force training will not be able to swing it.
Of course, these basic knowledge of cold weapon fighting were all taught to him by Wu Zhen.
He thought for a moment and asked the woman, "What's your name?"
"My name is Lucy, who are you? Why do I think you look familiar?"
I am the biological son of Emperor Virgil. Isn’t it normal that I look familiar to you?
Of course, Chen Mo was just complaining in his heart, and naturally he would not say it with his mouth. He said calmly: "You don't need to know who I am. Now, I ask and you answer."
"Wait, you, you are not a member of the Divine Scroll?"
At this point, the female shopkeeper also realized something and looked at Chen Mo blankly.
The female shopkeeper thought that those who could come, or dared to come to the tavern for entertainment must be the people of Shenjuan, but she never thought that the stupid young man in front of her was really not that!
Chen Mo thought for a while, then took out his uz submachine gun, pointed the dark barrel at Lucy, and said calmly: "I ask, you answer. Also, I am a citizen of the Divine Scroll, please don't question it."
Lucy nodded as if she was crushed. She even believed Chen Mo's words. After all, the words of a strong person will always make people believe a little bit.
Just like when an ordinary person talks about chicken soup, most of the time you will dismiss it and think it is nonsense; but when a respectable rich man talks about chicken soup, many people will regard it as a golden saying or a life creed.
Chen Mo asked: "How to judge whether a person is a member of the Divine Scroll?"
"Look at your eyes. The eyes of the people of the Divine Scroll will have special lines." Lucy did not hide it.
After careful observation, Chen Mo found out that Lucy's vagina was different from ordinary people, but he couldn't tell what was different.
But one thing Chen Mo can be sure of is that this woman's vagina is 70% similar to the body of the man Chen Mo just observed.
The people of the Divine Scroll may be people who have been mentally polluted.
But why didn't Duke Bolton let the vampires touch these people? Is there any other purpose?
"What else do you want to know?" Seeing that Chen Mo was silent, Lucy asked proactively.
"Tell me everything you know about the history of the human race, the origin of vampires, and some situations in Beacon Town. I have given you enough information. There is no need for you to hide it. As for your safety, you have nothing to worry about." But don’t worry, there are so many vampires here, I won’t kill people casually.”
Lucy thought for a while and then began to tell the information she knew.
Soon, countless information gathered in Chen Mo's mind like a tide. Accepting so much information at once made Chen Mo feel a little confused.
It's like that during the Chinese New Year, there are seven aunts and eight aunts playing mahjong at home. These aunts and sisters-in-law happen to be the type who will eat melon seeds and burst out laughing without talking.
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