"We...are firmly opposed to this way of governance in the Anderson Independent State. They have betrayed the purpose of the principality!"
"The Empire...the Empire's people are coming!"
"Lester, Lester, do you remember me?"
"If you still insist on doing that, on behalf of all the families... I will give up my obligation to support you. Tian Lai Novel"
"Oh, have you ever seen the beautiful Shanai Plain? It's a paradise on earth... Lester?"
"This is today's report..."
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I miss the time when we were playing together when we were young. It was such a wonderful time..."
"You will destroy the principality!"
"Lester..."
"Lester?"
"Lester!"
"..."
Pamir opened his eyes suddenly.
As the world suddenly became quiet, the picture that appeared in front of him gradually faded, and finally stabilized on a pale white ceiling. The morning sun did not seem to appear in the time and space in his sight. Instead, there was the tranquility of the night and the softness of the magical light. Bunches of tied flowers exuding fragrance were placed next to his ears on a small wooden cabinet of the same white color. In front of his sight, the windows showing the silhouette of the city reflected the starry sky, like a piece of Beautiful canvases are usually posted on the opposite wall, and together with several tables and picture frames around them, they create the appearance of a warm room.
"Here..." Then he moved slightly and felt the severe pain all over his body: "Where is...?"
"Are you awake?" A female voice appeared next to him, then suddenly amplified, and gradually zoomed out with someone's running footsteps: "He's awake! He's awake!"
More footsteps followed, corresponding to the frequent shaking of the door: "Speaker!"
"Sir Speaker!"
"Sir Speaker, you finally woke up..."
So...is that so?
The information in his mind rotated slowly, and the man lying on the hospital bed seemed to understand something. He wanted to speak again, but he just opened his dry mouth, and in the end, nothing came out. Amid the chaotic sounds of running, the female voice that had previously sounded beside him came from far to near, and once again sounded behind the door: "Get out, all of you! Get out here... We can't concentrate on taking care of the patients!"
"Ah, okay, okay..."
The voices of various hands and feet appeared next to him again, and then gradually disappeared as the group of people left. He breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, and then spoke with difficulty as the woman handed over the water glass: "Can you tell me...where is this place?"
"Valletta Hospital." The woman in a white nurse uniform replied with a slight smile: "The best military hospital in the country, don't worry..."
"You've been saved."
"Yeah?"
Trying hard to recall what he could still recall in his mind, Pamir tightly grasped the edge of the white bed and struggled to get up: "I, I want to..."
"Wait a minute! What are you going to do? Your injury hasn't healed yet..."
"There's no... time, go quickly..."
"There's nothing you can do if you go and do anything! You are still a patient now, and you are also a seriously injured person..."
"Pamir!"
A loud voice suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two people, and the body of the Principal Speaker gradually lay back: "Why are you... here too?"
"Don't worry, there are plenty of guards." The fat man grinned, then pulled a nearby chair that was completely inconsistent with his size, and sat down under the woman's glare: "Besides... …”
"You've probably been out of business for a long time."
"I knew it from the moment I was attacked."
With his hands folded on his chest, Pamir lay down again, and his voice gradually became smooth and calm: "It seems... you are the only one... still standing on my side, fat guy."
"I'm not yours..." Lux Yang muttered in a low voice, then shook his head: "Besides...I'm not here to see you alone."
"...Connelly?"
"Carlos, Lava, and Francis... in short, everyone who is supposed to come is here." The fat man curled his lips and said: "Of course, the ones who shouldn't be here are also here."
"...Is Fords here too?"
"He was the one who suggested sending it to this hospital." The fat man scratched his head: "Valletta Hospital is a military hospital, best suited to treat your injuries, so... uh, you have to know... the old guy said There is still some truth to it..."
"Sir, please don't disturb the patient's rest." The woman standing next to him put her hands on her hips and suddenly said angrily: "Please believe in our ability and don't take up the patient's rest time anymore."
"Hey, you little girl..." The fat man turned his head against the black line: "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't care who you are." The woman rolled her eyes: "This is a hospital, taking care of the patients is the most important thing. If you have any questions, let's talk about it after he gets better!"
"Damn, that's so arrogant." The fat man rolled up his wrinkled sleeves: "I'll let you know today..."
"Yang."
The man lying on the bed suddenly spoke up and stopped the fat man like a mountain: "Sit down first."
"……oh."
"This lady." Pamir's eyes focused on the woman: "What's your name...?"
"Anweina, sir." The woman nodded quietly: "My name is Anweina."
"Oh, Miss Anweina." Pamir showed a difficult smile: "I will have a few words with... this Mr. Yang, just a few words, okay?"
"..."
The woman did not answer, but looked at Pamir quietly for a while, then nodded slowly, turned and walked out of the room. It wasn't until the woman disappeared outside the door that the speaker, who had regained some composure, retracted his gaze: "Since you have appeared here, it means that the situation is not as bad as I thought..."
"Tell me about the situation."
"What else is there to say? It's all routine." The fat man snorted disdainfully: "Connelly and Fortes still had a quarrel, and the nobles' protests never stopped, including Stanford. A group of people from I hope we can find some clues...from around their mansion."
"It's up to you now, Lester." The fat man blinked at this point: "Hurry up and confess...what were you doing when the accident happened?"
"...How long have I been unconscious?"
"At least two days." The fat man replied: "If we count from the time when the adventurer sent you here..."
"Adventurers?" With a slightly weak look in his eyes, Pamir asked in a deep voice, "Are there any adventurers involved?"
"Of course, when you were attacked... someone was already involved." The fat man sitting on the small chair shrugged: "As for the one who sent you back... Do you still remember Mo Shang Qingshan?"
"……It's him?"
As if he had found something else from his memories, a strange smile appeared on the speaker's face: "Sure enough..."
"It's all fate."
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"Are you familiar with President Hank, sir?"
"I'm not familiar with him, I just met him twice."
After pushing open the heavy wooden door, Duan Qing flipped through his adventure notes, and then compared the direction recorded on the map: "Well, probably go this way... follow me."
"Okay, sir." The maid smiled and nodded, then followed Duan Qing lightly with quiet steps: "Miss Liu Shang... seems to have mentioned this president before."
"Her?" Duan Qing, who was walking in front, turned his head slightly: "Does she also often go to the black market?"
"Ninglan is not very clear about this." The maid naughtily pressed the black hood on her head: "But... if Ninglan's memory is not wrong, she should have mentioned it when she was describing life in the Free City. Been there."
"The City of Freedom..." Duan Qing thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's quite possible."
Tania's underground waterway is still as dark and gloomy as ever, which is obviously different from the still lively upper floors. After only walking for such a short period of time, countless pairs of hostile eyes passed over the two people, and then gradually disappeared into the depths of the passages extending in all directions amidst the various strange black shadows around them, as if they had never been there before. There has been no general occurrence. Just in case, Ciyu Ninglan, who was still wearing a maid outfit, had to put on a black cloak at Duan Qing's request. However, judging from her current expression, the weirdness and darkness of this place not only did not affect She was half-conscious, but she still felt like a fish in water: "Although the time has not been long, Ninglan can also see... Miss Liu Shang seems to be very proud of her life in the Free City."
"...Have you always been together? In Liberty City?"
"No, sir, Ninglan... came to this world after knowing the news about sir." A dazzling smile appeared on the maid's face: "Ninglan's character...maybe better than Mr. The role is still new.”
"..."
Suddenly he raised his hand to repel the approach of a black shadow. Duan Qing, who remained silent, smiled and shook his head: "It's really... hard for you."
"Don't worry about Ninglan." The maid behind her shook her head happily: "Ninglan has not fallen behind in level, and she won't hold everyone back!"
"That's not what I meant...but forget it."
Duan Qing glanced back at the person squatting in the corner who was secretly observing them. Duan Qing lowered his head and sighed, and then turned a corner again with the code word Ninglan. From a few malicious eyes, Detached: "Strange...could it be that Hank's deterrence has disappeared?"
"Those who have no faith do not have a sense of awe." He read this sentence inexplicably, and Ninglan whispered in a low voice: "The people here... all look like this."
"So I often teach you to yearn for the light and don't squat in these dark places all day long..."
"There's nothing they can do." The maid's voice suddenly lowered a little: "Ninglan has seen some of these people... They were once refugees here."
"Um...is that so?" Duan Qing hesitated for a moment: "Is the place for resettlement already in such short supply?"
"The principality has tried its best to arrange as many places as possible, but..." Ciyu Ninglan whispered: "Even on days when there is no displacement, there will always be people coming here."
"So they need...huh?"
His footsteps suddenly stopped somewhere. Duan Qing looked at a certain intersection in front of him and took out the adventure manual with some hesitation: "This place..."
"Has anyone been here before?"
In front of them, next to the intersection held by two men in black, a passage separated by a dark iron fence appeared quietly between the empty walls in Duan Qing's memory, as if it had existed since a long time ago. . However, before he could accept this challenge to his memory, the two men in black who noticed their gazes had already directed their attention: "Hey, you two..."
"Are you the contestants invited to participate?"
"Huh? No, it's not..."
"...Then stay away from here." One of the men in black retracted his leaning body: "This is not a place where ordinary people should come."
"..."
Duan Qing, who did not answer, led the smiling maid and slowly walked to the front of the iron fence. He first glanced into the dark iron fence, and then straightened up under the murderous eyes of the two men in black. Body: "Is this...?"
"Adventurer, you should have heard a saying." One of the men in black grinned: "Don't try... adventures you can't do."
"Just asking, don't be so excited." Duan Qing waved his hands and smiled: "I just want to satisfy my curiosity..."
He suddenly stopped talking, then tilted his ears, as if he heard something: "This is..."
"Boy, don't blame me for not warning you..."
"This is the venue for underground boxing matches."
Amid the raised fist of the man in black, the maid following behind suddenly smiled and said, "Right?"
"You..." The other man in black suddenly turned his head: "How do you know..."
"Ninglan has heard many legends." The maid kept her usual smile, but there was a chilling light in her crescent-like eyes: "For example, Mr. Edward's story..."
"..."
Looking at the two people becoming silent, Duan Qing looked back at the smiling face of the maid hidden under the hood with some confusion, and then looked into the depths of the black hole again: "So... can we go in? "
"Which entrance do you... belong to?"
"Walia Tavern." Duan Qing replied in a low voice: "We are...well, we are Lord Hank's men."
"...Hank." The two men in black looked at each other, and then nodded slowly: "You can go in, but be careful about your words and deeds. If you get into trouble, Hank can't protect you."
"Thanks for reminding."
Duan Qing snapped his fingers, then winked at Enyu Ninglan behind him, and took the lead in breaking into the black hole that had been opened. The brief passage quickly disappeared behind the footsteps of the two people. As another door opened, the sound of boiling like a mountain and sea was overwhelming, and it came to them in an instant - this place seemed to be an artificial opening. In the rotunda, under the flickering of dim lights, everywhere was filled with people shouting crazily. They were men and women, some were strong, some were thin, some were wearing noble attire, and some were wearing scantily clad clothes. Some of them were dancing in place with their hands raised and shouting, and some were sitting indifferently and silently. However, all their eyes were not on the inconspicuous entrance of Duan Qing's side, but in the middle of the hall. On a stage surrounded by iron fences.
"ladies and gentlemen--"
At this moment, the back of a shirtless man who was extremely familiar to Duan Qing slowly appeared on the other side of the iron fence. At the same time, there was a loud sound that was enough to cover the cheers of the audience. of shouts.
"The next thing you're about to see is Jack the Ripper - versus -"
"Changshan Zhao Zilong!"
