Fantasy game evolution

"Unlike the appearance on the bright side, its essence has become the root of the territorial battle between the two countries. On the bright side, it is one of the best economic and trade places, and secretly, it is a well-known chaos."

"The Mafia named Rubach, the East of the Black Moon, and the black auctions that hide countless undercurrents, the Qi Yao Church under the name of the underworld gang... everything that has a complicated relationship with the mainland can be hooked up to it. !"

"However, in such a city, a young investigator returned to this city, a city full of memories and beauty."

"His name is Lloyd Bennings, and he chooses to guard the city in his own capacity! Protect those who must be protected!"

"Our story! That's it!"

………

Falling in a pool of blood, without the strength to hold the weapon, what else can I do?

The lungs have been smashed, and the control of the limbs seems to be completely lost...

Tio and Allie have lost the breath of life, Randy is no longer holding it at this time, took out the painful memories that he didn't want to take out, and used all his strength to fight the terrible demon...

However, at this time, I, as the captain, can't do anything...

Why, why can't I become stronger!

power!I need the power to stop seeing this picture!

Give me strength!No matter who it is!Whatever it is!Give me to protect everyone!Can protect everyone!!!

Boom...

In the end, Randy also fell, and in front of the demon...

"Hehehe..." I stood up with the strength that I don’t know if I should call it the back light or the last bit of strength, took my spinner, and used a posture with all flaws to face the one who was already laughing wildly Demon attack!

Everyone is dead, how can I live alone?

At least at the last moment, I still long for--

"Longing for the power to destroy this guy and protect everyone!" He raised his head, looked at Ling Yan who had been watching this scene, and said with his last strength: "Please!"

"Take everything I have! Don't let this happen again!"

"Ah!" For a moment, Ling Yan opened his eyes. Subconsciously, his eyes began to capture the information around him. His brain didn't know because of the ability of the protagonist to replace or his instinct as a reincarnation began to analyze the current plot and position:

——According to the plot, I am in a carriage — driving from Altai City to Clos Bell, the temperature is moderate and there is no danger.

Thinking of this, he took a breath, as if he was planning to stabilize his current state.

His current appearance was faintly reflected in the window, with broken flaxen hair, a little childishness on his delicate face, and a face younger than his true age. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is cute.

He wears blue and white sportswear and light brown pants, and he wears fingerless gloves.

The arms tied horizontally behind the waist--the two spinning sticks sent a hard and solid touch, and the sun shines through the familiar face in the clean window and casts it on his flaxen hair, warm.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but shook his head: After all, he suddenly changed from a guy over twenty years old to an eighteen year old child, and he was still a child with a pseudonymous atmosphere. This feeling hurts.

Although what was even more painful was the dream just now--or the person he replaced now, named Lloyd Bennings, who entrusted everything to him.

It’s just that kind of plot that makes Ling Yan feel very weird. After all, according to the pictures he saw, even Randy Orlando, the son of the god of war, took out a berserker and did not become a demonized Joachim. Mu died directly, but failed?

Although according to the plot he knew, Joachim could not be so strong no matter how strong he was.

Of course, according to Lloyd’s biggest plug-in, Kia’s memory is not without such a possibility, is it?

After all, Lord Luo is the same as Caiyue Subaru (486) who doesn't know how many times he has read files.

——It is impossible that this is the difficulty of my plot, right?

Thinking of this, Ling Yan began to think about the countermeasures for how to complete the task in the future-although soon, he was broken by a greeting:

"Now, boy. Did you have a nightmare? Is it something uncomfortable?"

Ling Yan--or the opposite of Lloyd, the old and calm male voice asked.

"No, no, I just don't have enough sleep." Ling Yan responded with a smile, and looked at the old man who asked him questions-or a group of old couples, and then immediately started to introduce myself:

"Hello, my name is Lloyd Bennings."

The old man opposite seemed to have a good impression of his serious greeting, and couldn't help but smile: "Oh, serious young people always remind the old man of his young self." Then he asked his wife:

"Ah, by the way, does that have anything left? Old lady?"

"Eh, of course there is." The old woman nodded, took out a kettle from her backpack and handed it to the old man.

The old man shook it and confirmed that there was still a lot of liquid in the kettle.

"Then, Lloyd, do you want some? Our own lemonade is very effective to relieve fatigue."

Facing the old man's enthusiastic Lingyan without hesitation, he took the kettle and took the cup that came with the train and poured himself a cup:

"Then I'm welcome."

After a slurp and drank most of it, the lemonade made by the old lady is not the same as the three or four yuan lemonade outside. A glass of lemonade has a clear fruity taste, the sweet taste of honey, and some herbal taste. , And because of the ice-cold heat preservation-if this generation sells it, there is no one who can't buy a cup for more than ten dollars.

After drinking it, I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Ling Yan, who was thinking about the price of this glass of lemonade, felt that his mind was much clearer and his body gradually became more active.

However, the father's sudden words made Ling Yan a little uncomfortable:

"In other words, if you look at your clothes, they are not from the Empire, but should be from the locals of Crossbell?"

No other meaning, the old man simply wanted to open a topic.It is a 30-minute drive from Altai City to Clos Bell. In order to make time pass faster, chat is definitely a very good idea.

"Yes, I am a native of Clos Bell. Although I lived abroad for a while, I still came back here."

Lloyd replied somewhat ambiguously, and then asked: "Master, are you also from Clos Bell?"

"Well, let's travel to the Republic, and now it's on the way back." The old man nodded, and soon revealed the reminiscence expression that old people like to show. "... But, if you say that, you see Maybe Clos Bell will be surprised by now?"

"That's right." The old woman echoed the same general situation: "In the past few years, earth-shaking changes have taken place."

"Sure enough." Ling Yan nodded.

After all, whether it is for the understanding of the plot or the letters Lloyd has received, he still knows the plot and things of Crossbell quite clearly.

sudden,

"- Passengers, please note that this train is about to reach the city of Closber in the Autonomous Prefecture of Closber. Passengers who need to take a scheduled flight to Liber, Remifila and other areas, please be prepared to transfer. In addition, according to Continental Railway Company regulations, this train will be stopped for 30 minutes after arriving at the Clos Bell station. Passengers who are going to the Erebonian Empire, please fill in the entry application and submit it to the security officer."

The female reminder sounded in the carriage, which also made the dialogue between Ling Yan and the old couple stop.

"Huh, it looks like I'm going to the station." The old man complained with a hesitant expression: "I don't want to see the faces of the imperial soldiers, so it's better to go back quickly."