Fantasy game evolution

"Where did you get such well-informed news... Forget it-but I am afraid... Because everyone is behind me... If... In case of any omission, I am not worried about you. There is no need to worry about Miss Miko. But... Miss, Little Tio, and Little Kia... You know, my weapon is too easy to accidentally hurt. If I am dominated by battle, I can't worry about you Up."

"Is there any dark history? For example, killing someone you care about." Someone calmly spoiled.

"Wow, you guys really don't know how to chat! How can you ask such a question!" Unexpectedly, he didn't feel annoying to be asked so straightforwardly.

Maybe, I wanted to find someone to talk about this thing?

In fact, it is not a great thing.

I have personally deprived people of their dreams...

A simple, funny dream.

Because of a combat error, a hotel I knew was involved in the war. The owner of that hotel is one of the few I can call [friend], but I killed him because of a combat error, and His dream of opening a store...

"Isn't it ridiculous?" Randy asked Ling Yan with a smile or sad expression.

However, he pointed to Randy's small refrigerator and said, "In this case, should I take out something from a man?"

"...Are you a drunkard?! And how long have you been staring at my collection!?"

"A long, long time." Ling Yan curled his lips in disdain: Seriously, if it weren't for the title of alcoholic, would he become a real alcoholic?

If it wasn't for the mission, would I look at your collection?!

"Okay." Looking at Ling Yan's expression, Randy thought for a second, and finally chose to open the same thing as his second life, and took out the wine worth nearly ten million in it-two bottles returned. It's cheap.

"It's really picky." Ling Yan looked at the drink in his hand and showed an unhappy expression: "You really only took out this bottle of Skaha blood?"

"...This bottle of blood, known as the Godslayer, is enough to cost you a lifetime salary, okay!?" Faced with Ling Yan's dissatisfaction, Randy was rarely upset: "X's! I don’t usually see you as a bourgeois brother so greedy! I really want to go to their side to report you!"

"Whatever you like." Ling Yan ignored the complaint and blew the bottle of Godkiller's blood - although there was no such thing as a "soft entrance, first-line throat" and other ghosts and animals, it was indeed a good wine! The man who doesn't know how to drink is purely drinking.

"If the original owner of this bottle of wine saw you drinking his treasure like this, he would definitely jump out of the grave to find you desperately." Randy said expressionlessly, and then took a sip.

"Don't care about such details." Ling Yan said, putting down the iced wine bottle and asking seriously:

"Now, can you talk about Randolph Orlando's past? In the time of a man?"

Actually, I really want to complain. The protagonist summoned sister Ha because of this wine (comical)

Ask for collection and ticket~

Chapter 221 Do you still count on me with pictures!?

"Are you sure you want to know?" Randy said with a helpless look: "And you won't catch me directly after you know?"

"——Who do you think I am?" Ling Yan murmured with black lines: "I am also my own person anyway. If you sent your coolie to prison, we are really passive here."

"Randolph Orlando, born in one of the most famous hunting regiments in Semuria [Red Constellation], is a hunting soldier named [War God], the only son of Badr Orlando-this kind of combat power is estimated to be the chief of the company. Don't let anyone go?"

"Tsk, I'm just a coolie?" Randy smacked his tongue unhappily. "But it doesn't make a difference. Anyway, I'm just waiting to die with my salary."

At this time, Randy gradually closed his smile and lowered his head slightly. His front hair was sluggish and blocked his expression just right:

"Ah, but what you said can just start, thank you so much."

"Open it, those memories that I can't wait to change my mind to forget."

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The red constellation is a terrible organization, but the chasers are what people call for mercenaries who have experienced many battles-only truly strong mercenaries can be called chasers.

The red constellation is also one of the largest organizations among the hunters, and it is the existence that ravages the battlefield in a true sense.

On the continent of Semuria, only the West Wind Brigade can confront the red constellation-these are the two strongest hunting regiments in people's hearts.

Randolph Orlando, which is me, was born here.

By the way, my nickname during the hunting period was the Son of God of Fighting.

Because my father is called the "God of Fighting", I am the son of God of Fighting. It's that simple.

He started to use a knife at the age of 4, and learned to use a gun at the age of 6... At the age of 8, he wiped out two enemies in Dad's reconnaissance team.

I became the team leader at the age of 11 and led the squadron at the age of 14. For the next five years, I was a hound on the battlefield.

How many people did I kill?To be honest, I don't remember clearly.

Pulling the trigger, killing people, I have done this countless times.

And in the end...I ran away.

Not because of Garcia's expected departure-nor for any special reason, as for fleeing because of aversion to war?This is simply nonsense.

I...I just felt like I had lost something. I left the battlefield hesitantly, wandering around—well, I felt that way after that guy died.

There is no reason, no premise.

I don't even know when the end will be.

Finally, I came to Clos Bell, and honestly, there is no better place to hide than here.

So I entered the garrison and changed my name. I also dealt with this old friend-so I hid in the garrison for 2 years.

Thinking about it now, I really want to thank that stupid commander for taking care of him. Because of his inaction, rice bugs like me have not been caught.

Until one day, during military exercises-at that time, the commander sent us a brand new empire-made rifle and asked us to exercise.However, even though it is called acting, the purpose is actually to behave in front of the imperial congressmen.

Moreover, if it is brand new, it's just that the old rifle has a refurbished serial number-after all, even that kind of idiot knows it?Who will really provide foreign countries with the latest cutting-edge technology?

I am not used to rifles.

I stopped using it two years ago.

Every time I hold the bolt of the gun, I feel my body is boiling, the nausea keeps pouring out, I have to vomit.

So, at that time I started using axe guns as weapons.

It's not bad, the axe gun is not bad in power, and it's very simple to use, as long as you swipe it a few times and swipe the enemy down.

Anyway, the garrison is rarely useful. It doesn't matter if I am so muddy.

But that day, I really touched the commander's Ni Lin-after all, it was a guy who wanted to show off his life~

Because he refused to use the rifle, he was expelled from the security team, and then picked up by our section chief.

... Speaking of the section chief... this guy is also a mysterious existence, isn't it?