Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 176 Heart Slowly Becomes Hard (~Seeking Tickets~)

December [-]th.

In the eastern part of the human empire, there was a sound from the Stan City nun's convent. If the content inside was heard by passers-by, it would probably make people puzzled.

"Three coins."

"eat!"

"Again? Sylvie, why do you eat casually every time at the beginning..."

"His Royal Highness Ron, as your next family, it would be nice to have something to eat."

"..."

In the yard, Ron, Sylvie, and the two accompanying nuns formed a battle of the gods.

The space in the system backpack is almost unlimited, so before he left, he stuffed a lot of good things into it.

The four of them were fighting for hegemony among the gods, and there was a stove next to it, and a large pot was placed on it, and inside was the hot pot bottom material that was still warm.

Looking at Ron picking his teeth with a toothpick while playing cards, it was obvious that he had just enjoyed a delicious meal.

"In two days, we should be able to reach the imperial city, right?" Ron touched a "two coin" and smashed it away.

"Touch!" Sylvie took the "two coins", then nodded in response, "Yes, Stan City is not far from the Imperial City, and we should be able to arrive in the afternoon the day after tomorrow."

"What the hell? You used two and four coins to eat three coins, but now you still have two two coins?" Ron's mind was full of black lines, and he couldn't understand Sylvie's routine at all.

Sylvie was obviously used to being questioned, so she ignored Ron at all, and continued to play cards on her own, insisting on implementing her own playing style.

Outside the yard, the guards that escorted His Royal Highness Ron all the way north were patrolling the surrounding area, and some of the guards were resting in shifts, chatting while eating dry food.

Stan City is located to the south of the imperial city, but the snow is not weaker than that of the imperial city to the north.

After a heavy snowfall last night, the road that was finally cleared on the street turned into a white trap that could swallow the entire foot of passers-by.

In the evening, there is still light snow falling, which is very beautiful, but also very cold.

By the wall of the nunnery yard, two guards were nibbling on the dry food in their hands.

Among them, the one with the unshaven beard who looked older took a sip of water from the kettle, swallowed the dry food, and smacked his lips: "It's a pity, it would be great if I could drink a bowl of strong wine in this winter. It must be warm."

The young man next to him laughed lightly, with a delicate and soft face exposed under the iron helmet, and teased: "Then find a girl who is cold in the cold winter to warm her shivering body?"

"Hehehe, you still understand me, Buffett." The older guard let out a wretched laugh, "When we get to the imperial city, we'll take you to some good places and keep you lingering forever."

The young man called Buffett showed a smile that old drivers could understand, and his humming laughter was like the engine of a car.

The two of them just huddled in the corner of the wall, their shoulders shaking, and they finished their dry food slowly.

But the old guard didn't know that the young man beside him who joined the guard after the convoy left Chaos City and who called himself Buffett was pouring his thoughts on "His Royal Highness Ron" in the yard at this time, and the three A beautiful nun sister playing mahjong.

Yes.

The young man by the wall right now is Ron Andre himself.

And His Royal Highness Ron in the yard is just a real puppet.

Just as Ron was chatting with the guards, there was a sudden commotion in the yard, accompanied by a few exclamations——

"assassin!"

A few minutes later, Ron himself and some other guards were dispatched into the yard to clean up the scene.

As for the puppet Ron who was attacked, he was pulling his tattered clothes helplessly and went to change in the convent.

This is the daily life these days.

Everyone is used to it.

From the panic at the beginning, to the proficiency and calmness later, to the calmness now, it took only eight days.

The reason for all these changes is naturally because of "His Royal Highness Ron", who has never been injured.

"Hey... why bother." Ron sighed as he looked at the corpse of the assassin who was entangled and strangled by various wood magic in the middle of the yard.

The strength of these assassins is not strong, the highest is around the fourth rank.

Rather than saying that they came to assassinate, it would be better to say that they came to disgust people.

They are like worn-out fishing nets, they can't catch the goldfish in the fish tank, but they insist on sticking into the water, and in the end they even risk their own lives.

Perhaps in the eyes of the people behind them, these assassins are indeed like fishing nets, they can't be regarded as human lives, right?

After Ron and the guards cleaned the yard, they returned to their patrol posts.

He watched the guards put the body in a sack and carry it away, and his heart slowly hardened.

Just as the guards gradually became calmer, Ron's mentality has also changed a lot in just eight days.

When I first saw the dead, my stomach was overwhelmed, and there was a sour taste in my esophagus and my throat.

Up to now, seeing the corpses being put into sacks and passing by him, and smelling some unconcealable bloody smell, he can still face it with a normal expression.

Strictly speaking, until now, he has completely transformed from a modern person in another world into a traverser who adapts to the rules of flesh and blood in another world.

Sylvie came out of the yard and softly comforted the guards. Finally, she walked to Ron and secretly took a package from Ron.

It didn't take long before the nuns took leaves one by one and handed them to each guard, letting them chew and swallow them in their mouths.

This is the scale leaf picked from the puppet emerald cypress. Before Ron left the city of chaos, Harper had already worked out how to use the scale leaf.

Including oral administration, external application, decoction, etc., can give full play to the therapeutic effect of scale leaves, and can eliminate the toxicity of most poisons.

In order to ensure the safety of every entourage in the convoy, Ron would take out a pack of scale leaves and give them to Sylvie in the morning, noon and evening, and let the entourage take the scale leaves three times a day to avoid being secretly poisoned.

All in all, everything is based on caution, and one must not let one's guard down before arriving at the imperial city.

Ron stood at his post, looked up at the falling snowflakes, and sighed deeply.

so annoying.

If he was still in the flower shop, he should read a book in the study at this time, or draw a legendary killer card to pass the time.

After waiting for a while, you should drink and play cards with Mason and the others, or have a few jokes with Yuna, and finally escape in embarrassment under the eyes of Yuna holding the plate.

Finally, in the middle of the night, I greeted Nora, who had just come out of the bathroom, with wet purple hair that had grown to her back, and pinched her little face to say goodnight to each other.

The day passed so comfortably.

How is it like now, for the sake of safety, he has to pretend to be Buffett boy, stand in the snow, and wait for the stupid assassins to come to the door on their own initiative.

At this time, the only way to find comfort is to open the system panel and look at the Harvest Goddess skin.

Flushing Street Diary: It's too late... Let's make up for the coquettish talk later.

(End of this chapter)