Cultural Invasion In Different World

The city of Nikaton.

The short-touch wand suddenly woke up from his sleep. The first thing he did when he woke up was to grope for his body in case he was missing an arm or a leg.

Fortunately, he still has all his limbs and there are no wounds on his body. He just sweated profusely due to yesterday's nightmare.

That's crazy. He covered his forehead with the short-touch wand. The details of yesterday's nightmare were still clearly visible. The hair of those monsters could be clearly remembered with the short-touch wand.

But there were some interesting parts to that nightmare, such as the fact that he was able to summon his own cracked persona into reality.

Short-touching the wand, he glanced at the blue sky outside. The time now should be around nine in the morning.

The wounds on his body have recovered well in half a month, and now he can at least run a short distance without worrying about the symptoms of wound tearing.

He put on his apprentice robe in Nolan again, opened the door of his room and prepared to ask where he could have breakfast.

But as soon as I opened the door and briefly touched the wand, I felt something was wrong.

All the servants in this manor are missing!

The short-touch wand quickly walked along the corridor to the hall. He remembered that when he came to the hall yesterday, he could see many maids cleaning the hall, and guards wandering around in the corridor.

But today, all the guard maids were missing, and there was no one in the entire manor!

Cold sweat flowed from the forehead where the short wand was touched. He suddenly remembered the massacre of those monsters last night. Except for the people with the World Rift character in the entire manor, almost no one else could survive.

Could it be that I didn’t have a dream yesterday?

This terrifying thought popped up in Short Touch Wand's mind, but he soon heard noisy sounds coming from outside the window.

The short-touch wand came to the window on the second floor and saw more than ten long tables gathered in the garden below. The attendants of the manor were all sitting on the edge of the long tables.

It turns out they are all holding banquets outside!

The short-touch wand took a long breath, and he knew that the exciting nightmare yesterday was just a dream.

Just as he was about to walk downstairs with his wand, an old housekeeper suddenly walked into the hall and quickly came to him.

Dear Lord Carrillo. The old butler bowed gently to the short-touch wand.

Respect? Sir?

The short-touch wand took a step back after hearing his description, and looked at the old housekeeper in surprise.

He still has a very clear positioning of himself, that is, as the little follower of Miss Hemina. He can eat in this manor entirely because of Hemina's face.

If we really want to talk about status, he may be one level lower than this butler. At most, he can be regarded as a guard who knows some magic.

But now the butler used the honorific title which made the short-touch wand very uncomfortable.

You...just call me by my real name. The short-touch wand said with some uncertainty.

How is this possible? You are a distinguished guest in our city of Nikaton. The master has ordered us to entertain you well, the steward said.

VIP?

Short-touching the wand, he suddenly remembered that during last night's dinner, Count Nikaton's attitude when he asked about his identity was exactly like 'it turned out to be a boy from the country'. It was not contemptuous, but it was not at the level of a distinguished guest. .

He didn't think Hemina could be treated as a... distinguished guest by this earl-level noble due to her status.

Count Nikaton has been waiting for you in the garden for a long time. The butler made an inviting gesture.

Wait for me long?

The more he thought about the short-touch wand, the weirder it became, but there was no way this was someone else's territory. He could only follow the butler out of the hall and went all the way to the garden where some kind of banquet was being held.

But after arriving in the garden, Short Touch Wand realized something was wrong. The banquet tables and chairs were surrounded by servants of the manor. There was no food or drink on the table, but the interface of the magic network.

This scene reminds the Short Touch Wand of the atmosphere in the Hearthstone Tavern, but the Hearthstone Tavern is much livelier than here!

Finally, under the leadership of the butler, the short-touch wand found Earl Nikaton sitting at the end of the garden.

Seeing the earl again, he felt quite complicated when he touched the wand. After all, in his dream last night... he saw the earl's head flying into the sky with his own eyes.

Carillo...no, you should be called the master of the short-touch wand. You are finally awake! Count Nicaton greeted him warmly after seeing the short-touch wand.

Grandmaster? What kind of strange name is this, and why are you calling the names in the magic network directly?

Being treated so warmly and solemnly, the short-touch wand felt very vigilant for a moment, as if there were hundreds of slimes in his heart.

If he hadn't been warmly received by this noble man yesterday, the short-touch wand would have thought he had encountered some new type of fraud.

He looked around for a while and found Hemina's figure. Hemina was sitting on the other side of the long table. She noticed what she said in a low voice after briefly touching the wand.

But the short-touch wand failed to hear her words clearly...

Count Nikaton, what can I do for you?

The short-touch wand began to wonder what valuable things he had on him, or as written in the novels in the Fudo Library, he actually came from some hidden noble family, but he didn't know it?

You should still remember the battle last night, right? Count Nikaton's words instantly made the short-touch wand freeze there.

So what's this not a nightmare? What else do you remember... did your head fly nearly ten meters high? The arc when it lands is also quite beautiful.

Remember. The short-touch wand nodded. He did not dare to say these words to the earl in his mind.

That's good. Earl Nikaton breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. Last night's dream was really a disaster. After I woke up, not many people remembered it. After a final investigation, I found that only those who held the leaves of the Tree of the World Only people retain their memories.”

Actually, it’s better to forget the memory of having your head chopped off, right?

The short-touch wand pursed his lips tightly. The most important thing to survive in front of the noble lord is... don't talk nonsense.

Master Short Touch Wand, your performance in the dream yesterday was as if the God of Holy Light descended to earth. Count Nikaton did not hesitate to praise him.

What? I'm playing a Holy Priest. If I were to use the Shadow Priest's talents, those spiders alone wouldn't be enough.

At this point, the short-touch wand realized that... he ended up talking too much. In fact, although he served as a healer in the team copy, he had been secretly collecting Shadow Priest equipment.

When Count Nikaton mentioned this, he couldn't help but reveal his ambitions in the rift in the world.

Shadow, Holy...I spent the whole morning studying the warrior profession in this game today. The priest hasn't studied much yet. This game is more complicated than I thought. Count Nikaton said this and looked at the short-touch wand again. Say I have said so much, I just want to ask you one thing, Master Short Touch Wand... Are you willing to settle in this city?