[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"System, is there someone in my room?" Lydia frowned and asked subconsciously, "I don't feel like an adult. Is it a cub?"

For a moment, she forgot that the system had been offline for a while, but frowned, thinking about what it was.

Lydia has been in Africa for so many days, and she probably knows that some tribes will capture the cubs of wild beasts, and then use them for food or sacrifice.

But fortunately, there is a system, and she basically avoided this kind of time when the tribe haunts, and she never ran into it once.

After waiting for a while, unexpectedly the system replied.

[I'm back, administrator 03 said to investigate thoroughly,] the system hurriedly said, [What?Something in the room?It seems not...]

It opened the panel and typed the code.

[Let me see, um...human, human cub? ] The system also froze.

Lydia signaled Darcy not to move, slowed down her pace, and tiptoedly opened the curtain of the bathroom.

Opening the curtain, what was revealed was a round, slightly silly little black face.

He closed his eyes nervously, holding something in his hand, revealing a bit of paper corner.

It turned out that the one hidden in the bathroom was a timid and flustered little black ball.

When he saw Lydia, he panicked and wanted to shrink back, and grabbed the paper ball in his hand and wanted to stuff it into his mouth.

Lydia pinned down the little guy quickly, and took the ball of paper from him.

Seeing his mournful expression, Lydia pinched his face, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

She carried the ball of paper and walked to Darcy's side.

Although Lydia tried her best to be quick, the paper ball was still unavoidably stained with a little saliva.

She flicked it a few times in disgust, and seeing the angry expressions of the children beside her, she opened the paper ball quite amusingly.

But found that it was written in a text that she couldn't understand at all.

……what?

Lydia frowned, "System, what's the situation? What kind of word is this?"

Why doesn't she know him at all?

It doesn't feel like Latin, and it doesn't look like Chinese characters or Russian that she has seen a little bit.

[Wait, let me check—] The system has never seen it, and this is obviously not a common language in its font library.

It got busy and looked at the screen, [It seems to be a text in a very remote small tribe. 】

The system recognized the contents of the note and frowned.It was a floor plan drawn with something unknown, with specific customers, on-duty information on each floor, and the location of weapons.

There are also some detailed plans attached in densely packed small characters.

[Host,] it said with a little worry, [You seem to have fallen into a trouble. 】

Lydia felt a little absurd.

"Just kidding, why would such an important thing be placed on a child?" She couldn't believe it, "System, are you messing around again and want me to do the task?"

[Coincidence, coincidence.This is a boy who works in the captain's cabin, and he ran out with his things,] the system seems to be fetching information, [Host, you are out of luck.Really troublesome. 】

The system emphasized trouble twice in a row, which seemed to be really troublesome.

Before Lydia could ask "what's the trouble", there was a knock on the door.

"Is Mr. Bennet here?" the person outside the door shouted, "I have some things I want to come in, can I?"

Lydia's intuition told her that it would be over now to hand over this poor child.

As if sensing Lydia's emotions, the child knelt down, begging her for something.

Even because of her anxiety, she seemed to have spoken a few words in English. Lydia carefully distinguished them, and they were roughly "Sir", "Forgive me" and "Don't" out of pronunciation.

【He said please don't hand him over, he will keep praying to God Kemanbo for you for the rest of his life," the system translated, 【God Kemanbo is the god their tribe believes in and is also the protector of the tribe. 】

As an egoist, Lydia should have done her part to hand over the child when encountering such a situation.

Not to mention that this child is a complete heretic to her.

Under the leadership of the Queen, regardless of whether they are Catholic or other denominations, they all take Anglican theological concepts as the core, seek common ground while reserving differences, and believe in the same God under the same sky of England.

As for the Kemambo god the child believed in, she had never heard of it.

What's the use of praying, for this god to communicate with God, to bring a little linked joy to her faith?

She looked at the child huddled in the corner, at Darcy, and at the door.

A little hesitant.

"Can I fool this?" Lydia asked. "Such a small child..."

It was a bit overwhelming for her to hand over the child.

[Although the system is very happy that the host finally has some humanity,] the system sighed, [but the auxiliary system here is useless, at most I will check the information for you.Everything is still up to you. 】

Lydia, who failed to get encouragement from the system, looked at Darcy again.

"What to do," she lowered her voice, "are we going to hand him over?"

"I don't think we can hide it for too long," he sighed looking at Lydia's expression, "but maybe we can try."

The two looked at each other.

Darcy hugged the child, hid in the master bedroom, and closed the door.

Lydia, on the other hand, pulled on her shoes, stepping on them loudly and slowly on purpose.

"Is there something wrong?" Lydia opened the door and said impatiently, "Don't bother me if it's nothing."

Standing outside the door was the captain of the ship and his deputy.

"I'm very sorry to disturb you," his deputy took a step forward, and said without humility, "but it is said that a murderer is still on board. In order to ensure the safety of passengers, we have to search every room, please forgive me."

Lydia shook her palm quietly.

Is there really a killer, and is he using the name of searching for the killer to gain the approval of others so that he can search the room?

Probably not, maybe they just bumped into each other, and there is no need for an excuse to search for a black slave.

After all, in the eyes of most Europeans, staying with a dirty race is probably going to be painful to think about.

"Thank you, but no need," Lydia waved her hand perfunctorily, "No killer can beat me, even if it is really in my room, I will send it to you if I meet you."

"Okay, sorry to bother you," the captain bowed to her without bothering too much, "I wish you a good evening."

Lydia nodded and accepted the captain's apology.

He turned to leave, but his deputy couldn't hold back and took a step forward.

"You are irresponsible for the lives of all the crew!" The young man said angrily, "If you don't let us in, how can you ensure that there are no murderers in your room?" He looked in through Lydia's shoulder suspiciously. Looking around, he glanced at the general layout of the room.

The author has something to say: No, no, no, Lydia doesn't have a wife/Shaking his head.gif

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