[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

【...Why is it so troublesome?】The system felt like it was being choked by the strange host again.

With an ax?So is studying for so long for nothing?

"Do you have a better way?" Lydia asked inexplicably, "I think it would be good to flood this place with water."

【Host, if you mean cutting through the wall of the ship with an axe," the system said, 【That's too disturbing. 】

This would probably not only destroy the weapon, but also drown them themselves!

"That's why I didn't cut it directly," Lydia said disgustedly, "You don't take what I said casually, do you?"

【? ? ? 】

"I think I can use this," said Darcy, who was beside him, bending down and picking up a box of matches.The brunette on the cover looks familiar, maybe the company printed on the match has cooperated with Darcy's family.

Seeing that the candle on the side has not been burned out, it is estimated that the guards forgot it here.

He threw it at Lydia, who opened it and took a look.

"No way, will the whole ship be burned through?" She objected at this time.

"I think we only need to burn the water pipe above," Darcy pointed overhead, "there is no need to burn down the room."

Getting an unexpected answer, Lydia seemed a little disappointed and sighed.

"Then I'll just chop it up," she dragged the ax reluctantly, "It'll be fine in one stroke."

[So, host,] the system said, [No way, no way, you are not really stupid enough to want to chop up the weapons one by one, right? 】

The system's words were too provocative, Lydia turned her head angrily, pretending not to hear.

Once, twice.

There seemed to be a gap in the loose pipe, and Lydia tried to make another cut, but Darcy held her back.

"That's it," Darcy pulled Lydia's arm, "Let's go, the water pipe should burst in a while."

He originally pulled her hand, but slid down uncomfortably, and took Lydia's hand.

Finally, Lydia followed Darcy easily with an ax on her shoulders.

"Let's go to the captain's cabin first," she hummed, her hair tied into a neat ponytail and flicked behind her, "then we can wait for them to come over."

"We're waiting for them to come?" Darcy was a little confused, "You mean, waiting for them to come to the captain's cabin with weapons?"

He suddenly felt that his thinking was wrong, maybe Lydia wasn't always so reliable.

But he soon realized his mistake.

In fact, when Lydia successfully beat up the captain and took the ship as her own, Darcy realized that there was something wrong with her cognition.

He watched as Lydia kicked the captain, who was bundled into a dumpling by her.

"What did you just call me, huh?" Lydia asked.

"My... my lord," the captain almost cried.

He doesn't want to mess with this guy either!It was that utterly unconscionable guy who insisted on him cooperating in making this man contract "typhoid fever" and die of illness on board, and forced him to give false testimony.

"You're smart," Lydia snorted, "I don't need to tell you what to do next?"

She pretended to be sad and said, "Turn the bow of the boat and go back to the beginning. Do you know the route?"

"I know..." The captain nodded immediately, as if a second later, something would be missing from his neck, "The third compartment of the second cabinet in the upper left corner, open to the right, there is a secret door, I saved it. return map."

A few words and a few words settled the captain who was quite flexible, and she turned to the silent first officer.

He seemed to be in disbelief, and he gritted his teeth again.

Lydia stared at him for a moment, and he shook his head.

"I won't give you the key," he said, "and I won't tell you where it is."

"Don't be a fool!" the captain roared, "You value your brotherhood so much? More than your moral bottom line, more than your father and your own wealth and life?"

"I can't give it up," he said. "I'm sorry, Father. We've got nothing, and I can't lose my dignity. I don't care if you torture and insult me, you can destroy my body, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lydia interrupted him.

"Are you kidding?" Lydia shrugged, "I never put my hope on others, especially my enemies. We have hands and feet, and we can find them if you don't tell us."

She snorted and turned to Darcy, "Mr. Darcy, did you find it?"

"Here," Darcy waved the keychain in time.

"Then let's go," Lydia walked to the door first, "You guys stay here first."

Halfway through, she seemed to have thought of something, turned back, and untied the rope on the captain's body.

Seeing the captain standing up in disbelief, looking at her freed hands, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Captain, I will untie you, because you are a man of sense and know what to do and what not to do," Lydia stated the fact, "and I think if the man at the helm is not around, we will be in trouble."

"If I catch you once, there will be a second time, you know?" She hinted quite strongly, "As for your son, I don't think there is any need to get up?"

The captain nodded and said incoherently that he would never let go of his son's rope.

Lydia just turned around and ran towards the direction where Darcy was standing.

Passing by the chief mate, she deliberately slowed down her pace, said "garbage" lightly, and then sped away again.

"Come on," said Lydia, turning her face up to Darcy.

The two walked to the warehouse at the bottom, walking side by side.

Because after getting the weapon, the previous people were almost knocked down by her, and they were still the kind who knocked people out with an ax handle when they saw them. This time, I didn't meet many people along the way.

Along the way, except for the slight sound of flames beating in the lantern in her hand, it was the footsteps of the two of them, and the shadows followed each other, Lydia was almost in a trance.

[Fortunately, the boat is big enough and there are few people] The system suddenly said sourly.

Lydia said leisurely, "Yeah, otherwise, how could I have been picked by you, and you swore to me that there was no other error."

Walking through the narrow and closed passage, Lydia's heart sank the further she went down.

The weird, mixed smell of rotten mandarin fish and stuffy fishy smell kept getting into the tip of her nose.

It's only been a few hours since everything was done, and the dawn on the sea is very early. As we go down, the light is getting darker and darker, and there are fewer and fewer small windows that can transmit light.

The flame of the lantern in his hand was getting smaller and smaller, exhausting the matches that Darcy had carried in his pocket before, and his eyes were getting darker and darker.

In the end, she could only use the night vision function provided by the system to feel her way down.

Fearing that Darcy might not be able to see clearly, she held him back.

Darcy moved, and was quietly led by her.

The stimulating smell constantly harassed her brain, warning her to escape quickly.She covered her nose with her other hand, but the smell became stronger as she went forward.

Until she went down to the last step and took out the biggest key from her bosom.

After correcting it several times before aligning with the slot, she gritted her teeth and pressed her trembling hand, trying to force herself not to think about what the dark maroon piled up on the side was.

As the door opened a little bit, there was a rustling sound from inside.

But soon the sound faded away.Silently, it seemed like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and also like a terrible memorial day.

Lydia took the lamp that Darcy had found silently, and stepped into the terrible room.

What a sight it was.

Facing her was a group of numb-eyed, exhausted people.

Still human?No, probably an animal.Animals, at least in the eyes of slave traders.

People are pressing and squeezing each other, like bookshelves that are randomly placed and overcrowded.

Some of them heard the sound, turned their heads, took a look, and then turned back.

Some didn't look back at all, staring at the ceiling numbly, motionless.

"System, you said those two people were arrested," Lydia asked out of nowhere, "how did they end up?"

She still remembered that the child's face was easy to pinch, and the man who seemed to be of mixed race was also very interesting... Although it is a virtual character, the contact and interaction are very real, and the emotions are quite real.

[Dead,] the system said a little coldly, [Before, he was so desperate that he grabbed the plank of the boat and didn't fall, but just soaked in some water.This time it was pushed directly down, and it was smashed to pieces long ago. 】

Lydia froze.

Someone has already noticed, it seems to be the leader, and squeezed over here.

After pinching her palm, Lydia quickly reacted.

"Do you speak their language?" Lydia asked. "Convert it for me?"

Unexpectedly, Lydia accepted this matter so easily, and the system froze.

[Okay,] the system said bluntly.

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"...Thank you very much," the patriarch held her hand. "As a reward, you will always be the most sincere friend of my clan."

He was actually very old, and the rough palm scraped Lydia's hand very uncomfortable, but Lydia didn't break free.

Her stomach was heavy, nauseated, and nauseous.

After hearing the story, her physical reaction was to feel uncomfortable.

War between two ethnic groups, outsiders sell weapons.

The defeated party becomes the victor's slave, and the slave is then mortgaged to the outsider as a real item.

At the beginning, the matter was covered with a gentle skin, but in the end it completely turned into coercion and coercion.

The patriarch refused to buy a gun, so his rival tribe received a lot of support, and eventually almost half of the tribe was captured.This is what those people call "buying and selling".

"It's okay," she patted the patriarch's hand instead, "I think, I'm happy to do something for you."

Lydia looked more mature, "No one with empathy can do such a thing, I'm really sorry..."

As soon as she started, she was interrupted by the patriarch.

A smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "I think you don't need to apologize for the sinner, because you," the patriarch patted his chest with his thin arm, "your heart is still as good as ever, even if the skin is the same, or It is the same ethnic group, but you have nothing to do with sinners."

As a reward, the patriarch invited her to the bonfire party at night.

It was prepared for the reunion of the defeated races.

Lydia was welcomed by the woman she rescued and changed into the local characteristic clothes.

Darcy, too, was shouted by men to sing, to hunt deer, to hunt the food of the season.After this incident, this group is about to usher in a new life.

Holding her knees, Lydia looked at the crowd singing and dancing around the fire, and was stunned.

There was a rustling sound coming from her side, and Lydia turned her head to look. It was Darcy wearing a straw hat and a string of animal tooth necklaces around his neck.

He sat down with his hands propped up, compared to the regular posture he used to be, now he is a lot more relaxed and a little more uninhibited.

"I really can't figure it out," Darcy looked at Lydia, "Why did you refuse his gift?"

As the patriarch, the reward given is that all the property of their clan, including themselves, is farmed for her.

That's all he could come up with.

"I think it's good for them to be free," Lydia said softly. "There's no need to follow me to a virtual place. It's pitiful to be bound. I'm no different from those people."

She thought of the feeling of holding the little boy in her arms with her own hands, the warm and soft feeling.

[The host knows that this place is real? 】

"My gut says so," Lydia sighed, "and, I'm creeped out by that."

"But many people think it's unnecessary to save them," Darcy said with difficulty, hearing the singing of foreign races converging into a river, "they think workers are unnecessary, and everything is unnecessary...because you don't do it , and others will. There will always be people who will make them do hard things, have hard lives, and you can’t save everyone.”

It was rare to see Darcy's vulnerable side, Lydia stretched out her hand to sweep the dirt behind her, and lay down straight down.

She patted herself on the side, "Look at the starry sky too, Mr. Darcy. It's hard to see such a beautiful starry sky in Hertfordshire."

Factories were built one after another, filled with thick smoke, and even Longborn inevitably fell into the mist.

"I can't save so many," Lydia said, "but I don't have such a big heart."

She didn't notice that Daxi turned to look at her from the side, and continued talking backwards on her own.

"I heard a story told by the system before that the little boy was laughed at because he tried to save a stranded fish at low tide," Lydia looked at the bright, twinkling starry sky, only feeling that it was the same as what she saw on the first day. "I may be more like that little boy, some people may laugh at my naivety, but I think, I just want to save the person in front of me, I just want to do what I can, I think that's enough .”

"If I don't do anything, the world won't change for the better," Lydia rolled her eyes, "but I do what I can, and the world does change a little because of me. Someone will always tell me that you are worth it , you are doing something of value, and 'this fish' needs me to do it."

When she said these words, there seemed to be a galaxy of stars in her eyes, or maybe a brilliant bonfire was reflected.

In Darcy's heart, that secret string was suddenly plucked.

"Miss Lydia Bennet," he said softly, "although it is a bit presumptuous, I would like to say something to you."

The author has something to say: 1. The slave trade, I won’t go into details here, if you are interested, you can check it yourself, because it’s too cruel and I don’t even dare to write orz