Tyrant Code

Qin Fang struggled to wake up from the drowsy dream, and found himself lying on the bed with a white towel soaked in cold water on his forehead.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and the transparent rainwater hit the glass window and merged into a blurry stream.

It was an almost empty room, with a dilapidated table, a candlestick, two lame chairs, and a black fireplace. These were all the furnishings in the room except the bed where he slept.

An old woman with grey-haired and wrinkled face was kneeling in front of his bed, wearing a gray petticoat and a black cloak, and her hair was still stained with rain.She trembled and fiddled with the rosary wrapped in her palm, praying something in her mouth.

The cold wind penetrated bit by bit along the leaky windows, crawling all over the body.Qin Fang couldn't help coughing a few times, and the old woman seemed to be alarmed for a moment, she hurriedly stood up, took the white scarf off his forehead and soaked it in water again, and then wiped his arms and back.

"Gordo... my brave Lord Gore... please hold on a little longer, the lord will be coming home soon..."

You have been saying this for three full days.

Qin Fang thought brokenly.

He originally just ate Amway from his friend, and went to play a holographic game called "Descent of Fantasy".As a result, he was forced to pop out of the game as soon as he built the game character, and then his eyes went dark, and he transmigrated into this ten-year-old boy named "Gordo".

The old woman's name was Arianna, and she was Goldo's nurse and only servant.She had gone out of the room several times to seek medical help, but each time she brought back thin potato soup and black bread.

"How can Madam do this, how can she prevent the doctor from visiting you... You are also the son of the lord!"

I forgot to mention that although the owner of this body, "Gordo", is called "Young Master", it seems that he is not a legal child with a proper name, but an illegitimate child, and perhaps he is quite favored by his father.So the lord's wife took advantage of the lord's going out to fight the war and rubbed the illegitimate son hard. She didn't allow his servant to call for a doctor after being so seriously ill. She probably hoped that the illegitimate son would die sooner.

Qin Fang was looking at the gray ceiling hopelessly, and quietly called up his character panel.Coincidentally, the name he gave himself happened to be "Gordo".

"Gordo" is a black magician, the weapon is a wand and a magic book, the level is one, and there is only the lowest weapon used by the initial character in the backpack, "a rough wooden wand".The most tormenting thing is that there are three Debuffs under his blood bar, which are "Hunger", "Fever", and "Fear", and the duration of these debuffs is actually two days——

In other words, he will have a fever for two days.

But his blood bar is only a small half left.

Two days later, he probably will only have blood skin left, life and death are unpredictable.

Looking at his skill bar again, there are only two skills that can be used by the first-level trumpet.One is "Blazing" and the other is "Frozen" - each of which can drain his remaining mana bars in an instant and does nothing to help his condition.

…If he had known that such a day would come, wouldn’t he have chosen a pastor?

He opened his mouth to say something, but his throat was swollen and painful, as if it was blocked by a ball of cotton.Qin Fang struggled for a long time but couldn't utter a word, so he could only lie flat again like a salted fish, his eyes were dull and his eyes were broken——

In Arianna's eyes, this is a sign that the end is approaching.

So she picked up the speed of her rosary and increased the speed and voice of her prayers.But gradually, Qin Fang heard a few choked curses in a daze.

Suddenly, the closed door was opened, and several people walked in with steady and well-trained steps—the leader was a black-haired man with handsome features, and his pupils were dazzling ice blue.

He was wearing a black ceremonial robe, surrounded by a few young and strong guards, and for a moment, the empty room became crowded.

The old nanny Arianna was both surprised and happy, and saluted the black-haired man with tears in her eyes: "My lord..."

"I've heard everything, Arianna." The black-haired man said, "I've ordered someone to go to the doctor."

As he said that, the black-haired man strode to Qin Fang's bed. Qin Fang felt a warm palm caressing his forehead - he obviously had a fever, but this man's hand was bigger than his forehead It's still hot.Qin Fang struggled uncomfortably, and then heard the man's faintly angry voice.

"Where's the doctor?" the man said, "Also, tell Madam to wait in my study."

Not long after, the doctor hurried to Qin Fang's bed with the medical kit on his back, opened his eyelids and observed carefully, then took out a long needle the size of a sewing needle, and said, "Young master is weak, so he received the Demons are attacking, and the condition is very critical now. I suggest conservative bloodletting treatment first..."

Qin Fang: ... Damn, is bloodletting considered a conservative treatment?

Fortunately, the lord still looked like an adult with an online IQ, he scolded in a low voice: "He's just a child!"

Physician: "...Then I will prepare a potion for the young master first. However, due to the continuous heavy rain recently, several commonly used herbal medicines are out of stock..."

The man was silent and did not speak.

The doctor bowed his head, and knelt down in panic after the lord's two breaths.

Man: "Forget it, get out." Then, he turned his head and said to his entourage, "Take my badge and invite Mr. Atrichia."

...No more bloodletting?

It seemed that at least his blood bar, which was at stake, was preserved.

Qin felt relieved, and couldn't hold on any longer.Unspeakable sleepiness hit him, and he closed his eyes again and sank into the darkness.

When Qin Fang opened his eyes again, he found himself lying down in another room.

A warm and comfortable bed, every corner of the floor is covered with light brown fur, and a brightly patterned tapestry is hung on the wall facing the bed.

He sat up, and found that the heaviness in his whole body was gone, and the pain in his head was gone.Opening the character panel and looking, all the previous debuffs have disappeared, and the blood bar has been filled up in one breath - but the blue bar is still only half left.

Although the blue bars were not full, it was far beyond Qin Fang's expectations.

He looked up, only to find a person sitting behind a desk not far away.

He was an elegant young man with blond hair.

His long, pure golden hair was like a fine golden thread, shining faintly in the sunlight.The emerald green eyes are reminiscent of firs covered with frost and snow, bright but indifferent.The white cloak was fastened on the chest with a dark golden lock, revealing the graceful curve of the neck.

The next moment, those emerald green eyes glanced over, filled with impatience and sarcasm.

"Finally woke up, Master Gore." His voice is the same as his appearance, every word is biting to the point, extremely elegant, but there is always obvious meanness in his casual heart, for example, at this time he said " The word "young master" was slightly emphasized. He obviously looked like a slender and tall young man, but he clearly laughed at the weak "Gordo", "I thought I was going to wait here until the second It's dark."

Qin Fang didn't know who this person was.

But Qin Fang didn't like his tone of voice.

So he closed his eyes and asked in a dry voice, "Who are you?"

"...Atricia." The blond youth said, "I thought you had at least heard of this name."

Coincidentally, I've never heard of it.

But Qin Fang would definitely not take the initiative to say this.

Suddenly, he remembered that when the black-haired man came to visit him, he ordered his followers to invite Mr. "Patricia"—

"So you saved me?" Qin Fang asked.

"At least you haven't burnt out your brain yet." Yatrixia sighed, "Now I can also explain to the lord." Then, he stood up, opened the door and walked out.

"...Thank you." No matter how bad his attitude was, Qin Fang decided to say thank you first.

"You're welcome. Anyway, I'm not refusing to take any money. The reward Lord Lord has already been sent to my mansion." Attica suddenly turned his head, with a faint haze in his eyes, he stared at Qin Fang seriously, with a sudden indifference He said in a lower tone, "At first, I was still curious about what kind of person you are, Master Gore, who deserves such an inexplicable curse—it took me two resurrection spells to save you." Come back. But now, there is no doubt that you have added another confusing thing to my life."

Qin Fang: "..." Does that mean he doesn't even deserve to be cursed?

But isn't he simply having a fever?

Yatricia didn't give him a chance to ask any more questions, and turned and left.

**

After Yatrixia left, Qin Fang tried to lift the quilt, got out of bed and took a few steps.It can be said that the body has returned to a normal state except that the spirit is still a little tired.

Even after taking antipyretics, it is impossible to recover so quickly.

It seems that Atrium's "Resurrection Technique" is similar to a priest's skill, it can not only increase blood, but also dispel bad status.

The black magician shed tears of envy again.

He walked two steps barefoot, stopped in front of a huge mirror, and finally saw his appearance clearly for the first time.

The mirror surface is a bit blurry, but it basically reflects a black-haired boy with a clear outline, about ten years old, with black hair and black eyes, pale and delicate skin, deep and delicate facial features, and he can already get a glimpse of his adult demeanor.

——Extremely similar to the character he made in the game.

It's just that he is not an adult black magician named "Gordo" now, but an illegitimate son of a lord named "Gordo".

He lowered his eyes, and the shadow in the mirror also lowered his eyes. That look of loss made him feel his heart twitch—just like Narcissus, the narcissus in Greek mythology, feeling sorry for himself.

Qin Fang couldn't figure it out. Facing this face, how could Attica have the heart to say those harsh words just now?

But then, he met even harsher people and things.

After Yatrixia left, Qin Fang's door was knocked open again.Is a young and capable bodyguard.When he saw the recovered Qin Fang, he didn't look surprised at all, but told him in a gentle and rigid whisper that the lord was waiting for him in the study, and at the same time there were Mrs. Doria and Master Burian, who were waiting to have a conversation with Qin Fang. Confrontation.

"Confront what?" Qin Fang couldn't help asking.

"Please leave immediately." The guard replied gently, but did not leak anything.

"Okay. Wait for me to change my clothes first." Qin Fang said.

"Yes." The guard replied meekly, without stopping.

Qin Fang could imagine how well-dressed, proud and awe-inspiring the lord's wife and children were.Wearing only pajamas and a cloak, with his sickly face, he can naturally gain a certain advantage by showing weakness - but since it is a confrontation, it is inevitable to fight with each other. A cut of a dwarf.

So he opened the closet, picked out a set of decent but thin clothes and changed into it.Matched with his slender body and pale complexion, there was a hint of weakness in his elegance and nobility.He opened the door with a bitter face, walked up to the guards and said, "I don't know how to fold this silk scarf..."

Guard: "..."

He looked down and found that the silk scarves that Qin Fang had folded by himself were really loose and without any sense of beauty.

The guard sighed, squatted down, and after a while neatly folded the silk scarf on the boy's chest.

"Thank you." Qin Fang nodded slightly, and finally had the first smile after waking up in his eyes, "Let's go."

After such a small episode, the atmosphere between Qin Fang and the guards became less rigid.The guard led the way, and Qin walked slowly behind him, showing no sign of tension or anger about a confrontation.

The guard saw all this in his eyes, and led Qin Fang to a beautifully carved door, opened the door, bowed to Qin Fang, and said goodbye with a sincere tone: "Please be careful where you step. "

Qin Fang nodded.

He walked on the smooth white marble floor, and after a while passed through another door.And the conversation in the study finally passed through the door, faintly passed into his ears.

"...he's just an illegitimate child!"

"...I know! But Yatricia Horn has personally confirmed that what Gordo suffers from is not an ordinary disease, but a vicious curse!"

"Lord! Do you suspect that I secretly collude with the black magician in order to murder an illegitimate child?!"

"Then how do you explain his illness? He has been staying in the castle, right under your nose, Doria!...You colluded with the servants at home to block the news and not allow him to seek medical attention?"

"...I said it! It was because he moved on Burian's horse, causing Burian to almost fall off the horse. I was just punishing him—"

A man and a woman in the study roared nonchalantly.

It seemed that the lady had a temper tantrum, and the stern-looking lord would not give an inch in a quarrel.

He took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the door.

The quarrel in the study stopped abruptly.

"It's me, Father. May I come in, please?"

"...Come in, Goldo." The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded.

Qin Fang pushed the door open and went in, and sure enough, he saw the man with ice-blue pupils standing in front of the bookshelf.Sitting in front of him was a woman, with fiery red hair rolled up behind her head, a low-cut long skirt revealing a small piece of plump and white breasts, a huge emerald ring on her finger, and a huge emerald ring on her waist and skirt. Encrusted with pearls.

The woman originally had her back to Qin Fang, but after Qin Fang stepped forward, she turned around, her eyes slashed over like sharp knives.Her facial features can only be considered delicate, but matched with her expression, there is also a bit of majesty and beauty.

"Oh, Gordo...!" The woman's red Danko fingernails gripped the skirt, "Gordo, who lingers!"