[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

Who knew that such a pinch would wake up the poor child who was sick.

Mammon calmly withdrew her evil hand, suppressed her smile, and squatted on the bedside with no expression on her face.

Yalar rubbed his eyes in a daze at first, feeling the unusual stiff atmosphere around him, the movement of rubbing his eyes froze for a while, put down his hands and fixed his eyes to see the person beside the bed, and said in surprise: "You Why are you here?"

As soon as the words came out, the little nobleman immediately realized how impolite his question was, paused in embarrassment, and continued dryly: "...Student Regis?"

"Mammon," Mammon briefly decided how to address the other party, then took out the instrument that had been in his pocket and stuffed it under Yalar's nose, "I'm here to give you this."

Yalar took the things, turned them upside down for a while, and looked at Mammon suspiciously.

"Information transmitter," raised his eyebrows, dragged the stool in front of the desk and stuffed it under his buttocks. Mamen carried out the principle of "doing it yourself to have enough food and clothing", and obviously didn't care about the half-sitting and half-lying on the bed, whose hair was still messed up because of the quilt Like a bird's nest, people who are confused and unable to keep up at the moment have too much hope, "This is the place to enter the password, after pressing this down..."

Mammon took the communicator back, demonstrated and explained patiently, and gave Yalar a general explanation of the appearance of the information communicator.

……

15 minute later.

Aral: "Oh..."

Mammon: "Oh what, you remember everything?"

Yalar: "...Will this instrument be expensive?"

Mammon: "I don't know... why are you asking this?"

Yalar: "... If you break it, you have to pay for it?"

Mammon: "..."

Yalar: "..."

Mammon: "Can't you afford it?" ==#

Obviously not ready for Yalar to answer, Mamen put the instrument back into Yalar's hand, and had to emphasize again: "Your instrument must not be taken by anyone other than me. If they know your password, use It would be bad if your instrument sent the signal for rescue in advance... Are you listening?"

"Yes, yes!" Yalar nodded violently. He was already weak and his muscles were sore, but now he was using too much force. After nodding his head violently, he felt a little dizzy=_,=.

Mamen, who lowered her head and rummaged in her pocket for a long time before taking out half a piece of torn paper, became even more irritable when she looked up and saw her partner sitting on the bed with mosquito-repellent eyes, and a vein on her forehead popped up. The small piece of paper slapped Yalar on the forehead——

Yala let out a low cry, and was slapped back on the bed by Mammon's slap.

==.

It was only then that she remembered that the other party was a sick one. Mamen was silent for three seconds, leaned closer to the bed, and half-truthfully stretched out her hand to help Yalar: "Sorry, I forgot that you are still sick."

Alar...

What else can Yalar say besides "It's okay"?

Dare to ask if he can be abused like this if he is healthy?

……

dare not ask. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Because after asking, I will be really abused, mentally and physically.

With a bitter face, he turned to appease the man who seemed to have a trace of guilt on his face. Yalaer bitterly tore off the torn piece of paper from his forehead, put it in front of his eyes, and found that his vision was blurred. It took him a long time to get the focus right. No., I also found that the first half of some words can be remembered, and the second half can also be remembered. The result is that I can’t remember what it means when put together...

After struggling for a long time, after the language ability and justification ability recovered a bit, Yalar stuttered and studied carefully——

①49L, LC-2 military backpack

② German wolf eye flashlight X3

③K3-campfire lighter

④Lightweight rope-50M D11cm bearing capacity 1500KG, rock nails, safety ropes, iron ropes, pulleys ⑤Luminescent fire stick

⑥WAVE combination tool pliers/Swiss utility knife

⑦ Special watch for field survival

⑧Multifunctional kettle

⑨ Firearms

Yalar: "..."

Mammon: "This is the part you need to bring, I will prepare everything that is not written on it."

Yalar: "A few more packs of explosives, a few more shovels..."

Mammon: "?"

Aral: "I'd think we were actually going to rob graves."

Mammon: "You read too many novels. (Calmly, firmly)"

Yalar rubbed his chin in distress: "These things are not easy to get ~ some things can only be obtained on the black market..."

Mammon sneered, "Are you joking?"

"Hey! My family is not involved in the black market! Human traffickers are the most annoying!" Yalar immediately retorted, his eyes were bigger than copper bells, "You can't keep misunderstood the mafia like this..."

"The eyes are going to pop out." Mammon nodded perfunctorily, patted the child on the shoulder, looked at his steamed bun face that was even more flushed due to too intense emotions, and suddenly had the evil thought of wanting to pinch it hard, watched and listened My own words quickly withdrew her giraffe-like neck and rubbed her face vigorously to adjust her facial expression. Yalar was very concerned about the image, Mammon nodded, and came to a conclusion——

"Ugly to death."

"..." I was used to being disgusted, so I endured it.Yalar quickly adjusted himself, fell back on the bed, blinked and blinked, "Where shall we sleep then?"

"Star Hotels?"

...How cynical is this person?Hold on. =_,=.Yalar was depressed: "Don't you even have a sleeping bag? There are many poisonous mosquitoes in the tropical jungle... and snakes."

"Of course it's sleeping in a tent. This is on my list. You don't need to worry about it," Mamen paused, raised her chin, and twitched her mouth proudly, "You can't even carry it if you give it to you."

Aral felt like he was becoming a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle—couldn't he be kinder to his patients? TAT chirping chirping~~~ He pursed his lips aggrievedly, "Wouldn't it be too heavy for you to bring two tents by yourself?"

"..."

"?"

"Who told you about two tents?"

"Ah?" ==?

"Just one top."

"Ah?" =口=?

"Even the mixed-sex group is just a tent for safety."

"Ahh~~?" ∑одо! !

Mammon got up and poured a glass of water for Yalaer, and stuffed it into his hand. The latter said thank you in a daze, but hadn't recovered from the shock (are you shocked?), and drank the water mechanically ——

Mamen said coolly: "I won't do anything to you, don't worry. I'm not interested in minors."

"puff--"

……

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[-] days later.

Tropical Rainforest of East Island, Madagascar.

In the early morning, when the sun is not too strong, under the shadow of the towering trees, it is like a dark night inside the rainforest.Only rarely, once in a while, one or two weak sunlight can be projected through the interlaced and lush branches and leaves of trees.Looking up, you can still see the thick mist ahead, and the visibility is very low.

If there is only a slightly better place, it is because it is still early, and it is not sweltering at the moment.

This time, Yalar and Mamen chose the unofficial route between the center and left.The downside is that there may not be a way to directly reach the location where the map fragments are buried.The advantage is that there are fewer people, and there may be double gains.

After all, the purpose of most people is to "pass this trial", nothing more.

The request of the head of the Morakot family is very clear - "win this trial".

So Yalar had to...

what?

Ask Mammon why he also puts the highest goal?

It's all because one morning at the dining table, Papa Reguis was drinking high-fat milk oatmeal while happily recalling the past-"I think back then, when your dad and I won the first place in this event... ..."

Edward slipped his hand to spread butter on the bread, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "First? Why didn't I hear you mention it before?"

The old man snorted: "A hero doesn't mention his bravery back then, but you and I are very low-key."

"..." Edward suddenly felt that the first place he got back then, there was really nothing to talk about=,=, isn't it true that everyone is the first?

At that time, Mamen kept silent. After breakfast, she went back to her room to study the map of the rainforest.

The memory playback ends.

The tropical rainforest of Madagascar at this very moment.

Yalar took the stick that opened the way and turned over the ground covered by thick fallen leaves. Every time he stepped on it, there would be a slight crunching sound, which was soft.

It makes people a little inexplicably excited.

In my ears, apart from the different birds chirping from nowhere above my head, I could occasionally hear the conversations of members of other groups. In addition, I could occasionally feel the breathing of myself and the man leading the way. Voice.

Yalar has a lot to say - after all, it is the first time to return to the original ecology of nature alone. Regarding the road ahead, he is not so much worried about whether he can pass the test, but more worried about what he will encounter now Anxiety mixed with some excitement.

Yalar couldn't bear the silence, picked up the stick, and boldly poked the bag of the man in front of him.

Frightened by the indifferent gaze shot back, he stopped and swallowed: "Er..."

Mammon frowned impatiently: "Speak up if you have something to say."

"Would you like to look at the map...Well, I can't seem to hear the voices of other groups."

Mammon glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then turned and continued walking.

Yalaer was ignored, and chased after him in two or three steps, patted the big bag on Mamen's back that was twice as big as himself, and shouted angrily, "I'm serious!"

"You thought it was a group camping?" Mamen continued on his way, poking away a small non-poisonous snake lying in the middle of the road expressionlessly, "It's only if you can't hear it, it means we have already We have officially entered the rainforest."

"What? Is it the official entry?" ==, his legs are about to break, blah, blah, the result of lack of exercise... For the first time, Yalar felt that otaku is actually a pretty unhealthy profession.

"tired?"

"Ah?...No!!! No, how can I get tired so quickly, and I'm not an otaku, bahahahaha..." Yalar laughed dryly.

Mamon looked up at him expressionlessly.

Yalar couldn't stop laughing, raised his hand and scratched his head, "Just a little bit."

"Keep going, don't rest."

"..." ==.

"The next point is ahead," Mammon turned around suddenly, and put the map under Yalar's eyes. Yalar took a closer look and saw a red circle drawn somewhere on the map, plus a red naming note——

"storm villadom"

Storm Villa.