The brave man who runs a hotel in an RPG

Woke up exhausted physically and mentally.

The light attribute magic circle on the zenith of the top corner space shines like daylight outside the tent, and it is impossible to judge the exact time without asking the guide, which makes me have a sense of unreality as if it was a world away.

I wanted to sit up from the quilt, my fingers were wrapped around the soft hair, I looked to the other side of the floor, Kane was still asleep, his sleeping face was very peaceful.

A lock of blond hair wrapped around the palm of my hand, I just noticed that Kane's hair is so long.

that dream...

——Because you won't allow it to be cut.

That's what Kane, the young man with long hair hanging down his hips, told me in the dream.

"..."

I took a deep breath, and the indescribable sadness once again filled my heart, and I rubbed the center of my eyebrows a little irritably.

Even though the absurd scene in the dream is so real that it makes people blush, I can still distinguish the difference between the dream and the reality. The blood-sucking behavior has established a wonderful connection between me and Kane's soul, so in the dream I and ten Years later, Kane can get a little bit of his memory every time he gets in touch with him more closely. There are two things he wants to convey to me through the overlap of body and mind. One is that the real enemy is the Creator, which I do not know. Unexpectedly, the other thing is to use the "key" to open the "door" in the Temple of Odin. "Woolen cloth?

I think of the memory coherence in the week that the guide said, and the so-called "the future exists but will never come". When the week is over, the game will start again. Where did Kane come from ten years later?The memories that flooded into my mind were not only owned by one Kane, I absorbed at least the memories of Kane in more than three parallel worlds, as well as the lingering sadness that was infected by the young Kane, This sense of sadness seems to be infused across the barriers of the world, much like the remnants of me in other parallel worlds.

Unconsciously rubbing the blond hair in my hand, I bent down to trace Kane's face, and pressed a kiss on his lips.

- Don't want to lose, never lose.Do not want to separate, must not separate.

My mind was full of the figure of Kane in those parallel worlds, and it was as if a big hole had been dug in my heart. The cold wind poured in irresistibly, and the wound was painful.

The sleeping Kane was unprepared. My tongue easily penetrated his slightly parted lips. After stirring in his mouth for a while, Kane woke up with a shiver. He seemed to instinctively want to resist. My tongue, but in the end I could only frown and whimper indistinctly, and slowly responded according to my intentions. From the corner of my eyes, I could vaguely see the glistening saliva from the two mouths sliding down the corners of their lips onto the pillow.

Kane's way of responding is young and clumsy, which is far from him ten years later-this is Kane now, Kane who has not experienced pain and parting, and still has precious innocence.

Leaving his lips, Kane opened his eyes and looked at me bewilderedly, the corners of his eyes and ears were soaked in the glow.

"You...you get out of the way." After a while, he turned his head away and wiped his mouth with difficulty breathing.

I got up and dressed wisely, and he also lifted the quilt and took out the robe from the backpack. He didn't mention the morning kiss until the two of them got dressed. It's rare that I was prepared to be scolded, but this indirectly proves that I was the only one who dreamed last night's dream.

I got up too early, and the two put away the tent to wake up the other three people. During breakfast, Fred expressed his desire to talk* again. The fifth work "too noisy) whispers in the overlapping area where it is located.

What Fred wanted to talk about was nothing more than the missing girls. His expression became extremely serious when he got to a place where no one was around. Regarding the disposal of these missing girls, he wanted to ask the three of us to help sort out the list of victims. It would be best to tell Melody the summary of the secrets hidden in the Tomb of the Bandit King.

"Why are you looking for me? Windsania is the captain of the seventeenth team." I asked after listening to him.

Fred crossed his arms: "You are their center, don't think I can't see it."

He said again: "I have brought the complete list of missing persons, and I will count it when I have a chance to return to the dungeon. I have written the current summary." He took out a few books from his backpack and held them in his hand. I raised my eyebrows.

I was taken aback: "What do you mean...you want to give them to me?"

——What is this feeling of entrusting a relic to you?

Fred grinned: "Of course it is for you. With your strength, little shopkeeper, you are the one who is most likely to get out of here alive. Only you can safely deliver them to President Melody."

I frowned, does this guy think he can't go back alive?Is there anyone who is in such a hurry to curse himself to death?

"I won't accept it." I took a step back, "You send back your things yourself." In order to send them back, I also live.

"Your level is the highest among us. I don't think you need to worry about life and death. Besides, you haven't thought about what will happen to Monica and Rayleigh after you die?" I asked back.

I'm not sure whether they can survive this main plot, but it's dangerous to hold the mentality of "I might die" like Fred, no matter what work it is called "death" flag", especially in games where anything can happen, such a mentality is even more undesirable.

Those who have the desire to survive and those who do not have the desire to survive have different strengths in the face of danger. The former aims to survive, even if he tries his best, he will hold back, while the latter will be desperate and fight hard. It's not strength, it's fate.

Fred answered my question as if it were a matter of course: "If I can't get out, they can get out?"

I have never seen such a ruthless one, inserting the flags of three people in one breath, and I am not an expert at pulling the flags, so what do you call me?

Fred forcefully stuffed the list and summary into my hands, and the item information was read as plot props and appeared in the item column of the backpack.

"Don't be angry, your magician is still waiting for you to go back and continue to eat. Don't pay me back, I won't take it. Brother, I will take a step first..."

Fred walked through the revolving door with his hands behind his head, his unprincipled voice fading away.

I stood at the revolving door clutching Fred's heart and soul, feeling a little dazed for a moment, and the thin and light book seemed extremely heavy.

It was dark before my eyes, someone stood in front of me, I shifted my gaze from several notebooks to the other person.

The "Eighth Work" tilted his head slightly and looked at the book in my hand curiously. His shoulders were covered with white hair, and the ends of his hair showed a gradual deep purple.

"Huh..." He smiled and pointed at me, then at himself, nodded with his eyes bent, and then retracted to the original area.

I couldn't understand his "mute language", so I looked at him defensively and planned to leave.

"He wants to say that your quality is as suitable as his to be transformed into a 'divine work'." Kane pushed the revolving door and appeared at the door.

"Bichir said that?"

"Ah."

——I'm not interested in being a test subject of Zimmer's group of immortals.

Kane's hand stuck out from under his cloak and offered me a honey apple pie and a lettuce and ham sandwich.

"What should I do?" I shook Fred's notebook.

Kane pursed his lips and approached to bring the honey apple pie to my mouth.

"...No, I want to ask if I want to return these things to him. I don't mean I don't have them."

Having said that, I still opened my mouth to take a bite of the honey apple pie and chewed it. Kane blinked and said, "Fred told you to hold it, so you should take it first. Didn't he say that he wouldn't want it if you gave it back?" Already? Then keep it safe."

I irritatedly took a few bites to finish the apple pie, Kane seemed to gag me, and then he delivered a sandwich.

"Fred asked you to come?" I surmised gloomily.

The corner of Kane's eye twitched, and he moved his hand forward and stuffed the sandwich into my mouth.

"I know you're worried about Fred." Kane took out a bottle of milk from his backpack and unscrewed it, and the scent of milk wafted out, "But it's inevitable that they will participate in the main plot."

So even if they die in the plot it's not my fault... is it.

"Fred gave you these because we are the brave ones who will defeat the devil this time, and he also saw that you are the protagonist among us, so I think there is still a difference between his original intention and what he entrusted to you." Kay En sorted out.

After eating the sandwich and drinking the milk, I reluctantly put the book into the backpack, and accompanied Kane back to the hand-shaped space. As soon as I stepped in, I heard Windsania's eager voice: "I'm going to find you, hurry up!" Come with me to the nose-shaped space!"

Kane and I looked at each other.

"What happened?" Kane stepped forward.

Windsania rushed over and said, "Did you watch Rayleigh carry the missing girl back with your own eyes?"

I realized something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Yes."

"Then why is he in the nose space?" Winsania stomped her feet.

Both Kane and I were shocked.

It stands to reason that only the teleportation magic circle at the bottom of the dungeon will fall into the nine-pointed star formation, but when the bandit king blew himself up, I never saw a figure suspected of Rayleigh, such a big magic circle, it would take a lot of money just to draw it The magic power of several magicians, I don't think there is a second such large magic circle in the Tomb of the Bandit King.Rayleigh was either sent in by the magic circle, or walked in by himself.

"Is there anyone else with him?" I asked.

Wen Shania shook her head: "He is the only one in the nose-shaped space."

Vera wasn't with him... Was it Vera's fault?

Following Windsania to the nose-shaped space, she didn't even care about the appearance of the "Seventh Game" on the way. Sure enough, she found Rayleigh lying in Fred's arms. He closed his eyes and brows tightly. Nika was kneeling on the ground and reciting healing spells for him. Rayleigh was not injured, but it was very strange that he didn't show any signs of waking up.

"Rayleigh is not an ordinary coma." Fred raised his head when he heard us coming.

I walked up to Rayleigh and squatted down, and took a closer look at Rayleigh's face. The eye sockets were black and blue, and the cheekbones were protruding. It didn't look like he was hungry or tired, but more like...something sucked his life energy .

I looked at Fred: "Then he is..."

Monica suddenly stood up and shouted in panic: "Hurry up, cover your nose, the air here is weird!"