The brave man who runs a hotel in an RPG

The melodious melody of the harmonica freely reverberates in the ear-shaped space, and the air filled with fine dust and dark elements is gently vibrated by the fantasy-style tune. The rest of the body except the raised mouth remained motionless, and as she played, the eyes of Quaid Statue lit up a crimson halo, and when the song ended, the halo flickered again like reluctantly It disappeared after a few strokes.

The tempered door leading to the last overlapping area was opened, and the puzzle was solved successfully.

Monica's mouth left the harmonica, she touched the body of the harmonica, and put the harmonica and music score back on Quaid's paws.

"Great, we're going to meet the 'third game' right now!" Fred put his palm on Monica's shoulder, and finally said, "I never heard you say you can play the harmonica, Monica , where did you learn it?"

Monica's face was a little red, she twisted the sleeves of the nun's gown and said, "This is... suddenly one day it will happen."

——? !

When Monica said this, there was a blurry scene in my mind that ran over like a high-speed train, and it was difficult to see a single segment.

Is it the past life again... Did I have contact with Monica in the last week?

Wanting to recall the specific details of that scene, pain and nausea swept through my head. I squatted down and waited for them to pass, and Kane's concerned voice sounded beside me.

"What's wrong with you, Al?"

"A little dizzy." I answered truthfully.

"Why do you suddenly feel dizzy? Could it be...!"

Kane's face appeared in front of me, he bent down to touch my forehead, and the warmth of his palm was transmitted to my head.

"It's not 'Black Dragon'." I grabbed his hand and stood up straight, "It's all right now."

The headache and nausea had disappeared, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Lucy whose body color had become transparent. I led Kane to follow and walked towards the large army in the overlap area where the "third game" was located.

"Lucy's soul energy is almost exhausted." I reminded Kane quietly.

Kane froze for a moment, then stretched his smile and said, "Well, I will be ready to meet her."

I shrugged my shoulders noncommittally, and it didn't take long to walk into Wensania and the others after pulling him.

"The third work" looks like a bird without wings. I remember that this kind of wingless bird has a special scientific name, it seems to be a kiwi or something.Similar to the Harpy, its lower limbs are claws of bird-like creatures from the knees, and the remaining half of its body is a human body covered with feathers. The pair of ears are pointed and long, the pupils of unidentifiable color are vertical like silk threads, and the two fangs that cannot be covered are exposed outside the lips.

When we stepped into its territory, it made a demonstrative hiss, which had no attack effect, just pure intimidation.

"I don't want to fight with you." After neighing, it shook its head and said.

The voice of the "fifth work" is soft, and the "third work" is the opposite of it. The voice of the "third work" is very sharp. There are sharp lines of messy marks.

Fred said with a "hmph": "It's not up to you whether to shoot or not." He shook one hand to conjure a pistol, and opened the magazine with the other hand to fill the pistol with bullets very quickly. Pointing the gun at the "third work", Dieter, who was at the end of the line, suddenly exclaimed: "No, wait... poof——"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Dieter. He covered his mouth in pain, but black and red blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth, trickling down his black gloves and gradually dripping to the ground.

Everyone shouted his name and surrounded him. I quickly checked Dieter's status bar. It was full of blood and mana, and there was no debuff. But what happened to this blood?The sequelae of an attempted transformation?

Dieter didn't say anything, he just vomited the pool of blood and passed out with a pale face. We didn't dare to challenge the "third game" when there were wounded, and Dieter's condition obviously needed someone to take care of him, so we had to Retreat back to the ear-shaped space and set up a tent.

……

After watching Dieter in the tent for a while, I felt mixed feelings.

A Rayleigh stood up and a Dieter fell down again. Our mission trip was really ill-fated.

Fred decided that everyone would watch for an hour, and the next handover was Monica. She deliberately avoided me when she came in, but I still had something to ask her.

"Monica, you said you could play the harmonica all of a sudden, is that true?" I said straight to the point.

Monica's shoulders jumped, and she held the long pestle tightly and turned her head. I was afraid that she might not hear clearly in fear, so I repeated it patiently. Her foot kicked the pestle in front of her several times Only then did Air turn his head back a little and said, "It's fake, it's actually..."

According to Monica, the skill of playing the harmonica was taught to her by a brave man, but she couldn't remember the name and face of the brave man, and she couldn't even judge whether the brave man taught her to play the harmonica. Ryder didn't know what to say when she asked her, so he had to answer ambiguously.

Hearing her answer, the lingering headache hit me again. I pressed the sun button to bid farewell to Monica and got out of the tent, breathing at a constant speed for a while before dispelling all the headache.

Both my own situation and Dieter's situation have brought me a strong sense of instability, which makes me have subtle doubts about whether the main storyline can really be completed this time.

Outside, Fred and Rayleigh were sitting around a campfire eating dry food, and Kane and Winsania were in another, and I joined the latter, squeezed between Kane and Winsania, and took a bunch of Kane Serve with freshly seasoned baked potatoes.

After swallowing five potato chips whole, I licked my lips and asked, "What are the names of the two new tenants?"

"The one in the heart-shaped space is An Qiluo, who was a knight from the Northern Continent before his death. The one in the ear-shaped space is named Louis. He was an A-level mercenary of the Mercenary Union before his death, and his occupation was a priest."

"Another mercenary." Windsania sighed.

"Angelo and Louis have only one piece of new information," Kane turned over the grilled fish and continued, "It's about 'My Lord' Quaid."

He withdrew his hand and glanced at me, and slowly read out: "Quaid's power is divided into two, and the power of 'good' is far less than half of the power of 'evil'. The god-making plan of the Zimmer family is actually to awaken Quaid's power of 'evil', the so-called 'inspiration of our lord', its true meaning is the effort that must be made to find our lord."

The slow words stripped my sanity little by little, and my retina was covered by thicker and thicker darkness, so that I could only see the scene that a certain consciousness wanted to show me——

On that day, the top of the snow mountain in the extreme north was full of black figures, and the end of the long worshiping dragon could not be seen from the position of "I". "On the soles of the feet, the cloak representing the color of the shadow was flying wantonly under the savage snow wind, and "I" was at the top without any discomfort, as if "I" had seen this scene thousands of times before. As for the physical and mental acceptance, it is extremely smooth.

Quaid, the Lord of Shadows, should have such a posture, not that naughty dragon who has been bored all day long and made jokes, and ran to the human world willfully for the future vision in the Holy Light Tower.

——Which one is the real "I"...

The scene of being worshiped by the Zimmer family became more and more vivid. No matter how much I wiped my eyes, I couldn’t erase this scene firmly embedded in my retina. The voices of Kane and Windsania echoed in my ears. There is no way to escape from the memories of the past, and the revolving lantern scenes are stuck to my eyelids frame by frame, telling another "I" that has never appeared in the dream.

Flames of war, black flames, corpses littering the field, fighting with each other...

The ferocious faces of monsters, the panic of innocent people, the countless brave men who stepped forward and sacrificed one after another, the mournful cries of all the creatures on the four continents...

——So that's the case, this is the part of Quaid's incomplete memory.

Perhaps the Quaid who turned into "evil" is the real Quaid, just like the dormant "black dragon" in my soul container, it is the embodiment of the power of shadow, and the riot hundreds of years ago in my memory is exactly Quaid. The last time Germany was controlled by the "evil" self, it was the war between humans and monsters, and it was also a battle between the two selves in Quaid's body for the ownership of the body. There is no doubt that "good" won the final victory, and "evil" The power has since disappeared.

The evil dragon Quaid believed by the Zimmer family disappeared, replaced by the good dragon Quaid, whose ideals are sleeping late and traveling around the world, and bullying angels and visiting challengers at most on weekdays. The shadow lord of Yidian borrowed part of the power of "evil" to build the Tomb of the Bandit King, in an attempt to awaken the "evil" in the "good".

——For the Zimmer family who crazily worship the evil dragon Quaid, am I the one who brought the "Black Dragon" into the Tomb of the Bandit King?

Floating in the vortex of past life memories, I laughed at myself, and inadvertently aroused an invisible ripple in the sea of ​​consciousness. The ripple spread away, and I woke up.

When I woke up, I held Kane's hand tightly. He stared at me with clear blue eyes for no reason, and stretched out a hand to wipe the sweat from my face.

"What do you remember?" he asked me.

Since he asked this question, he really saw my previous life that day.

I glanced at Wensania, who pursed her lips and bent her feet: "Okay, I'll go."

"No, sit down." I called to her.

Windsania shook her pointed ears, and leaned over with a bright smile, her eyes were full of gossip.

At first, I wanted to postpone Quaid’s affairs until I finished the main mission, but now it seems that I can’t delay any longer. The main story of the Tomb of the Bandit King is closely related to my previous life. In other words, this main story is to reveal the life experience of the protagonist It's set up, so what if I, the protagonist, don't want to join in the show.

"It's a bit of a long story, and it's going to take a while to tell."

After much deliberation, I will start with this.