The brave man who runs a hotel in an RPG

From the back of Christine I saw when I first came to this world, to the recent dream of Quaid sneaking away to heaven to watch the Tower of Light, and then waiting for Christine in the traveler's town for a year, and then omitting the discordant parts Explaining the two messages Kane conveyed to me ten years later, it took me a lot of words to finish this lot of twists and turns.

The incandescent light of the light attribute magic circle was so strong that the flames of the bonfire hit the faces of the two people around him not very clearly. Kane flipped the grilled fish again, and the burnt-yellow fish body made a "sizzling" sound, cracking open. Oil splashes in the tender meat, and the tempting aroma wafts out.

"Hey, give me a bunch too!" Fred waved towards us.

The positions of the two bonfires are actually quite far apart. Fred and Rayleigh are close to the overlapping area, and we are closer to the circular revolving door. The middle is at least the distance between two luxurious guest rooms, so our conversation here The sound will definitely not be transmitted, but the aroma molecules are transported by air and are not limited by this distance.

Sending Fred away with two skewers of grilled fish, Winsania took out a few new skewers of raw fish from her pocket and put them on the grill, spreading the seasoning evenly with her hands. She slowly finished applying the seasoning and patted the pepper on her hands Powder cleared his throat and said, "I'm done digesting."

"Huh?" Kane and I questioned at the same time.

"That is to say, I have finished digesting the amount of information in Alsis' words." Windsania sat upright like Melody.

Her big lake-green eyes stared fixedly at me, one finger slowly raised to point directly between my brows, and she concluded more seriously than ever before: "Arcis, you are His Royal Highness the Demon King of this world." .”

...Ah, what a coincidence, that's what I guessed too.

Combining cause and effect, connecting all the clues, isn't that what they point to in the end?I am the Lord of Shadows, the dark dragon Quaid. The "evil" power in me is the culprit who messed up the four continents. Those who have this strength, except the devil king, don't want to do it.

So when I walked out of the forest of the beginning, I would reject the crusade against the devil, so I subconsciously refused to promote the progress of the plot-just kidding, I don’t have much confidence in my body’s flexibility, and it’s not fun to attack and suffer on my own.

It seems that the luck of the last protagonist, Christine, is really not very good. Quaid, the demon king boss, will lose his wife anyway, and it is inevitable to be abandoned by the world.

"I always find it unimaginable. Alsis is the devil or something...I give three points to this script." Windsania twirled her fingers and stopped at my heart, "I'm so curious, how can I put Alsis here?" If Sith is killed, will it be cleared like this?"

I pursed my mouth and spread my hands: "I don't think so..."

"I don't agree!"

Kane jumped out and interrupted me with a resolute negative tone. He brushed away Windsania's fingers and stood in front of me and said, "Al being the devil king last week doesn't mean he is also this week. He is him." , Alsis is not Quaid, and he is now sitting next to us as the protagonist of this week's show, which is the most powerful evidence."

From the time I decided to say this, I was mentally prepared for disputes among my companions. I knew that Kane would definitely defend me. Of course, Ya's words were just words, and it was impossible to make a move, but I needed her opinion.

I was shocked enough when I became the dragon Quaid in my life background, and now I have been upgraded to the devil king by jumping to level n... Forgive me for not being able to bring up any real feelings.

It’s as if a group of royal guards found a beggar on the street and brainwashed them to say that you are our Emperor, the beggar’s first reaction would not be “Hahaha, I am the No. It's because I begged in the wrong way today" or "Can I have enough to eat every day when I become an emperor".

A beggar who has enough food and clothing will not think about such troublesome things as destroying the world. Even if he holds such terrifying power in his hands, he can at most use this power on ordinary eating, drinking and drinking, and bully when he is in the mood Bully the hooligans who bully the door.

In short, it is so useless.

Throwing the power of shadow on me was a mistake. If the "evil" side sleeps forever, how can mere Alsis set off waves on the four continents?

——For some reason, the Creator set up many tasks to lure the power of "evil" to wake up.

I think the old man Creator must be a very boring guy, and I don’t know which goddess is her daughter. Hurry up and give him a grandson to play with, so as to relieve his senile ADHD.

When Windsania spoke again, I restrained my complaints.

Seeing Kane's overreaction, she laughed and said, "At this time in last week's episode, Quaid was following Christine on adventures, so what about this week's episode, where is Quaid in this week's episode?"

Kane's hand was still between me and Windsania, he didn't answer Windsania's question, and Wensania didn't comment on Kane's silence, she just went on to say: "Here, it is Alsis in front of us .”

Windsania's aura was a bit aggressive, but what I didn't expect was that Kane still insisted in front of this aura: "Al will not become the devil."

I sighed and pushed his hand away, and then moved it aside with a light swipe: "Let me tell you, if I were the devil king, wouldn't there be nothing in the devil king's city in the Northern Continent?"

"Isn't the disappearance of the Demon King's Army just because the dragons have no leader?" Windsania said.

I made a stop gesture and said: "Although I also believe in the conjecture that I am the devil...But in my memory, there has never been a scene where Quaid entered or exited a building similar to a palace."

Kane's eyes lit up, and he leaned over as if he had caught a new clue and asked, "Al, is your memory about the power of 'evil' complete?"

Got the point.

I replied: "No, even these fragments that have been remembered are still very vague." And the Creator can forge memories, so far I am not the big fool who believes everything the guide says.

This kind of feeling is very unreliable. Memory is an important part of personality. If you are not sure about memory, you are not sure about whether you exist in the world. Fortunately, I, Alsis, have a big heart. If you change to a negative one, you will go crazy Alright.

As if the seriousness was exhausted and the atmosphere was active, Windsania's tone became cheerful: "Whether it depends on the result of this mission... Ah, Kane, don't look at me like that, Alsis is really a demon king, isn't it?" Is it cool? I think this trend is more interesting than the kingly Dragon Quest!"

Windsania's words did not make Kane's frozen complexion any better, on the contrary, his brows drooped even more.

I know what he is worried about. One day I will become the devil king, and they will be the brave men responsible for defeating and destroying me. They were partners in the past and enemies in the future, not to mention that he and I are still so close. Attracting a lot of attention and gaining more will be countless heated discussions and the curse of "send the author a blade". This is true for the audience, but it is even worse for the parties in the middle.

The thought of us potentially hurting each other on opposite poles gave me a lingering sting and irritation.

"Well, the mission of the brave is to defeat the devil. It's really interesting." I calmly borrowed Windsania's words to vent the boredom in my chest.

"Don't worry about the two of you. The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. At worst, grab Al and beat him up. I can beat him up right now." Windsania rolled up her sleeves and shook her intimidating fist.

Kane and I glanced at her together, she swung her fist through the cool wind, and the next second her fist stopped in front of my nose, Kane whispered to stop, I frowned and looked back She leaned back to avoid Wensania's stilled fist and complained: "Hey, I haven't had time to do any bad things so far!"

The owner of the fist suddenly showed a familiar wretched expression on his face.

"Tsk tsk, are you planning to forget the 'bad thing' you did to Kane that night?"

"..."

——I knew she couldn't get angel teeth out of her elf mouth!

As expected of Wensania, the atmosphere that was about to cause sparks was diluted by her casual sentence like this.

The debate about whether I am the devil did not continue, not because of Wensania's disconnection. After eating the barbecue, Monica informed us that Dieter was awake, and a group of people hurried to the tent to see his situation. Dieter claimed No problem, we tried our best to find out that there was something wrong with his body, so we discussed the weaknesses of the "third game" and made a plan for tomorrow's battle with the "third game". Companions.

After dinner, it was still a few hours before bedtime. Fred and the others took Wensania to rummaging through boxes and cabinets in several other top corner spaces, in the name of collecting intelligence. Kane seemed to want to talk to me, and I waited. As he walked to me, the two sat down in the tent facing each other.

Leaving aside his empty back, I raised my eyebrows: "Lucy is here?"

Kane nodded as an answer, and then asked, "What did your guide say?"

Did he ask his guide?

As for my guide, hehe.

Thinking of this, I sneered: "Don't you know my guide?"

I intentionally imitated that flattering and slapstick tone and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Brave, your question is a highly confidential spoiler, so I can't answer it for you. If you believe that you are, then it may be so." Things are uncertain."

Not only my life experience, but I also asked where Monica learned the harmonica skills. The guide’s explanation was: “NPC’s Zhoumu memory sharing is unlocked over time, but all possible possibilities are forbidden in their deep consciousness. The behavior that produces spoilers is the only exception for skills learned in other weeks. This skill has a certain chance to be brought to the new week. Um, sorry, did you ask where she learned it? This... That can’t be said either.”

So before flipping the table, I resisted the urge to blacklist the leader and ended this fruitless conversation.

Calming down the anger that surged up when I relayed what the leader said, I asked Kane: "Where is your leader? I remember that he is much more reliable than my side. What did he say?" ()