Your white moonlight is so beautiful

The snow on Cambrian never melts all year round.

In the middle of the night, the door of the tavern was pushed open, the copper bell made a crisp "ding" sound, and the cold wind carried goose feathers and heavy snow into the warm room.

The bartender behind the bar shivered, and looked up sleepily at the wall clock on the wall.

Two in the morning.

May is the peak season for dragon hunting. Thousands of dragon hunting teams have been dispatched from Cambrian, and the business of taverns has also ushered in a peak season.

This team is coming back late.

He cheered up and greeted: "Guests from afar, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Rod," the leader stood the gun wrapped in rags by the door, stamped the snow on his body, and said as he untied his scarf, "Find a place to put those cages, and don't let them freeze to death."

Hearing this voice, the bartender jumped in his heart, and immediately called the helper in the tavern to go out to help.

The wind and snow on Cambrian are day and night, and the tavern is the last stop before entering the city, and there are only a few acquaintances back and forth.

As the most remote galaxy in the Noah Empire, for some reason, people here rarely use high technology-there is the territory of the orcs.

Being backward has its advantages, and it is better than being robbed by foreign races after construction.Once a war breaks out, everything here is a victim.

The cage was dilapidated, and the mottled bullet marks showed what kind of cruel scenes this poaching team had encountered on the way. The damaged parts could only be covered with a piece of rag.

By the way, the bartender inspected the "goods"—the little things inside were all shrunk into a ball.

"Poor thing, aren't the little guys already dead?" He shook his head and sighed, "Did you meet the Border Patrol Fleet?"

The poachers entered the house one after another with chills all over their bodies. The leader was Lime, who took off his scarf and cloak to reveal a hideous scarred face.

Lime glanced around at the familiar faces in the tavern, and then said: "Two bottles of rice wine for each person," and then spat in a low voice: "Damn, what a terrible weather!"

Another person said: "We have encountered the Sirius Army head-on!"

The bartender was observing the things in the cage, and his expression changed upon hearing this.

He had heard of the name of the Sri Lankan Sirius Guard.

This is a subsidiary country of the Noah Empire, which is not very conspicuous in the huge imperial system.

It is also an imperial system. The current king of Sri Lanka is a child of seven or eight years old, and his feet cannot reach the ground when sitting on a dragon chair. One can imagine how embarrassing the diplomatic aspect of this star country will be.

The bartender asked curiously: "Lym, what happened to you..."

Scarface Lime knew what he wanted to ask, and sneered: "Who else is that great 'Srilan Blade'!"

The "thing" curled up in the cage slowly opened its eyes.

**

After drinking two glasses of wine, the poachers relaxed and chatted about what happened outside:

"The navigation is out of order. I have never seen so many mechas. It was really thrilling!"

"...that's war!"

"To be honest, I still can't believe that Shi Han died like this. There is one less demon king in this world."

"Who says it's not?" The bearded man lit his cigar and took a deep puff. "I just said that the little emperor's life is good a while ago. If it wasn't for a capable emperor uncle, I still don't know where to eat mud."

"That's not certain. It's not that there are nobles who seek power and usurp the throne, and they don't have a good thing!"

Someone gasped: "Shi Han died so suddenly, could it be the royal family..." He made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The air was suddenly quiet for two seconds.

"Are you kidding? The whole of Sri Lanka is counting on him," the bearded man suddenly laughed and said, "The little emperor's eighth birthday has been cancelled, and the Marquis's funeral will be handled according to the national funeral standard! It's just like a dead father!"

A group of people burst into laughter, and the meaning of ridicule was self-evident.

The noise was too loud, and the bartender looked at the cage again.

The bearded man took a sip of his wine and said, "Don't worry, that's a little bastard from the dragon clan, and he is not sensitive to sound."

Rhyme glanced at him.

The bartender pretended not to notice, and followed the conversation: "The dragons on the market recently are not as expensive as the mermaids. If they are not pure blood, I may not be able to sell them at a good price."

In addition to his work in the tavern, he is also a second-hand broker in the black market.

Listening to the other party's normal tone of lowering the price, Lime said calmly: "You don't need to worry about this order, there will always be someone who likes it."

That is to find the gold master.

The bartender narrowed his eyes slightly, and his inquiring gaze fell on the boy again.

Because of their exotic appearance, such as deep-sea mermaids with snow-white skin and pointed elf ears, orcs were used as playthings by the nobles of the Noah Empire, and became popular in the entire upper class.

After the trend started, the poaching caravans on Cambrian became larger and larger.

Although the empire promulgated laws strictly restricting the trading of orcs, where there are business opportunities, there will be capital. The orcs on the market cannot meet the needs of nobles, and a black industrial chain has formed in the border areas.

The bartender was startled suddenly.

Through the tattered curtains covering the cage, he saw a pair of blue eyes, like blue topaz gems containing the sea of ​​stars, revealing a clear and transparent luster.

The boy was curled up in the corner of the cage, his whole body was dirty, and he looked like he was underage.

He may become a plaything on the bed of the nobles, and when he gets tired, his eyeballs will be gouged out and stored in a beautiful brocade box, or he will be thrown into the arena by the superior class, and he will be killed by his pure-blooded counterparts. It's up to you.

All in all a tragic end.

The bartender came back to his senses and smiled, and echoed: "Yes, there is always someone who likes this."

**

"Thank you, I won't do it."

The system was flatly rejected.

The system numbered 213 carefully prepared this scene for him to wake up: the icy and snowy planet, the guns of the dragon hunters, the black-hearted industry... If you don't cooperate with the mission obediently, your future fate will be like a cabbage in the cold winter.

It's a pity that the painstaking efforts were in vain, and the other party was unmoved.

As Jiu Paulod saw, the original body was a dragon cub, who was seriously injured when he was caught, and went through the flames of war. After arriving at Cambrian, he failed to withstand the severe cold test and really froze to death in the heavy snow.

It was actually an accident.

Originally, he was supposed to be rescued midway, and since then he has been sincerely devoted to his savior, until the other party dominates the interstellar world and ascends the throne as king, while he himself becomes the humerus minister of the founding emperor.

However, the appearance of a bug made the main god's space into a mess, and the male protagonist Jiang Chengzhou couldn't come in time.

So Shihan, the "Blade of Srilan" in the mouth of the poachers, was successfully upgraded to the most difficult "stabbing npc" in the eyes of the field system - because he accidentally entered the space of the main god after his death, and a day trip.

There has never been a precedent for an eighteen-line cannon fodder supporting role entering the space of the main god.

The nine quadrants of the main god's space are still in chaos, countless small worlds collapsed at the same time, and the higher-ups have no time to take care of a slight plot deviation here.

The systems that maintain this small world belong to the fourth quadrant, and they decide to fix it on the spot.

NO.213 was sent by lottery.

NO.213 analyzed Shi Han's mood at this time, and persuaded: "Hey, everyone doesn't want things to become like this. As a human being, the most important thing is to be happy. People live a lifetime, and being able to start anew is also a kind of luck..."

Shi Han was still very weak, but his tone was like a young master: "Do you want this blessing for you?"

system:"……"

Shi Han asked again: "Didn't your World Administration do any market research before going on a mission?"

No. 213 was taken aback by this question, and suddenly had the illusion that he was accepting the system's A-level assessment.

At this time, the poachers finally realized that something was wrong, a wine glass fell to the ground, they stood up at the same time, and the chairs dragged on the floor with a harsh sound!

"!" NO.213 fell silent in fright.

In the next second, the group of burly men collapsed under the system's titanium alloy electronic skin.

The bartender stood up slowly.

Lime finally came to his senses, but it was too late. He forced his teeth to squeeze out a sentence: "Rod! Don't you want to hang out in Los Angeles?! The firm already knows about our arrival!"

Jiu Paulo walked to the snow-covered window and murmured: "As long as the money is in place, it's normal for a few people who drink too much to freeze to death."

Lime's tongue was numb, and he spoke intermittently: "...I know whose order this is...Your boss can't afford to mess with you...you are in the gutter..."

The warm yellow light made him dizzy, as if he had returned to the valley, and he and his companions used sharp hooks to pierce the ribs of the young dragons and dragged them on the ground until the young dragons completely lost the strength to struggle before dragging them up. The car is locked in a cage.

The cursing voice gradually weakened until it was completely inaudible.

The bartender deadpanned the others to clean up the mess.

**

In the brain domain, the system tried to regain the upper hand: "One price, [-]!"

"Eight hundred, otherwise we won't talk about it."

Temperament is really a delicate thing, the boy's brows and eyes are clear and still green, but since Shi Han woke up, the wild flamboyance of his body has perfectly blended with another kind of superior oppression.

Even NO.213 felt an invisible pressure.

It couldn't help raising its voice to protest: "Twenty thousand to eight hundred?!"

"Too little? Then one thousand."

Seeing that the half-beast boy is approaching adulthood, the awakening of the blood is a dangerous process, and the host must cooperate. If it is not done well, the male protagonist will lose this important help. How will the subsequent hegemony plot proceed?

Where are the systems going to find the unlucky guy to fill in this hole?

That bug is destined to set off a bloodbath, and the system does not want any more moths to emerge at this juncture.

The core optical brain of NO.213 is hotter.

At the same time, in the fourth quadrant space, the systems that were not out of the field connected to the small world monitoring room one after another, and the light spheres gathered together to stare at this "stabbing npc"——

[Let me just say, this host is difficult to deal with. 】

[I'm definitely not happy. I encountered a similar situation in a mission before, and they ended up being blackened. 】

【He is so uncooperative, can 213 really complete the task? 】

【Anyway, just don’t fall on my head. 】

The so-called lottery is just an excuse, the program is composed of 0 and 1, and the most annoying thing is uncertainty-such as the bug that popped up out of nowhere.

Rather than saying that the lottery is bad luck, it is better to say that the difficult task is assigned to the one with the least relationship.

Anyway, I don't have to worry about debts.

The boy was separated from other orcs, and the little ferret crawled around in the cage, calling for help hastily: "Help, save me..."

Shi Han lowered his eyelids and ignored it.

When poachers encountered a war, they discarded everything they could lose halfway, but they insisted on bringing a cheap half-breed orc with them. There should be something hidden in it.

The only thing special about the original body is that it has a pair of blue eyes, which is very rare in the dragon race, and it may be related to the mixed blood.

In the end, it was 213 who compromised first: "Two thousand! When you reach the 'plot promotion value' of two thousand, you will unlock the face-squeeze function, nothing less!"

Because of this face-pinching function, Shi Han had already missed the first chance to escape.

The system is about to vomit blood.

Only then did the young man lazily say: "It's a deal."