Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 475 Public Order
After waking up, Olaf felt nothing unusual except that he was extremely hungry.

He sat on the bed in a daze, trying to find clues in his confused mind to answer the three questions of life.

who am I?
"Olaf."

Who is Olaf?
"It's you."

I am Olaf?
"Yes."

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!
This wasn't him asking and answering his own questions, but when these thoughts came into his mind, there really was a voice answering!!
who are you?
he asks.

"I am your myKara assistant."

my……

mykala, mckala???

Stimulated by similar words, his memory finally recovered slowly, just like fishing a rope from the river, which was covered with water plants and mud.

His memory stopped at the time he entered McCalla, and what happened next seemed to be a blank, but he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have reconciled with a certain obsession.

But at that time, there was only the emptiness of having fulfilled my wish.

But now that this emptiness was filled, he had no other strange feelings except confusion and chaos.

After sitting quietly for a while, he finally remembered what kind of assistant he had in his mind.

He asked hurriedly: "Where is Ian? Where is Ian Hodel, the dwarf who came with me?"

"Unlocking the 'Stranger Name Search' function requires McCalla citizen permissions and submitting an application to the system. Do you want to apply for the relevant permissions?"

McCalla Citizen?
"No, I refuse to apply."

What a joke, how can I be a citizen of McCalla?
I am a dwarf of noble birth!

Those who hunt dragons for glory, like Olaf, must have been born into extraordinary circumstances, or they would not have had the financial resources to devote their time to such an illusory pursuit.

But after his rebellious emotions subsided, Olaf found this thing quite interesting.

At least he had never seen such an interesting spirit possession spell anywhere else. Even the magic technology of the Veritas people did not bring him such a strong sense of freshness.

As a fashionista who is at the forefront of trends and is fond of high technology, Olaf's passion for exploration has been awakened.

He began to ask my Kara's assistant what the nouns in his speech meant one by one. After getting more explanations, he asked more new nouns, and so on.

He completely forgot about being hungry.

After a while, he had fully understood myKara and McCara's system.

"So that's it..."

he murmured.

He is currently in a military barracks on the western outskirts of McCalla, technically under custody but without guards.

In addition to helping him access McCala's main system, the main function of myKara in his mind is to monitor his situation and generate logs to report to the center.

In other words, if it is not connected to the main system, this thing can also be used by him.

But it is limited to the coverage of McCala's other world.

myKara also generated a monitoring log for these three days so that he could understand what happened to him.

He attacked Macalla's guest, a female dragon named Buzzina.

He was subsequently suppressed by Macara's armed forces and underwent purification of the Yuan Ling.

But this was different from what Ian said and what he imagined.

His faith in Mother Earth was not affected at all, and he did not even feel that he was being purified.

It was just that a certain obsession faded, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Strange, shouldn't the purification be carried out like they did to those heretics until they abandon God?"

Olaf didn't understand.

He didn't even understand why the other party wanted to "supervise" him like this - there were no shackles, no ropes, and Ian didn't even leave him a note, which showed that he was very relieved.

"How do I get out of here?" he asked.

"You can leave at any time."

"You won't stop me?"

"The purification is complete. Your isolation and imprisonment are over."

Then Olaf's stomach began to growl under the weight of his load, like the sound of a dove.

"Where can I eat?"

"I will sync the holographic magic map of the western suburbs of Mackala (tourist version) for you. Do you want to grant the permission to deduct mental power?"

Olaf suddenly became alert: "If I give you permission, will you be able to deduct my mental power from me in the future without my permission?"

"No, this is just a one-time deduction inquiry. You can also modify the setting of 'When to show this type of notification' to reduce inquiries once and for all."

The dwarf breathed a sigh of relief. This little thing was quite smart.

"Go ahead, I will never allow you to 'set up' like this."

"OK."

Then he felt a tiny bit of his mental power being drained away, which was roughly equivalent to talking to his assistant for ten or so sentences.

The map was synchronized quickly, and after entering a light sleep state, a translucent map appeared in front of him.

Olaf walked over to the mirror and adjusted himself curiously.

This map, which only he can see, will move as he turns and looks up, ensuring that it is always within his field of vision.

This……

This is so interesting!

He already kind of likes this place!

Although the workmanship of this map is very rough (in the words of players, the pixels are extremely low), compared with the holographic map produced by Magic Technology, it has a significant advantage, that is, real-time synchronization!
As he walked around, the small dot representing himself moved synchronously on the map.

At that moment, he felt goosebumps all over his body!

There is a strange sense of satisfaction!

So, Dragon Hunter Olaf, a level 7 hunter who had just beaten up a level 8 adult dragon, walked step by step to the restaurant of the military camp, staring at the dots on the map like a child who had just learned to walk.

When the dot overlapped with the "fork and knife on a plate" symbol representing the restaurant, he raised his head and looked at the suspended magic projection window in front of him:

【Today's Menu】:
Dishes: Bell pepper stew with tomato and potato, Helgeland kebab, Godro soup, Vittel smoked sausage, fruit and vegetable salad
Main dishes: baked muffins, baked potatoes, pancakes, bread
Drinks: Fruit juice, vegetable juice

Chef: Olivier
...

It was lunchtime and people were coming and going here. From time to time, soldiers would cast curious glances at him.

Olaf didn't mind. He usually attracted a lot of attention and was used to being stared at.

He walked in carelessly, ignoring the long line beside him and went straight to the window.

Even though it was not as high as the window, as Olaf took a step forward, the ground automatically rose up, lifting him up to a height where he could look down at the plate.

He also saw the chef behind the window.

He was a typical Nice person, with a round face, double eyelids, big eyes, and skin that was so white that it was a little pale.

How come there are Nice people in McCalla?
He didn't care about that and said directly:

"Give me one of each!"

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the soldiers around him were looking at him in surprise.

Some people were attracted by the bumps under his feet, while others were attracted by his queue-cutting behavior.

Olaf never cared about such things, and he never queued anyway.

The fact that he came in person to get his meals was already a great honor, as usually the servants would bring them to him.

This is the privilege of a level seven strong man.

However, this time, his privilege didn't seem to be so useful.

"You need to smooth this floor out and get in line at the back of the line."

The cook, named Oliver, tapped his spoon and said to him.

Olaf frowned slightly, wanting to laugh at the other party for not even looking at who he was, when he suddenly heard a childish but very firm voice in his ears.

"This is not right, this is not right, this is not right..."

At the same time, he clearly felt the air around him pressing towards him. Even the things he saw became distorted and blurred, and his perception range suddenly shrank to his own body.

It seemed as if in an instant, the entire McCalla hated and expelled himself.

He rolled down the raised slope, covering his ears and rolling on the ground in pain. The torture only ended when he felt a trace of regret in his heart.

My vision returned and the buzzing in my ears stopped.

Olaf covered his face and climbed up.

——Those people must be laughing at me, right?
He felt like he had lost face and was humiliated.

However, when he glanced around, he was surprised to find that no one was paying any attention to him.

The soldiers were still queuing up for food. Occasionally one or two would look over here, but would quickly look away and then chat with their companions.

"That's the dragon hunter? Why is he so miserable?"

"That's probably right. It violates public order."

Public order?

——"What is public order?"

He immediately asked himself the question.

"To maintain the order necessary for social public life. You are currently violating the "Public Security Administration Punishment Law". Please level the restaurant floor and line up for dining."

Olaf was a little speechless. This sounded just like what the etiquette teacher taught him, but who would be so idle as to write it into the law...

The people of Veritas have talked enough about civilization and equality, but there is still a VIP window where you can enter by paying. Is McCalla so strict?
"Is there no preferential treatment for the strong?" he asked.

"Yes, the chef has the first right to taste."

Olaf: “…”

(End of this chapter)