A strange world

Chapter 1209 Section 131. Competition in the training camp

"Are you asleep?"

"Um."

"How long did you last?"

"It seems like less than twenty minutes..."

"What do you think?"

"Comfortable? But it's a bit uncomfortable..."

"Is it because you haven't slept?"

"It's not without reason."

Around the corner, the head maid Abby, who was coming with hot drinks, spun around in a circle and quickly walked away.

Annan, who didn't know who was outside the corridor, continued: "I also had a strange dream."

"What kind of strange dream?" Itilia raised her head, with an open copy of "Friends" on her lap.

"I dreamed of several mes, and they are all me in the future. Some of them became emperors, some became alchemists, and some..." Annan shook his head, feeling that it was inappropriate to say it in front of Itilia.

"Sister, do you know about parallel worlds?"

"What's that?"

"There are many worlds like ours, with you, me, and everyone. But the trajectories are completely different."

"If it's the same, why are the trajectories different?"

"Have you heard of the butterfly effect?" If a butterfly flaps its wings on the north shore of the Strait of Obiris, a hurricane will blow on the south shore. Sometimes it only takes a few small changes to change the direction of the entire world. "

"What am I like in other worlds?" Itilia asked curiously.

Annan scratched his head: "I slept for 20 minutes and woke up before I had time to ask..."

Idilia chuckled softly and continued chatting with Annan in the evening before Leila came back.

"Really?"

At some point, Itilia raised her head and asked Annan.

"What?"

Annan tilted his head and read the "Friends" that the eldest sister held up: "During the invention of happy water, Annan Reeves was ridiculed by many vampires, thinking that he would never be able to do it. But Annan never said that in his life. The word "give up".

"Really, I don't know how to say 'give up' in the blood clan language."

Annan took the "Friends" very naturally and looked back.

Unexpectedly, the second article still featured Annan as the protagonist:

[...Annan, covered in dust, returned to Liberty City and strolled along the streets. When passers-by curiously asked him what he was doing, Annan said: I haven't been back for a long time, and I want to take a good look at this land that I love so much. 】

Annan saw this sentence at the first glance, and suddenly recalled the scene where the official covered his mouth and ran out after hearing this sentence.

So you were in a hurry to submit an article to "Zhiyin"...

"It's true, I did say this."

Annan said, looking at the next article.

[When I came to Free City Winster for the first time, I discovered a strange sight: there would be a sign in front of some houses in the city, saying that the residents here were serving in the legion. He asked in confusion: Why should such a sign be erected? Passers-by told him: If the soldiers protect us, we must protect the soldiers’ families. The City Lord's Mansion will give preferential treatment to families with service members, and neighbors will also take the initiative to help buy groceries and help.

When Winston found out, he couldn't help but sigh: It is precisely this kind of warm territory that can be so prosperous and powerful. 】

This Annan does know a little bit. Unlike other territories, becoming a soldier not only changes your status, but also brings glory.

If the three major legions had not stopped recruiting new soldiers, they could have squeezed the three legions from five thousand, two thousand, and two thousand into ten thousand, ten thousand, and ten thousand.

However, the issue of conscription should indeed be put on the agenda, and at least a number of reserves must be prepared.

Annan looked at the last article: "The Competition in the Training Camp", written by an unknown author.

So who is this guy named Anonymous? ?

Annan glanced at it and asked Itilia: "Are there too many stories about Liberty City?"

"Isn't it bad?"

"Well, it's too explicit. We should proceed step by step. Exaggerating too much can easily arouse rebellious emotions." 　　　 "I know."

Keep reading, the content of the article is that children from the Kingdom of Ruikanl and Liberty City participated in a training camp, and one of the projects was to make a fire together.

The children of the Kingdom of Ruikanl used magic scrolls to light the fire, while the children of the Free City chose to work together and started a fire by drilling wood to make fire, and happily embraced each other to celebrate. It reflects the cooperative ability of the children in Liberty City and the rigid thinking and dependence on magic of the children in the Kingdom.

Annan frowned.

"What's wrong? The article is not good?"

Annan returned "Friends" to the eldest sister: "It's not bad, but the kingdom is no longer our enemy."

"Then let's find another enemy?"

"There are so many enemies...but it can indeed be changed to the Elf King's Court." Annan said maliciously.

"It's too late now."

Itilia said that this is just the first draft of the new issue and can be taken back for revision.

"That's good……"

Then Annan narrowed his eyes. It seems that I was deceived by my eldest sister to handle official business without knowing it...?

At this time, Layla came back.

Movements are gentle and slow, tiptoeing.

You know that she caught nothing without asking. Otherwise, even if she didn't say anything, she would come over and chat with her actively: "How big of a fish did you catch? It was almost 30 pounds!"

"Did you catch a fish?"

After finally finding an opportunity, Annan took the initiative to attack.

"Have you taken care of your official business?" The second sister retorted decisively.

Annan was speechless and looked at the night sky outside the window: "One day, I will go out and do something big."

After hearing this, Leila walked to the terrace, pushed open the terrace door, and turned back to raise her eyebrows at Annan.

"Not today."

…

The charred girl who had just walked out of the city lord's palace raised her head and stared at the open terrace door for a while, then continued to walk and came to the execution chamber in the awe of the jailer.

The gangster who had just been sent was tied to a torture device. When he realized what was going to happen, he screamed and cried: "Don't kill me, please... I am willing to be a good person, give me another chance!"

"Does the person you hurt get another chance?" The jailer sneered and gave way to the burnt girl.

"Please, don't—"

The Burnt Girl cleanly dug out the gangster's heart, and suddenly stood there, motionless.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

The burnt girl couldn't speak, she just walked to the side silently and sat there.

She pondered why humanity was not improved.

…

Hunter felt a pair of women's hands touching his body, because men would not touch his belly.

The hands were a little rough, and Hunter couldn't help but twist his body. Then the hands suddenly left, and a few seconds later, they touched again gently.

Hunter trembled with itch again.

"By the God of Spinners!"

As a scream came to mind, he saw his surroundings.

The figures leaving in a hurry, the noise around them, the high ceiling... is this hell?

While Hunter was still confused, a woman led a group of female workers from the edge of her sight, pointed at herself and said: "This is the spinning machine, He answered me!"