The lord is red again

The undeads hit a wall in their communication.

They may be socially phobic in real life, but after entering the game, they are the freest and most unconstrained people.

Seeing an undead trying to verbally attack the short and fat pus exile to bring the two sides closer, Boyd, who had just walked out of the room with Lind, had to say: "Don't mess with that guy, he is not picky about food."

The undead shuddered and immediately distanced himself and returned to Lind.

Fear, only standing next to Lind can get a sense of security.

Only Lind and Boyd had dinner, which was dried meat and whole grain bread. The taste was so bad that Lind felt that his teeth that could bite off a fine steel sword were blocked.

But it tasted much better than boiled beans!

The undead also had their own snacks. Some of them were bored and pulled out their weapons to wipe and maintain them, and some were in a daze, probably browsing the official website.

"Don't they need to eat?" Lind looked at the exiles doing their own things.

"They are not fools!" Boyd raised his hand and knocked the iron cage on his head, "Linde, this thing is just an iron sleeve, and the person wearing it will not become a fool."

"You are right." Linde smiled, and he admitted that he did look at the exile with the eyes of a disabled person.

"I answered your question, and it's your turn to answer mine." Boyd nodded at Linde, "Hmm?"

"Puff!" A certain undead who was just about to drink water burst into a large spray. Did they notice that Boyd's angle was a little wrong?

Is the chat between NPCs so exciting?

Not right, this world seems to have always been exciting, like prostitutes have never been completely eliminated, and there are undead who have discovered the skills of peeping. As long as you follow a pair of NPC couples, you may hear special sounds when squatting outside their house at night.

And Doris, the recorder next to Linde, is the biggest rumor maker.

People in the doomsday will not suppress sex. There is no tomorrow. In short, this is an 18+ game.

"Come with me to the bathroom later."

"Can I go too?" The undead were excited.

My husband has called, so it's okay to take a look.

I promise not to take screenshots... I will take screenshots but not spread them... Even if I spread them, I will blur them...

"Hahaha!" Boyd laughed happily, "I haven't seen such an interesting person for a long time. Do you want to see it?"

"What? That?! Of course I want to see it!"

All of the undead were interested at once.

Only Lind looked helpless. Although he didn't know Boyd, he knew what Boyd was going to do. This guy was a small album distributor. People who slept with him always had to consider whether they would appear in the album as material... in a shameful posture without clothes, um, regardless of whether they were men or women.

When Boyd took out his collection, it immediately caused the undead to exclaim.

"Excuse me, it turns out to be Master Benzi!"

"Who is this?"

"The painting is so sacred."

Linde didn't even look at it. It wasn't that he was pretending to be noble, but he had already looked at it many times with a critical eye. In addition to his own painting skills not being up to standard and unable to reproduce, there was no way to bring him freshness.

"Master, do you have any new works?" The undead exclusive has changed his tone.

On the Internet, there is only one situation that can make people immediately "humble", called asking for resources!

"Of course!" When introducing his new works, Boyd also became interested. He took a few paintings back, but the images in the pictures were a little distorted, and they should be exiles.

Linde's eyes became solemn in an instant.

The voice of the undead next to him fully explained what Linde saw.

"This painting actually has attributes, it is a prop!"

Yes, it is a prop with attributes, and it is a prop with some amplification.

Linde took a painting, and the painting showed a short and thin exile.

"That's the Rat Catcher, a thin Nord."

"Nord?" Lind had never heard of this name.

"He created his own race. His mother is a Lander, and his unknown father is a Norr... A race that lives in the mountains. They are very thin. The Norrs in the mountains were killed more than 20 years ago." Boyd introduced, "Her mother is the daughter of a village lord. After being raped, she gave birth to the Rat Catcher, but the lord would not recognize him as a grandson with dirty blood, so he could only make a living by catching mice in the village."

Lind nodded, the story of illegitimate children is always like this.

"Then what?" asked an undead.

They care more about the story of the Rat Catcher.

"He said that his childhood was very happy, I guess, because that guy's speech is not perfect at all. He just pouts his mouth and shows his front teeth, and then makes a squeaking sound." Boyd imitated, but he was wearing an iron cage, so the imitation was not very similar, "Then he would show a Nord smile."

Boyd pulled his mouth with both hands.

"And then?"

"The rat catcher is a person who likes to share. He will send the rats he catches to people's tables, farmers' beds, leather workers' boots, and even some people had their noses and ears bitten off by rats because of him. Hahaha!" Boyd told a chilling story, and no one present laughed.

"He is the grandson of the lord. Even if the lord does not admit it, no one dares to do anything to him."

This time, no one needs to ask "and then", Boyd is planning to speed up the story.

"That day his mother got married to a merchant. It was not easy for a noble lady without chastity to marry. The rat catcher decided to make his mother happy. He followed the rat into the merchant's house and used a knife. This long knife, he showed it to me at the time," Boyd raised his hand and showed the famous length of about 5 cm. "With that knife, he cut his mother and the merchant's family from left ear to right ear, with a bloody Nord smile."

"Hiss-"

"Clown!"

The undead said.

So when they looked at the painting called "Rat Catcher" again, they felt that the gain was very appropriate.

[Rat Catcher: The work of painter Boyd, recording the story of the happy rat catcher, and a signature Nord smile. Agility +10, equipment cannot be replaced Nord smile]

After touching this painting, the muscles on the face will be forcibly pulled, revealing the so-called Nord smile!

"Does every painting have a story?"

"Of course!"

Boyd picked up the second painting: "This guy is called 'The Hungry Guy', that's the one."

He pointed at the exile that the undead had just chatted with.

The short and fat figure is indeed very similar.

"Don't underestimate that guy, he is the most dangerous one here. He eats people, not because he likes to eat, but because the god he believes in guides him to do so. There are countless messed up beliefs in this world. Sometimes I feel that if I erect a statue, I can declare to the outside world that I have established Boydism!"

[The Hungry Guy: The work of painter Boyd, recording a hungry guy, a terrible guy who always exudes an indifferent temperament. Strength +10, Fear Resistance -10]

Boyd is very keen to introduce his paintings, but everyone feels a little tortured when listening to them, especially when it is completely dark, and those inhumane guys in the paintings are wandering around.

It has nothing to do with strength, it just feels... creepy.