Longmen Memoirs

In the fake identity prepared by the Tower of Babel, Chen Mo is a Longmen person. Maybe it cannot be said to be a fake identity. After all, he can indeed be regarded as a not-so-authentic Longmen person. In the past 20 years, Longmen has continued to pour in with Victoria capital. Having a deep connection with Victoria early on, it was as common for a Dragon Gate man to come to Londinium as a Victorian to Dragon Gate.

If he held the hand of the customs officer and said he was Sakaz, no one would believe him.

You said you are a Sakaz, ha, I have never seen a Sakaz who looks like you.

Most people would think so.

The best disguise is not to pretend at all. In fact, no one thinks that an outsider will be a spy sent by Kazdaele. After all, Kazdaele and Victoria are separated by several countries. The country that cannot protect itself may not have the time to do so. Send a spy here, not to mention what you can do on your own.

Although the doctor said that the Tower of Babel would not give Chen Mo support, in fact, the doctor may have been secretly preparing this plan a few years ago. Otherwise, why would the doctor give Chen Mo an address before leaving.

Lambeth is adjacent to the central river. It is an administrative district located on the boundary between the upper town and the lower town of Londinium. It is not more prosperous than the upper town districts across the river, but it is more prosperous than the districts behind it. In terms of public security and economy, it is much better. Occasionally during celebrations, you can still see parade floats and bands passing by slowly from the other side. Typically, it is better than the top, but less than the bottom.

There is an antique shop at No. 213, Pompec Street, which does not do very well. The owner is a Philinthian in his 40s, a native of Londinium. He is also considered a semi-celebrity in this area. He is still unmarried. He dropped out of school to start a business and went to Rem Billiton was selling ore, but as a result he lost half his leg without investing in the mineral business. After he came back, he inherited his family's antique shop. Unfortunately, everyone in the street knew that nine out of ten items sold in Watson's shop were Fake goods, the remaining ones are probably not very reliable, but let alone, he can weave a decent story for every antique that looks like it, and it must be said that it is also a skill that people talk about. .

Chen Mo pushed away this narrow antique store with an old sign.

There was a clicking sound.

The light from outside the door instantly poured into the slightly dim room. The yellowed glass seemed to have a historical charm. The antiques were placed everywhere on the shelves, and they were not very neat. On the contrary, they looked a bit messy.

He closed the door behind his back and walked to the long table. A figure was hunched over, searching for something underneath.

Chen Mo put down the long box he was carrying and knocked on the counter.

The Philin raised his hand and waved.

"Have a seat, please wait a moment," he said.

Chen Mo waited patiently. After more than ten seconds, the middle-aged man stood up and patted the dust on his body. The dust flew away under the warm yellow light.

He was wearing a common pair of overalls, with the short sleeves of his inner shirt rolled up. His stubble was not trimmed, and he looked a bit slovenly, but he was very energetic.

"Buy or sell?"

"Looking for something, a silver box with irises printed on it, about ten centimeters in size, probably related to Rem Billiton. I heard that someone saw it here five years ago."

"Huh? Silver box, let me think about it..." The middle-aged man frowned and thought for a while: "I remembered it. I seem to have had such a thing here before. Unfortunately, it was bought by someone before. ”

He smiled apologetically.

"Can I know who that person is? What are his characteristics?"

"I don't know who this is, but I remember he had a tower printed on his sleeves."

Chen Mo took out a piece of paper from his bag, put it on the table and pushed it over.

"Is this this kind of tower?"

The middle-aged man picked up the note and looked at it carefully. He nodded and looked at Chen Mo with a slight change in his eyes.

He put down the note.

"Sorry, can't remember clearly."

"It's okay, excuse me." He said, "By the way, can I ask, is there any long-term living place nearby?"

"Of course." The middle-aged man pointed to the door with a smile: "Turn right when you go out. There is a hotel 200 meters away. The owner is a pretty nice guy, but if you want to stay for a long time, I still suggest you rent a place. I happen to know him. several……"

"Thank you, but no need."

Chen Mo took back the note and walked out of the store. The midday sun shone on him. He paused for two seconds and raised his feet and walked to the right.

The third floor of the hotel is directly opposite the antique shop, located at the junction of the three forks. From there, you can just see the central river and the tall central control tower in the distance.

Chen Mo took out the note again. He turned over the back and found a new string of numbers. He took out the photo of a blond film from his bag and placed it next to the note, and walked into the bathroom.

On June 1090, 6 of the Crystal Era, with the arrival of Chen Mo, an undercurrent that had been dormant in Londinium began to flow quietly.

Chapter 29 Wildfire in the Snowfield

The third year after leaving the Black Snake

April 4

Southern Ursus

An infected person who was struggling to move in the woods was suddenly blocked by someone.

"Sir, I am..."

"What are you doing here?" The ragged infected person looked at the figure in front of him in panic. "With this outfit, where are you from?"

He was downcast.

"Go back! There's nothing left here, you've all taken it away! Everything you couldn't take away was burned down."

Perhaps because he was desperate and had nothing left, the infected person pointed the wooden stick at the officer angrily and shouted: "Asshole! Are you here to kill me? Then kill me! You damn beasts."

Maybe the officer in front of him will angrily hack himself to death at the next moment. He doesn't care anymore, maybe he can be relieved by death.

"No, sir, I'm here to tell you that a picket of infected people will be here today."

Surprisingly, the officer in front of him showed no anger.

The infected person was stunned.

"Then let them come, let them kill us!" He said: "We have built an almost uninhabitable village in this remote place, and they are still coming! Then we have to let them come!"

"Sir, you can hide and let me talk to them, or I can hide..." the officer said.

"Who are you?" the infected person asked, shaking his head again and putting down the stick.It doesn’t matter who it is.

"I said, you officers and nobles, no matter what you pretend to be, you just want our lives."

When he said this, he remembered the words of the officer in front of him before, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his head.

"Ha, you may be different from them, because you are actually willing to talk to us! They are even tired of whipping us!"

He raised his head and was about to continue speaking, but there was no one in front of him.

The officer had left at some point.

"Huh? Where is the person? Disappeared?" He was startled, and laughed bitterly: "Haha, what kind of scam is this? Alas... our lives, our lives are only limited to this."

"It's also a good thing to have awareness of your own destiny."

Voices rang out from beside him, military boots stepped on the snow, and the uniforms of the pickets were hateful and abominable. His skinny fingers suddenly clenched the wooden stick that was hanging down in his hand but did not dare to lift it again.

"Ah, Mr. Picket..." He opened his mouth and shouted respectfully.

"... He is poor, broken-down, and in poor physical condition. There will be little profit in sending him to the army's mines." The picket team looked at him up and down with disdain. "How do you want to die? Happy or slow?"

The tone of his words was as haughty as a gift to a pariah.

"...Master! Look at me like this, it won't do you any harm to keep me alive!"

The pickets showed a ferocious smile.

"You have a weapon in your hand and you are still talking about this?"

"I'm sorry, sir, this was used to deal with that guy just now. She doesn't know where she went now."

The infected person hurriedly threw away the wooden stick in his hand and explained in a panic.

Ha, if this thing can be considered a weapon, they just want an excuse to kill us.

The picket officer spat contemptuously.

"The infected are worse than camel beasts. Camel beasts can also transport goods. Keeping you alive is just a waste of His Majesty's land!"

He said and drew the weapon from his waist.

"why?"

Another voice sounded suddenly, and the picket officer hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound. A man in a noble military uniform stood not far to his left at some point.

She is looking at herself.

"Where did you come from?"

"Coming from the far east." She said, she often said this, but it was a pity that she [+

"What are you talking about..." The picket member didn't know what to say, but he just tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword: "Are you also an infected person?"

"Yes." She did not deny it, as if she could not see the picket's skin and sharp weapons: "I can think and speak. We infected people have life and death. Why should you decide this life and death?"

"say what!"

"If you could give us a peaceful place to die, we wouldn't even be so angry..." He said, looking at the infected person who was cowering aside, and raised his head.

"But, brother infected, look up! Look at his eyes, his face, his smile!"

"They want to decide how we die, they want to control us. Maybe our lives are not worth a few dollars, but are you worth a gold coin?" she said sarcastically.

"you!"

The picket member looked at her angrily, but he did not take action. The person in front of him was very suspicious, and she was wearing an obviously expensive military uniform.

He has good eyesight, and those are the clothes that only a few nobles are allowed to wear.

"You are not afraid of the harm caused by infected people." She looked at the vigilant pickets in front of her and said, "No, you have never seen a few threatening infected people in your life. You just want to take advantage of our lives. Playing with our lives!”

She said it with such certainty that when those eyes stared over, the picket team member felt a sense of panic.

He saw that the infected person who was originally afraid of him slowly changed his gaze towards him.

He's not so scared anymore.

He saw his own panic, which was exactly the same as his appearance just now.

Something quietly erupted in my heart, maybe not that violently, but it was there.

Her words continued: "Brother, in their previous atrocities, did they let others go because they had a good attitude? Did they let others live because they did the right thing?"

She asked.

"No! They let you live before just because you still had money to exploit." She said: "When you have no money and no land, they will kick you away, because in the city, infected people even You can’t even survive!”

She stretched out her hand and pulled the infected person up from the ground.

The infected person hesitated and held her hand.

Seeing the shock in the other person's eyes, she didn't realize that her figure looked so upright.

"Who...are you?" the infected person asked hesitantly.

"You bastard! What's your name!"

The pickets finally couldn't bear this kind of contempt anymore. No one had ever dared to confront them like this, especially when the infected person looked at him, which made him feel humiliated.

"In the name of the Emperor! You actually dare to use these fallacies to confuse His Majesty's people. We will execute you now!"

And she didn't even look at the stern and reserved picket member.

She just looked at the infected person in front of her, her expression softened.

"Brothers, I don't have a name. You can call me whatever you want. If you must call me by a name, you can call me Tallulah."

She said, turning to look at the pickets, her gentleness turning into coldness.

"To my enemies, you don't need to know my name, but my fire will set you on fire."

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hiding spot

4 Month 7 Day Afternoon

"So, you beat them away, right?" Alina asked.

"Yes."

"I was right not to go with you. Burn people with fire... If I smell this smell again, I will definitely spit it out."

"Alina, don't force yourself."

Alina shook her head, walked next to Tallulah and sat down, handing her the warm water.

"I used to follow you myself."

Tallulah held the water glass in her hands. "So I will also protect you infected people."

"No, I'm not begging you, Tallulah."