Creator's Steam Fairy

So gradually, this rumor became a fairy tale to frighten disobedient children.

As for the chaos that night, it is natural to blame the gang of dishonest serfs in the West Sea. Look, they even captured the telegraph office and painted the sinful blue and white thirteen-star flag on the wall.

You don't know how many Xihai saboteurs hide in your original life, they even brutally killed the poor mayor's family!

Thanks to the blessing of the queen, the brave countess and her bald guards exposed their crimes and led the rifle regiment to eliminate these heinous criminals.

……

Mr. Forrester met Loria outside the mayor's house.

And the dead loli hiding under a broken tablecloth pointed at his head and laughed for 10 minutes.

The reason why she was not beaten was because Mr. Forrester was a well-bred gentleman, and definitely not because of the large group of powerful sheep-headed monsters behind her.

"Pfft...they said they wanted to use scissors, but...but puff."

Luria laughed so hard that the tablecloth could barely cover her face, and her disobedient little tail flicked happily, "But you put too much hairspray on it, so they had to use an axe."

"So who is to blame? So who is to blame?"

"I can't control what they do, I can only give simple orders."

Loria explained: "For example, rush forward."

The sheep-headed monster with a sledgehammer came out more and more, waving the hammer in his hand and began to destroy the gate of the mayor's house.

"Is it something to be proud of accidentally injuring a friendly army?"

Forrest didn't bother to listen to the bad loli's explanation, he just rolled his eyes.

It's just that his feminine movements imitating Luria, coupled with his bald head and the bright red spot on his forehead, successfully made Miss Fenmao laugh again.

Finally, Forrest couldn't stand her incessant giggling, and simply changed the subject: "I met a cat on the way here, you can't imagine...it can speak human language!"

No matter you have a look of disbelief or a childlike innocence, quickly be distracted, this is a talking cat.

Loria froze for a moment, and asked, "What can't you imagine?"

"Speak human language, speak our language."

"What's unexpected about this?" Luria asked with a confused face, "Isn't this a common thing?"

When she was a child, she also saw an orange cat who always held a wine bottle, leaning against the corner of the church to get drunk all day long, with dull eyes and a sad expression. She thought it was a cat with a lot of stories.

One day, it was rare that it was not drunk and said to little Loria passing by: "I'm leaving."

The orange cat, who loves to drink, left without any worries, and no one saw it again.

"Normal? You must be kidding me again, right?"

Forrest raised his voice, but found that the eyes of the pink-haired loli under the tablecloth gradually became weird—yes, it was very similar to the way he looked at her when they first met.

It was the look of an ignorant idiot.

Mr. Forrester felt powerless.

Fortunately, the sound of the door collapsing saved him.

Hiding behind groups of heavily armed goats, Loria finally stopped laughing at him.

The bleating sounded non-stop. Of course, Loria couldn't understand the sheep's bleating, but she probably understood the meaning—at least it was her own magical creation.

After a while, the swordsman Yang swarmed in and turned the mansion upside down, and Loria followed in and went directly to the study on the second floor.

A shriveled male corpse was leaning on the chair in front of the bookcase. She went up to check and found a few pages of notes on the table.

'The Primrose experiment was a great success, and Laxanna is far from perfect, but I firmly believe it holds the key to our victory over the wild and the catastrophe. '

Primrose is not a rare species, but an ordinary plant that is used to decorate gardens in ordinary people. Loria didn't quite understand what Laxana was referring to, and she continued to read, all of which were records about plant cultivation.

'I don't blame the worker, I didn't explain to them the significance and dangers of this work from the beginning to the end.I looked down at them with arrogance, thinking that they could not understand the theory of natural history and evolution.Now, those bugs are running everywhere, but fortunately they are not stronger than normal maggots... I organized workers and townspeople to deworm and improve sanitation on a large scale. '

Later, it is recorded how the owner of these records eliminated the pests and the research on the corpses of those bugs.

Luo Liya frowned. She didn't see any weird maggots, but there are strange monsters and disasters lurking in this town, which must be related to this person's random experiments.

"When I discovered the clues, things were very bad. I never knew she had such a side...Gods, what a terrible crime I committed! Before asking for forgiveness, I have to bear Take responsibility for yourself..."

The record came to an abrupt end here. Seeing how he sat here and died for a long time, he must have failed.

"It's unbelievable." Forrest said to Loria after examining the corpse a few times: "There is no trauma, and it doesn't look like a sudden illness. He seems to be sitting here and starving to death."

Loria quietly reached out and scratched her furry ears. The torn tablecloth rubbed against them very uncomfortable. After thinking for a while, she said, "Look at your stomach, and see if there are any small wounds elsewhere."

Now that maggots and worms are mentioned, it's hard not to think about parasites.

She wrapped the tablecloth around her body tighter, and her mischievous tail immediately protested, regretting that she didn't go back to the hotel to get a fluffy cloak first.

Most of the parasites will first enter the digestive tract of animals, and then some will go up to invade the head... She can't remember which book she read about it. Small whitish pills.

After the kittens are picked up in line, they will be thrown into their mouths and chewed twice, which seems to have the effect of repelling insects.

Chapter 158 Engine Oil

"Small...holes in the flanks?"

Forrest frowned and fiddled with the corpse's flanks. The man had been dead for too long, and it was already difficult to see the original appearance of the wound, but he didn't notice that Miss Pink-Mao stepped back silently.

"Mr. Assistant, I probably understand the cause of his death."

Would her little pink hair be afraid of mere bugs?Impossible.

It's just that layers of magic force fields were exerted on her body, and the whole body was almost surrounded by a breeze.

Not to mention bugs, even if a can of cats came here, they would never be able to get close to her.

"I advise you to step back quickly." Reminiscent of those expressionless riflemen, Loria said: "He was parasitized by bugs, and then he seemed to be controlled by the brain, sitting here alive and being sucked dry by the bugs." and die."

As long as the corpse is dissected, the exact cause of death can be confirmed, but Luo Liya is not interested in it at all. She looked around in the study and saw that there was nothing important, so she said to the bald assistant who was away from the corpse like lightning: "Let's go down." Take a look, the swordsmen found a passage in the basement."

Forrest muttered why you didn't say it earlier, pouring the spirits on his hands and rubbing them back and forth. Would he be afraid of mere bugs in the Royal Navy?Impossible.

It's just that he took out gloves from his pocket and put them on, and tied his trousers tightly with a piece of rope.

Now he is extremely envious of the troops stationed in the Southern Continent. Each of them will distribute a few cans of ointment to repel snakes.

When Loria followed the sheep-head priest to the basement, she saw a big hole in the wall of the wine cellar. It extended obliquely downwards and was wide enough for several people to walk side by side. The smell came from it.

Now she is glad that the shape of cat ears and cat tail will not bring about changes in physical function. You must know that the sense of smell of this liquid creature is far superior to that of human beings.

Although not as good as a dog.

"Loria, you have cleared the town, should we wait here for the rifle regiment to arrive?"

Looking at the big black hole that seemed to be eaten by someone, and hearing the bleating echo from it, Forrest really didn't want to follow in... It would be reasonable to wait until the morning to let the artillery clear the way and blow up the things inside first. tactics.

"I don't want to go in either." Loria saw the semi-solidified disgusting mucus on the cave wall through the floating light ball, and shrank her head severely, and sighed softly after a long while: "But you will not forget Have we lost our original job?"

The Natural History Society didn't send them to save the world. Even if Mr. Wallace died, he should find his body and bring it back... If someone blows it up, how should he explain to the client.

Don't expect the rifle regiment to be of any help, you have to do your own work.

One big and one small sighed for a while, followed another group of goat-headed warriors who went out to explore, and got into the big hole with disgust on their faces.

……

Wallace woke up from a coma, dizzy for a moment from the sharp pain in the back of his head.

"Quiet!"

Someone was yelling and hitting the metal with a stick, and the noise came from a very close distance. Fortunately, the experience of working as a road paving worker for half a month and then as a loading and unloading worker for a period of time made his body much stronger.After a while, he realized that he was in a cage, surrounded by seven or eight people, who were also imprisoned here like him, with ink written on their faces or hands.

He raised his hand, and through the dim light outside the iron fence, he saw what was written on it.

raw material.

What are raw materials?It is the unprocessed material after collection, such as harvested wheat and mined ore.

Or unprocessed wool.

For no reason, he thought of those goat monsters he had seen before—just a quick glance, but he could still see some human shadows from the monster.

Is there really something weird in this world that turns humans into monsters?Regardless of whether it is true or not, these people are inseparable from the hidden factory.

"Who are you! Why are you arresting me?"

As a human being, he would never accept being insulted like an animal, so he asked loudly, "Answer me!"

It was also at this moment that Wallace noticed that he was not in shackles, nor were the few people who were locked with him. Although he couldn't believe that the people who arrested him would be so negligent, it was the best. He shouted at those people who also had raw materials written on their faces and hands: "Gentlemen, get up, let's rush out from here together!"

But what those few people used to respond to him was not the joy of approval, nor the lifeless numbness, but a vicious look, as if he had said some heinous words.

The guard with the iron rod came to the door of the cell, and looked at the people inside with a half-smile, so those who were also imprisoned here immediately jumped up, threw Wallace to the ground, and gave him another meal Punches and curses mixed with phlegm.

As for the ex-senator, even if his physique has improved recently, it is absolutely difficult for him to resist the siege of several people with his bare hands. Confuse.

why?

A man has reason to shrink back for self-preservation, but why attack him in turn?

"Stop talking"

When he was struggling to speak, a voice was mixed in the confusion: "You will just kill us all and be thrown to feed that demon."

Demons, usually used to describe cruel and vicious people, come from the description of the scriptures of the gods-the blessings of gods disperse the dark and evil, but they still hide in the distant darkness and peek at this prosperous world, and deceive them through lies and temptations. Man opened the door to this place for them.

Wallace doesn't really believe in scriptures and gods. He has never seen any miracles, and he doesn't believe that there is a real god in this world. As for occasionally going to the temple, it is all a matter of custom, but at this moment he feels that this person's words The devil does not refer to the wicked.

It is the kind of inhuman thing described in the holy scriptures that uses human desire and ignorance to do evil.

But his thoughts didn't last too long, the group of people who beat him were mostly just putting on a show, scolding him fiercely and beating lightly, but there was a pretty boy covered in pimples, who was really hard at beating him he.

Wallace, who had no experience in street fighting, didn't even know how to protect his vitals. He was hit on the head several times in a daze, and finally passed out.

After a while, the guard called a few more people, opened the cell door slowly, and dragged him out cursing.

Someone erased the writing on his hands and wrote 'motor oil' on his already soiled coat.

When those locked in the cage saw it, some were silent and lowered their heads, unable to bear to look; some cheered loudly, their faces flushed, and it was unknown whether it was because someone died for them, or for some other reason.

In the end, he was dragged away by several people.

Chapter 159 Templar

Slant down along the gradually widening passage, for a short distance, when it can accommodate four or five people in parallel, the passage suddenly ushered in the end. In the wide underground cave, there was a weak wind from behind, blowing lightly. A stench she will never forget.

That's the smell of disaster.

Neither Calamity nor her magical creations obviously do not need bright light to move freely, but even if Miss Loria has more cat characteristics, she still cannot see things in the dark.

Covering her nose, she thought for a while, the ball of light around her body drifted forward, and then... Then she still couldn't see what happened in front of her, layers of tall goatmen completely blocked her sight, but fortunately, there were The thoughtful creature brought a chair from nowhere and asked her to stand on it.

At the edge of the line of sight is a twisting line of fire, countless calamities are strangling with densely packed goatmen, and the flames burning on calamity's body quickly engulf the two warring parties.

The big axes and sharp blades in their hands do not pose much threat to disasters, and the old-fashioned armor on their bodies is even more vulnerable, but they also have advantages that humans cannot match-at worst, they burn out heroically with kerosene lamps, and let the remaining The magic returns.

As for where the kerosene lamps for these sheep came from, Luria can't tell, but anyway, the magic power can be transformed into creatures and various tools, so it's not surprising that there are more parts, according to the description in the future notebook The content of it is just because she uses the mental imagery when it is dark, then the mental imagery will naturally solve the problem of lighting.

What a wonderful and convenient piece of magic.

It was different from all the magic she had seen or heard, as if it was a magic that was inherently instinctive.

Oops, isn't this where her talent lies?

"Magic is amazing, it can even create an army of monsters." Forrest moved a chair from somewhere, and stood up with his face licked. He rubbed his legs and laughed while observing the progress of the front line. He said: "Miss Investigator, you see that they are at a disadvantage now, do you have any magic cards?"

"Magic hole card?"

Luo Liya raised her eyebrows. If she didn't consider that she might die in the face of a large group of disasters, she still has a lot of powerful magic tools... If you say that the combat power at the moment is nothing more than consumption Most of her magic power is the huge light group back then.

She made a gesture, blinked her eyes, and became proficient again in a short time. This time, she easily saw the strange vision without the self-suggestion of the prayer.

She could sense its location and even see vague images, like fishing by a lake.

Loria: ...

It was only when she used her vision for the first time that she realized what it means to be free and uncontrollable. Not all her magical creations are as sweet and cute as these goats.

No matter how she called out in her heart, even yelling, stamping her feet and cursing, the light ball just remained unmoved, as if the magic power had a will of its own after leaving her, and was no longer under her control.

The most terrible thing is that she can't really get angry with them yet, they are just magic constructed by her magic power.

It's not cute at all.