Ark, I became an NPC in the online game

The golden eyes looked at the fire outside the window and gradually began to burn.

Chapter 74 Small Group Plus One

Xia Yuan dozed off in bed all night, but he was not completely asleep. The streets of Tara were still burning fiercely. It was not until a rain at dawn that the flames were extinguished a little. At this time, the Victoria fire brigade arrived late and began to send personnel to the fire scene to put out the disaster.

Jian and Senomi were resting in the next room. No one except them knew that they had sneaked into the Tara gathering place yesterday and rescued a Tara child. Xia Yuan also asked them to rest as soon as possible and conserve their energy.

Muirseth expended a lot of energy in remotely controlling his water clone and Originium skills yesterday, and he should be resting now.

Xia Yuan owed her a favor and planned to compensate her after returning to Columbia by treating her to a few meals or something.

He woke up in the early morning and found that the sky was gray. It was the scene after a burn. From his room, he could see the charred and crumbling building in the distance. Some people in Victorian officer uniforms were walking around. They set up a cordon at the fire scene and shouted to the crowd, but Xia Yuan couldn't hear anything at this distance.

Mandela is still not conscious. Although her body temperature has dropped a little, her head is still a little hot. Xia Yuan plans to take her to the local hospital today. Although he has medicine, he has to prescribe the right medicine for her condition.

As for whether those Victorians could recognize Mandela as a Tara... Xia Yuan himself couldn't recognize it. After all, there were no marks of slavery on the faces of Tara people, or any physical differences from those of Victorians... Maybe the only difference was the accent when they spoke.

Just like the southern accent and the northeastern accent, if two southerners and two northeasterners are roommates in college, they will definitely start speaking northeastern dialect.

As long as Mandela doesn't say anything, it should be fine, but before that, she needs to be dressed in the same children's clothes as Victoria's.

Senomi and Mandela are about the same age, but Mandela is thinner and has not developed the necessary parts of her body. She looks a bit like Senomi in the slave market, the way she looked when Xia Yuan first met her.

Senomi traveled with them and made sure to have three meals a day. Sister Jian Yu also took her to exercise every day, so she consumed some energy and now has a very well-proportioned figure.

Jian woke up very early today. Although she knew that no one would notice their behavior last night, her alertness as a warrior still prevented her from sleeping as much as usual.

"Mace, buy some Victoria clothes for Mandela. Her body is not well yet, so seeing a doctor is the best option."

Jian nodded, and thought the same thing as Xia Yuan. She walked forward to compare Mandela's height and body shape, then turned and left.

Twenty minutes later, Jian came back with two bags filled with some clothes for changing.

Xia Yuan left the room on her own accord and asked Jian to change Mandela's clothes.

Senomi woke up and saw Xia Yuan in the corridor. She took a few steps forward, grabbed his hand tightly, and lowered her head.

"Master...Master, will Mandela be okay?"

"Well, with us here, Mandela will be fine." Xia Yuan hugged Senomi around her waist and whispered her reassurance.

After a quick breakfast, Princess Jian held Mandela, who was still running a high fever, and Xia Yuan held Senomi's hand and rushed to the hospital.

There aren't many patients in the hospital, which is very strange from a common sense point of view. After just experiencing a major fire accident, the place should be full of burn patients... The weird thing is that there are only a few yawning doctors on duty and a few Victorians with colds and coughs.

Well, after all, a dead person cannot receive medical treatment or intravenous drips.

"Hello."

"You are... the Messenger, how can I help you?"

Dr. Filene stood up and asked politely.

"My sister has a high fever, and I don't have any common medicine here..." Xia Yuan hesitated to speak.

The doctor took a few steps forward and looked at Mandela. His eyes followed Victoria's children's clothes up to her, and then he saw her flushed cheeks and her low moan, "I'll go take her temperature. Wait a moment."

Jian looked at the other party's attentive appearance and said nothing. Instead, Senomi breathed a sigh of relief. "The doctors here are very good. Mandela will definitely get better."

Xia Yuan and Jian looked at each other in silence. Neither of them told Senomi what happened last night. This was a secret between the two of them, and they didn't want such a thing to pollute Senomi's pure heart.

As a "guardian", Xia Yuan accompanied the doctor into the ward. Mandela was lying on a bed and the doctor was performing basic temperature measurement and physical examination on her.

There is a main profession called medical in the game, and Xia Yuan has also opened a medical profession trumpet, but to be honest, playing the medical profession does not mean that the player can become a doctor. Healing people on the battlefield, or recovering blood by attacking people, is fine, but performing surgery to save patients in the operating room... forget it.

There are several players whose real profession is doctors and they have also been doctors in the game, but they gave up very quickly. In their words, they play games to relax, not to work.

Who can stand being a doctor in the real world and being a doctor in the game world?

Mandela's condition was not serious and he only needed to be given some medicine for a while. The doctor politely told him his rest time and what he should avoid eating during this period, nodded to him and then left.

Xia Yuan had the money and directly bought a single bed for Mandela. When Jian and Senomi arrived at the ward, the latter saw Mandela receiving an IV and hurriedly stepped forward, worry evident in her eyes.

Two adults came over and gritted their teeth. "I just saw the Oak Forest County morning newspaper today. There are more than a thousand people on the Tara Street, and the bodies have been confirmed to be more than 800..."

"In that situation, we couldn't save everyone." Xia Yuan gently hammered the mace's shoulder, his expression mixed with sighs, "The warlock's Originium skills greatly contributed to the burning of the flames... We tried our best."

"I don't blame you, boss. We have done our best."

"I know... Of course I know." Xia Yuan shook his head and lowered his voice, "But don't you think there are too many unfair things in this world, and too many things that make people angry? The Tara people just want to live, just live! They have nothing else to look forward to, they just want to survive, but the Victorians have taken away this little hope."

"boss..."

Jian looked at Xia Yuan and found that he was not in a rage driven by hatred. His expression was unusually calm while he spoke, and he knew that he was not blinded by anger.

Although she had no expression on her face, her anger was no less than Xia Yuan's.

More than 800 of the more than 1,000 people died for inexplicable reasons, and the bodies of the victims are still increasing.

"Mace, there is no land in this world that is completely clean. Casimir is shrouded in darkness by capital, Ursus is oppressing the despair of the infected, Columbia's scientific community is rotten and stinking, and the echoes of Leitania are still echoing... In the future, we will encounter more and more unfair things that will make us angry and lose our minds."

"I don't just want to suppress your anger. I will only hide this anger and compassion in my heart and turn it into my strength to move forward... Don't be afraid of suffering and darkness, mace, don't be afraid of suffering and darkness."

Jian Yujie originally wanted to comfort Xia Yuan, but ended up being comforted by Xia Yuan instead. The corners of her mouth curled up, but she still nodded, "Boss, your words are powerful."

"How else could I have survived the long conversation with those ruthless people from the Business Federation?"

Xia Yuan smiled and looked at Jian before sitting back on the bed. "When Mandela gets better, you can take care of her. But she is more suitable to be a warlock. You just need to help her exercise."

"clear."

Mandela was fed some liquid food, and before dinner, she finally woke up.

She opened her somewhat dim golden eyes and looked up...it was a strange ceiling.

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Is it still painful?"

A voice appeared that made Mandela's heart tremble violently. She blinked hard, looked at the person who was looking at him with concern beside the bed, and her lips moved slightly.

"Pioneer...brother?"

"it's me."

"Brother Pioneer."

"I'm here."

Mandela stretched out her hand, Xia Yuan took Mandela's small hand and warmed her with the warmth of her palm.

Feeling the warmth, Mandela's eyes gradually turned red, "Dad...Mom..."

Xia Yuan was silent and lowered his head.

Mandela should have been very happy to see Xia Yuan, and the corners of her mouth curled up. But when she thought of her parents who were still worried about her before being hit by the burning objects, she could no longer hold back her tears and choked up.

"Home...home is gone, my home is gone."

Senomi's eyes were red, and she turned to look out the window in silence.

Xia Yuan just held Mandela's hand tightly.

"The people of Tara...Tara Street is gone, Grandpa Jack is gone, Aunt Norma is gone..." Mandela wiped her tears and suppressed her heartbreaking sobs.

As she cried, she fell into a deep sleep again.

After the doctor examined Mandela, he said that Mandela had not rested enough and just needed to get some more sleep.

Several people stayed in the hospital. Muirseth showed up after dinner and checked Mandela's body. He said that her temperature was close to normal. After talking to Xia Yuanjian for a few words, he left again.

The next day, Mandela woke up to the first rays of sunshine in the morning. She felt the warmth in her hands disappear, and her heart couldn't help but panic. She quickly sat up and found that Xia Yuan, Jian and Senomi were all sleeping on the simple beds provided by the hospital.

They're not gone... they're still here.

Mandela was afraid of being abandoned. Since losing her home, she felt like a weak wild animal surviving alone in the wild, without the power to protect herself or hunt for food.

She was saved by Xia Yuan, but she was afraid that Xia Yuan would kick her away... Because Xia Yuan already had Senomi, would he not want her anymore? What method should she use to stay by his side? Mandela's eyes were panicked and her body was shaking. She was afraid of being abandoned again.

Xia Yuan woke up naturally and found that Jian had woken up and was feeding Mandela porridge. He simply washed up and returned to the ward, and came to Mandela's bed, "Mandela, how was your rest?"

"Thank you, Pioneer brother. Mandela feels very good now."

Mandela forced a sweet smile.

Xia Yuan was silent. He ruffled Mandela's black hair and said, "Don't show that expression, Mandela. You don't have to please me."

Mandela's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Xia Yuan with interest, waiting for his verbal attack.

"I hope we can express our feelings and thoughts more freely without having to worry about how to please each other all the time. This kind of honesty will help to establish a deeper level of communication and understanding..." Xia Yuan said a few words and found that Mandela was a little difficult to understand, so he said softly, "Family members don't need to please each other. Mandela, everyone here is your family now."

"Mandela, I wonder if you are willing to become our family?"

The little girl stared at Xia Yuan blankly, tears of joy gradually appearing in her eyes. She blinked hard, tears falling like little pearls, "Yes, yes, I do. I am willing to become my brother's family."

"Then just eat your meal first, and then heal yourself up."

Xia Yuan stroked Mandela's black hair and chuckled. If this Mandela became like he was in his previous life, he could commit suicide to make amends. It is said that if a son is not well educated, it is the fault of his father. Now Xia Yuan is Mandela's father. He wants to teach Mandela to be a thoughtful, confident, capable Tara who can help his future career.

She will not become the villain she was in her previous life. Maybe she will be loved by many players in this life.

......

After being discharged from the hospital, Jian and Senomi still lived together. Xia Yuan originally wanted to book another room for Mandela, but Mandela refused to do so. She didn't want to waste her pioneer brother's money, so Xia Yuan had no choice but to let Mandela live with her.

The day was approaching when they would leave Oak Forest County.

In the middle of the night, Xia Yuan heard the sound of the door closing gently. He opened his eyes and found that the person in the bed next to him was gone.

He did not alarm the mace, turned on the desk lamp, and controlled the drone to follow Mandela's figure.

Xia Yuan found Mandela in a deserted cemetery outside Oak Forest County. In her hand was the staff that Xia Yuan had given her and she never left it. In the cover of night, she gritted her teeth and practiced over and over again.

Xia Yuan watched all this quietly. When the sky gradually brightened, Mandela put away her staff. She squatted on her knees for a while, panting, and then rushed towards the direction of the hotel.

Seeing Mandela enter the hotel, Xia Yuan closed his eyes again and began to fall asleep.

Chapter 75: Bosendel

Xia Yuan could indeed feel Mandela's desire to become stronger. During the past few days when Xia Yuan was replenishing the goods, Mandela took the mace course seriously with Senomi. After the physical training, she would consciously come to the open field to practice her Originium skills.

Jian didn't know the art of Originium. Her original nickname was "a defective Letania who couldn't use spells". Xia Yuan didn't know it either. He had never touched the profession of warlock, so in this aspect, Mandela had to teach herself.

Mandela soon surprised Xia Yuan and Jian. She was very talented in Originium skills. Without a teacher, she could use her staff to release Originium skills smoothly just by relying on her own learning. Her Originium skills allowed her to manipulate rocks and attack enemies in batches.

Xia Yuan knew that Mandela practiced not only during the day. Her desire for strength had indeed reached an extreme, even more terrifying than Senomi.

Senomi wanted to return the favor.

Mandela also wanted to repay the favor. She was more anxious than Senomi. She wanted the pioneer brother to focus more on her. She wanted the Victorians to pay the price for what happened that night!

With hatred and hope, Mandela progressed very quickly.

But she always liked to practice in the cemetery at night. Although Xia Yuan knew that there would be no one near the cemetery at night and it was an excellent place to practice...but this made Xia Yuan feel a little scared every time he used the ranger to check if she was safe.

Two days later, Mandela got on Xia Yuan's pickup truck. She looked at the city reluctantly. She spent her childhood here and had family here. Although life was hard, she just lived like this every day. The occasional meat to eat made Mandela always look forward to it. She was looking forward to when she would eat meat next time.

Maybe she won’t come back in the short term.

Dad, Mom, goodbye, I...Mandela is gone, gone with pioneer brother. He was very kind to me. He would tell me bedtime stories and stroke my head with his warm hands. He was a very gentle brother and I liked him very much.

After saying goodbye to her former family and familiar neighbors, Mandela turned around and wiped her eyes.

The Tara people didn't even deserve a grave. They were burned to ashes and no one remembered their names, but Mandela remembered them. She remembered them firmly in her heart.

Xia Yuan got into the car with a smile, started the engine and drove towards Kendall Town.

In the town, he waited for the Yanyulou team he had been dreaming of, a team composed of many female players. Regardless of the strength of the female players, it was still very pleasing to the eyes to see the girls playing on the field... These professional players seemed to have adopted their original appearance in real life, and they were all quite charming.

The laundry detergent diligently brought Yan Fei, the captain of Yanyu Tower, to Xia Yuan. Yan Fei looked at Xia Yuan for a few times, continued to look at him for a few more times, and stared at him for a while.

Xia Yuan's mouth twitched. What's wrong with this guy? He's just looking at it without buying anything, right? He wants to get something for free, right?

However, he didn't get the free ride for long, because other players had already rushed in.

Mandela and Senomi hid in the car and were shocked to see some men and women dressed like a hunting team. They thought they were attacking the pioneer brother.

Senomi quickly explained that these people were adventurers, and they were very enthusiastic and would give them small gifts.

Just as Senomi said this, a sharp-eyed player noticed Mandela in the car, and his eyes suddenly lit up.