Ark, I became an NPC in the online game

For a moment she was in a state of confusion of being stuffed, or full.

It was late at night, and Xia Yuan took several players to say goodbye to the members of the Glasgow Gang. He smiled at the King of Advance and Indra who were seeing them off, took out a business card from his chest and handed it to the King of Advance.

"This is?"

"I am just a passer-by after all, but I don't think this will be the last time we meet." Xia Yuan said calmly, "If you have anything to do, or want to travel to Colombia, you can come here to find me."

The King of Advancement stared at the business card in a daze, but after a moment, her tail moved and she put the business card in her arms.

"Your real name is... Xia Yuan?"

Xia Yuan smiled, "Xia of summer, Yuan of fate, as long as we are destined to be together, you and I will definitely meet again."

After saying that, he nodded to some players who were already dumbfounded by his pretentious words and took the lead to leave.

On top of the tallest bell tower in Londinium, there was a golden creature lying there. At this moment, he opened his eyes again, looked into the distance, and then turned into a light breeze and left, as if he had never appeared here before.

Magic ZX widened his eyes and muttered the name, "Xia↘Yuan↑! Xia for summer and Yuan for fate, isn't this too nice to hear?"

The egg tarts are like a spring breeze, worthy of being called the God of Fate, and the name is so nice~

The King of Advance watched the golden figure go away, his lips moving slightly.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Indra asked from the side.

"It's a dark and windy night. They might run into gangs from other neighborhoods. Today is the day to collect protection fees." The King of Advancement said calmly, "They are guests from afar. They helped us. We should return the favor. Let's escort them."

"Row!"

Upon hearing that there would be a fight after drinking that evening, Indra immediately called out to the members of the Glasgow Gang who were not completely drunk yet, and walked towards the direction where Xia Yuan and the others had left with a heroic and confident manner.

The King of Advancement returned to his seat and felt that his mind was still a little confused. Can anyone become a king? No, those who are not capable of sitting on the throne will only accelerate the demise of the country.

Suddenly, she saw a golden creature standing on the dirty, muddy ground outside the bar.

"...teacher."

"..."

The golden creature did not speak, but its eyes, which contained all the emotions in the world, stared at her calmly.

"Is this...something you want me to figure out on my own?"

The other party did not answer. After a gust of wind and dust, it turned into golden light and dissipated.

The King of Advancement tightly gripped the wine glass. She was now a powerless wild dog hated by everyone. Even survival was a problem for her, not to mention that she had to deal with all kinds of spies from the nobles who appeared in the slums... They hired gang members from different areas to act as their henchmen. She believed that it was only a matter of time before she was exposed.

She clenched her fists.

"Boss, are you okay? You look scary."

The King of Advancement raised his head and smiled at the person who came.

"Morgan."

"Where are the Indras? Are they still fighting now?"

"Yes."

"This is the time when the protection money collectors are out... Sorry, boss, I'll go get some more people. The Glasgow Gang can't afford to be bullied on their own turf."

Filin, with his flaxen hair and brown skin, left in a hurry, leaving the King of Advance sitting alone in front of the bar, lost in thought.

She hoped that the pioneer could transform into a bartender and appear in front of her at this moment, because she had too many questions in her heart, too many questions she wanted to ask him, and it might take days and nights to finish.

......

A week later, Fester and Hart successfully manufactured all the parts and armored parts of the mecha - of course, with the help of Xia Yuan. The mecha was put together through his assembly and debugging, while Xia Yuan himself was looking at the terminal screen, testing the mecha's values.

It would be great if Ferdinand was here at this time, Xia Yuan thought. It's not that he couldn't understand the data, but if Ferdinand was here, his work would have been finished and he could just sit back and relax. After all, Ferdinand was most interested in the testing phase.

"Fester, how do you feel?"

The experimenter was none other than Fester. His height was a little shorter than that of an average adult, but he still met the standard for a tester. At this moment, he was trying hard to adapt to the mecha. To be honest, equipment like mecha is really difficult to operate for ordinary people who have not trained or served in the military... just like ordinary people cannot adapt to walking on the street in a space suit.

"It's a bit difficult to control, and there's a sticky feeling in various parts of the body."

Xia Yuan lowered his head and began typing on the keyboard. Then he walked over to Fester and began to check the airlock and flexibility of the joints. Five minutes later, he said to Fester again, "Try to move."

"Ok."

Fester took a step forward and there was indeed a sticky feeling, but it was much better than before. He found that although his steps were slower than he had imagined, they were very powerful and his defensive ability was obviously good.

He maneuvered the mecha to a hanging sandbag and began the strength test.

Fester raised his arm and then punched forward, and the air nozzle on his arm exhaled at this moment.

"boom!"

The Hart siblings were so frightened by the loud noise that they closed their eyes. Fester found that his mecha arm was deeply embedded in the sandbag, and some of the filling material spilled out from the broken place.

"Sandbags are not very useful as a reference. Try punching a wall instead."

"it is good."

"boom!"

A big hole was blasted on the wall, and Fester's eyes were bright. This feeling was so cool!

Xia Yuan smiled, thinking that he could complete the task in this state.

Chapter 120: Draco Bloodline

In the past few nights, Xia Yuan sometimes felt like he was being spied on. After asking Jian about it, Jian Yujie said that the person observing him should not be a human, because if it was a human, then she should be able to feel it... unless the device observing Xia Yuan was something like a drone.

It seems that no one else in Lentinim uses drones?

Ignoring the issue of sight for the moment, the transaction between him and Earl Bolton came to an end. When he took the butler and Earl Bolton to visit the finished mecha and witnessed the explosion scene caused by Fester putting on the mecha, Earl Bolton was immediately overjoyed. He very generously said that the deal was done and did not deduct anything for the shield gun blueprint. He directly traded it to Xia Yuan.

Lord Bolton's deal was very straightforward.

At present, Xia Yuan has two blueprints in his hands, which is equivalent to having his own storm commando.

After the deal was done, the date for leaving Londinium was also put on the agenda. For the time being, there was nothing in this city that attracted Xia Yuan. He got the blueprints and left a good impression on the nobles. In the slums, he met the King of Advancement from the Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Company in his previous life, and he even took in three apprentices.

As for these three apprentices, they will naturally follow him in the future, after all, the contracts have been signed.

Fester expressed his attitude to his grandmother, saying that he would leave with Teacher Xia Yuan, and described in front of her with sincere words what he had learned from Teacher Xia Yuan in the past few days. In just one month, he benefited a lot and mastered a lot of knowledge that he had never known and had no chance to learn when he was an apprentice.

Studying with Teacher Xia Yuan may be the most correct decision he has ever made.

Fester's grandmother Catherine agreed with Fester's thoughts and actions, and supported him to leave with Xia Yuan. However, when she heard that Fester wanted to leave Londinium with her and go to the distant Tremont, Colombia, Catherine became silent and conflicted, just like Xuezhi's grandmother.

Xia Yuan gave Fester and Hart a lot of time to prepare. He, Jian, and Mandela will continue to travel south to Oak Forest County to light candles in memory of Mandela's parents. The round trip may take two months. He will return to Londinium around May and take them to Tremont, Colombia.

The time is indeed arranged quite accurately, mainly because Xia Yuan's plan is linked one by one, and it takes time to run a map, right? As an entrepreneur who is about to start a business, Xia Yuan feels that the power around him is not enough.

Currently, the only characters who can hold their own are Mace and Carnellian, and facing groups of elites...such as Black Steel International, they are completely helpless.

As for the players in Londinium, Xia Yuan had no intention of taking them with him. They had currently accepted many missions in the industrial zone of Londinium and were in the process of completing consecutive missions... Although Xia Yuan believed that as long as he gave the order, those players would abandon those missions and follow him, but this trip was just a simple return home, and the scale and size of Oak Forest County was much smaller than that of Londinium, and the quality of the missions and rewards were completely incomparable to Londinium.

In April, Xia Yuan left Londinium with the mace and Mandela and headed south towards Oak Forest County.

As the scenery outside the car window gradually became more rural and pastoral, Mandela, who originally had a smile on her face, gradually restrained her smile. Her pair of dark golden eyes looked out the window from time to time, as if she was thinking about the past.

Mace sat beside Mandela and gently stroked Mandela's head. The latter pursed his lips and said nothing.

Along the way, Xia Yuan listened to Victoria's currently popular records, some of which were actually from Columbia. It seemed that they were still very popular rap series, but obviously the atmosphere was not suitable for listening to rap, so Xia Yuan inserted some soothing Lofi music, giving this journey a warm touch of homecoming.

Memories flashed through Mandela's eyes. Her life as a Tara in the past was too miserable, but she still felt that she was very happy at that time. It might be because her parents were by her side at that time. It seemed that no matter what happened, she could rely on them, throw herself into their arms and act coquettishly. Even if she was hungry, it didn't matter, she would overcome it.

That's how it was. The little happiness that Mandela hoped for and cherished slipped from her hands like sand and scattered on the ground.

"Last time we came...were there so many cars?"

Xia Yuan was surprised to see a long line of people on the driveway leading into Oak Forest County. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He had driven for several days from Londinium to Oak Forest County, but he saw such a scene outside the city.

Oak Forest County is not a tourist city. It is an industrialized city and there is nothing attractive about it. How do you explain this convoy?

"I'll go down and take a look."

They were stuck in traffic and had nothing to do, so she opened the car door and walked forward.

She noticed that apart from her, there were other people wearing suits and ties, dressed like aristocrats. Those aristocrats were whispering to each other, and judging by their behavior, they did not seem to have the arrogance of the so-called Victorian aristocrats.

Looking forward, Jian narrowed his eyes and was somewhat surprised to find that the nobleman chatting with the mounted police at the city gate was none other than the Earl of Warwick, whom he had met at Earl Bolton's dinner party.

Back in the car, Jian immediately shared his discovery.

Xia Yuan held his chin and frowned. Why would Earl Warwick, the leader of the Tara people, appear here?

"These nobles don't look like Victorian nobles." Mandela leaned on the window and whispered, "They are Tara nobles."

"They have a different aura... The Victorian nobles are proud, arrogant, and gentle in everything they do. The Tara nobles always seem to have this kind of indelible sadness, and an attitude of inferiority from beginning to end."

This was not a friendly statement, but as a Tara native who had attended Victorian aristocratic banquets, Mandela was indeed qualified to make such remarks.

"So... it looks like the nobles of Tara are gathering in Oak Forest?"

"This is the only possibility."

Xia Yuan took the steering wheel with a blank expression on his face. "No matter what, the nobles of Tara have nothing to do with us on this trip. Moreover, their identities are rather special, so it is not appropriate to get too close to them."

After driving into the city, Xia Yuan took the two of them to stay in the hotel they had stayed in last time. Because his aura was particularly recognizable, the hotel owner recognized him and treated them to a luxurious Victorian meal for free... ahem, the Victorian meal was really not that good.

It's like asking the British people in the modern world what's the best food there. They will proudly introduce that Chinese food is delicious, Japanese food is also delicious, Indian food is unique, and Mexican cuisine is unforgettable...

After dinner, it started to drizzle.

Xia Yuan held an umbrella with Mandela, while Jian held the umbrella alone and walked on the street they had walked on before.

Mandela looked up. She clearly remembered that on the left was the flower shop where her mother used to work. Across the street was the butcher shop. During the holidays, the Mandela family would buy meat here and cook it at home. At the end of the field of vision was Victoria's school. She had also imagined a life of carrying a schoolbag and saying goodbye to her mother at the school gate, but it was impossible for the people of Tara.

The streets of the Tara people are no different from before.

The three of them stopped in the rain and looked at the entrance. The stone bricks on the ground were still gray-black after being burned, and seemed to be no different from the past. The burned building seemed to have been removed, and a new wooden apartment was built in the same place.

There were many Tara people coming and going. Mandela saw children kicking dirty balls on the street corners, several old men talking about something worriedly, and the adults passing by would subconsciously nod to him when they saw him.

They considered themselves Victorians.

Mandela pursed her lips. This feeling made her grit her teeth and clench her fists with great force.

They consider themselves Victorians, so they have such subconscious respect... Have the Tara people been domesticated long ago? No, in this case, the Tara people who have firm beliefs will be killed by the Victorians as a warning to others, and the rest are just ordinary people who just want to live an ordinary life. Nodding to express respect is just a way of compromise, because they just want to live, and in order to live, compromising all the time is nothing.

"Let's go."

Xia Yuan held Mandela's hand, and the latter raised her head and gave him a grateful but seemingly fragile smile.

Taking advantage of the rain, the three of them strolled along the streets of Oak Forest County and arrived at the cemetery after walking a few blocks.

There are hundreds of new tombstones here, all of them belonging to famous Victorians.

The people of Tara who died in that fire had no names, no past, and no one remembered them.

In the rain, the three of them came to the nameless tombstone.

Mandela held the bouquet of flowers she had just bought from the flower shop. She and Mace stepped forward and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.

The heavy rain washed the black stone tablet.

Xia Yuan watched as Mandela began to clean up the fallen leaves near the tombstone with the help of the mace. It was raining today, and Mandela decided to clean it again when it was not raining, and wipe the tombstone that had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time.

Her parents are not here, but this silent tombstone represents all Tara people.

Faced with oppression and death, they chose silence.

Xia Yuan looked up and found that they were not the only people visiting the cemetery in this rainy day.

He noticed the gaze, and so did Mace. They both looked behind them at the same time.

In the rain, there were two people holding umbrellas and standing in the distance looking at them. They seemed to be women, one with long golden hair and the other with long light golden hair. However, the umbrellas were held very low, so Xia Yuan could not see their faces clearly.

Mace said calmly, "Mandela, is the hair you picked up theirs?"

Mandela stood up and turned around. She looked at the long hair behind the two people, took out two strands of hair from her wallet and handed them to Sister Mace. The latter took a glance and immediately confirmed that they belonged to those two people.

"What is your purpose, unknown traveler?"