Chapter 94 The miserable curator and the even more miserable Lango
The curator slowly opened his eyes, and the world in front of him seemed to be separated by a hazy veil, and everything seemed so unreal.
On his face, fine sea sand and salty seawater clung to his face, causing a slight itching, followed by a dizziness that came like a tide.
The curator slowed down his breathing, replaying in his mind the moment when he was swallowed by the waves and fell into the blue hole of the ocean.
He remembered clearly that Lango anxiously tried to grab his hand, but unfortunately he was already in a semi-conscious state. He couldn't even raise his eyelids, let alone grab his hand.
Then there was a spin, and when I woke up, I was in a completely unfamiliar environment.
"Wait. Is this where it is?"
The curator, who was still in a daze, suddenly thought of something. He raised his body suddenly and prepared to sit up, but an inexplicable sense of restraint spread from his neck to his whole body, making him unable to move.
At this moment, a loud cheer broke his thoughts:
"Long live Lilliput!!!"
The curator's eyes widened in shock, and he tried to look around.
With him as the center, dozens of exquisite wooden work towers rose from the ground. On the towers stood soldiers wearing armor, but only the size of ordinary people's fingers. They were working together to pull on the rope tied to the curator's body, and each pull made him feel a tighter restraint.
"OH——MY——GOD!!!"
He woke up instantly, opened his mouth and let out the loudest exclamation he had ever heard!
As a loyal fan of Verne's adventure novels, he still didn't understand what he was encountering!
“It turns out that Mysterious Island and Gulliver’s Travels are the same place.”
He murmured to himself, then turned to the soldiers excitedly, trying to explain in a friendly manner: "Hey, I'm not your enemy! No need to tie me up, little cuties, I'm just a friendly lost tourist."
However, the soldiers did not appreciate it and tightened the rope even harder.
Just as the curator was still greeting them friendly, he suddenly felt a slight touch on his stomach. He lowered his neck and looked down.
A dozen knights on horses were running towards him with swords waving!
After reaching his chin, the man in front tightened the reins, stopped, pointed the tip of the knife at him, and shouted sternly: "I am the commander of the empire, General Edward! You audacious monster, how dare you insult the empire. The soldier is a little cutie. If I had to sacrifice you to His Majesty the King, you would have lost one of your eyes right now!"
Looking at the tip of the knife, which was only a few centimeters away from his face and was as big as a toothpick but shone with cold light, the curator immediately nodded honestly.
"It's my fault, but I really didn't mean any harm." The curator explained to himself sincerely: "Look, maybe I'm a little older than you, but my heart is as kind as yours. Don't you believe it?" If so, you can ask my companion, Lango Lango?”
He turned around and shouted around, but Lango was nowhere to be seen, and not only him, but even Jones and Laura were not on the beach.
"Stop calling me a monster!"
The Lilliputian general named Edward raised the tip of his knife and stabbed the curator in the chest. In his cry of pain, he declared: "We only captured you, a giant, today, but just wait, your accomplices will be captured sooner or later." Captured by General Edward!"
After speaking, he raised his sharp blade high and shouted again: "Long live Lilliput!"
"Long live Lilliput——!"
The surrounding soldiers burst into cheers, as if capturing the giant had become their supreme honor.
"Lango and the others are not here. Is it just me?"
The curator's original excitement about landing on the mysterious island and witnessing the Lilliputian Kingdom was instantly replaced by anxiety.
Lange is the confidence for their group to explore the mysterious island. What should I do if this kid is not around?
At this time, on his chest, the riding General Edward was still raising his sword and cheering.
Quanran didn't know that the giant who was stepped on by him already had the idea of resisting.
The curator who calmed down looked around. Although the ropes used by these villain soldiers were not very thick, they looked very tough. It was unrealistic for him, a rich man who was accustomed to pampering, to break them.
Fortunately, because the location is on the beach, there are no piles or tied ropes around to act as stress points.
The other end of each rope is on the remaining villain soldiers. Although there are many of them, their stress points are very scattered.
In this case, as long as he...
General Edward, who was leading his men to dance and dance on the curator's chest, suddenly felt the earth shaking.
The seemingly honest giant prisoner underneath him was actually struggling and twisting, his body jumping around like a live fish that had just landed.
"ah--!"
Following the curator's not-so-loud roar, he burst out with astonishing strength, and his body twisted violently, like a giant beast breaking free from restraints.
The soldiers standing on the towers all around were pulled down and fell onto the soft sand.
And Edward, who was still looking arrogant, had already taken advantage of the chaos and jumped off him.
The curator held the ground with one hand and climbed up with difficulty. He had no time to take into account the chaos around him and first observed the surrounding environment. This is a Gobi Desert surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side. The sea breeze is gentle and the sea is quiet, but the beautiful scenery in front of him cannot calm his inner uneasiness.
He eagerly opened his hands, brought them to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Rango! Jones! Where are you?!"
However, all he received in response was empty silence.
At this time, the scorching sun in the sky made him dizzy. Just as his shouts faded, General Edward at his feet had prepared another set of battle plans.
Dozens of soldiers, armed with sharp iron hook locks, stood ready.
"Aim right! Mount the horse as soon as possible after hitting the hook!"
After saying that, Edward looked at the confused giant and waved his hand!
The next second, dozens of them swung directly to hook the curator's collar, and before he could react, the soldiers had already tied the rope to the saddle underneath them like a horse!
As the horses galloped, the ropes rotated rapidly, causing smoke to billow from the friction.
Before the curator could recover from the shock, he felt a strong force dragging him backwards. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. Unfortunately, his head hit the raised sand and gravel. He just woke up. Not long after arriving, he sadly fell into a coma again.
When he woke up, he found that he was tightly bound by dense ropes and lying flat on a board made of countless wooden boards, with dozens of rollers underneath.
It was being dragged by hundreds of ponies, slowly moving towards a miniature city.
At this time, countless thumb-sized citizens gathered around him, and they looked at this "giant" with excitement and curiosity.
There were crowds of people on both sides of the streets, on balconies, at the entrances of alleys, in front of shops, and even on the bridges. It was as if the entire city's residents had turned out just to see him with their own eyes.
While the curator was a little panicked, his old scholar nature also drove him to observe the city carefully.
From the citizens' clothing, hairstyles and various means of transportation, he initially judged that the level of development here was similar to that of the Middle Ages of human society.
But to his surprise, almost everyone was wearing gorgeous clothes and full of energy. It was obvious that their living standards were not low.
Soon, the plank passed through the gates and finally stopped in front of a magnificent palace.
Upstairs, an old king with a crown on his head was looking at the giant below. Next to him stood an equally graceful queen and a princess.
Facing this sudden behemoth, the king was obviously at a loss. He asked Edward: "What did you catch back?"
"It's a giant! My Majesty!" Edward first winked at the princess next to the king, then beat his chest with one hand and bent down to say.
"Then why are you tying him up? I mean, this giant doesn't look like a bad guy." The king was confused. He just took a nap, but why did a man with a height of dozens of stories appear in the kingdom? Guy.
"That's right, Your Majesty the King." The curator looked at the old man in front of him who was much older than himself. He tried his best to show a friendly smile: "I am just a lost traveler who strayed into Lilliput. If you don't welcome me, , I can leave now.”
"Oh, this is not the way we treat guests in Lilliput." The king lightly shrugged, with a hint of apology in his tone, "But since you don't want to stay here, then
"Your Majesty, you have something "I don't know." Upon seeing this, General Edward hurriedly interrupted the king, "The origin of this giant is unknown. It is very likely that he is a spy sent by our hostile kingdom!" "
"Spy?!" Princess Mary, who had been following the king silently, said amusedly when she heard this: "Sending a giant dozens of stories tall to be a spy? Oh, I really hope that the generals of the enemy country can be as stupid as you. "
Edward's face instantly darkened, and he said solemnly: "Princess Mary, you should not belittle your future husband before the king."
"Don't be in a hurry to mention the word 'husband', we are just engaged."
Princess Mary glanced lightly at the giant below who was casting a curious look, and raised a meaningful smile on her lips, "Besides, maybe one day I will run away from my marriage and leave the kingdom if I am unhappy!"
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Looking at the princess and the general who were talking to each other, the curator was a little strange. What was the situation in this country? Why could the general reprimand the princess in front of the king, and the princess kept trying to escape from the marriage
But he soon He had no time to take care of this. The king over there actually believed the slander that he was a spy and ordered him to be imprisoned in a cave and used as a coolie.
"Rango! Rango—!"
The curator shouted desperately, hoping that Lango could make a heroic appearance and save him.
“Rango—where are you?!”
At the same time, in a unique castle, Lango couldn't help but sneeze.
Damn, I must have caught a cold from soaking in the sea!
At this moment, the woman next to me handed over a dinner plate, "Here! Try the worm pie I just made! Daddy usually loves the pie I make the most!"
Lango's eyes focused on the very confusing appearance of the dough. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary pizza, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was dotted with twisting pizzas of different shapes. of worms.
The corners of his mouth twitched and he fell silent.
(End of chapter)