Chapter 1 Failed to Steal Chicken Settlement Screen


Chapter 1 Failed to Steal the Chicken Settlement Screen

Autumn, 1458 of the Holy Calendar.

Summer was once at its peak. When September came, the refreshing autumn wind blew through the golden wheat fields.

The central plains usher in the harvest season, with the fragrance of grapes and the fragrant laurel trees.

The checkpoint stands at the end of the tree-lined path, with the sound of horse hooves and wheels approaching from far away.

On a horse-drawn carriage, an old man in a housekeeper's uniform sat holding a long whip and wearing an exquisite family crest on his chest.

The guard was about to step forward to investigate, but the captain held him back with a warning look in his eyes.

The ground shook, and the black chariot pulled by snow-white horses drove away from the main gate of the checkpoint and rushed to the border of the northern province of the kingdom, leaving behind a line of white air waves.

The fallen leaves are flying.

A yellowed fallen leaf floated into the car window and landed exactly in the center of two book pages.

In the carriage, the handsome young man holding a book in his hand stared blankly, and a flood of memories came to his mind.

Is this... traveling through time?

It is also a fantasy world of swords and magic.

The world view is very similar to the Western fantasy-themed PC game I was playing just now, "Phantom Wings"!

Don’t panic, because my browsing history has been set to be deleted regularly.

Yeats began to collect his thoughts.

Friends who travel frequently should know this.

According to this development, this must be a different world in the game.

As long as I follow the tricks of gamers, speed through dungeons, seize opportunities, and reach the pinnacle of life, it will be just around the corner!

Crack.

Yeats put down his books and put his eyebrows together silently... This time it was terrible.

Because that’s where the problem lies.

I am a player who specializes in life and career.

While other speedrunners were discussing the best configuration, I was just planting vegetables and fishing at home.

I don’t remember much about the plot, but I do remember a lot about the most cost-effective and profitable cooking recipes and magic potion formulas.

Yeats sighed softly and accidentally caught a glimpse of the bronze mirror placed in the luxury carriage.

In the mirror, the young man is about fourteen years old, with slanted hair covering his forehead, and a deep glint in his green eyes. He is wearing an embroidered tunic, gorgeous yet noble, and has the temperament of a classical oil painting. elegant.

Yeats straightened his collar calmly.

Now that the matter has come to this, we can only rely on our face to make a living.

"Master, our trip to Chenshuang Ridge to take office will take about seven days. We can only force you to spend the night in the village or in the wild on the way."

The voice of the butler Phokas came from outside the carriage. According to the remaining memory, this butler was loyal and a traveling companion.

Yeats thought silently, recalling the purpose of this trip... His original name was his own, and his father was an earl under the Golden Lion Kingdom. He was born in the famous Brondie family since childhood. Before his death, he The fiefdoms were all given to the legitimate sons of the family.

As the youngest son in the family, he also received a fiefdom, but it was a small and remote barony. It was far away from the border of the province, and it was a barren and barren land.

What is even more despairing is that a little further north of Morning Frost Ridge is the icy and snowy North, where orcs, warcraft, tribal nomads and even pirates come here all year round to fight in the autumn wind. It can be said to be a time when the stars shine.

This is not to become a noble, but to pioneer.

It was so cold that no one knew the skull was used as a bowl.

Yeats was a little sad, and then he thought about the various potion formulas in his mind, and his mentality gradually became balanced.

No matter.

No matter how rotten the land is, it is still land. The most indispensable thing in our blood is the gene for farming.

If you are really short of money, you can open up a business path by selling formulas.

According to the principle that technology is the primary productive force, as long as I master technology, it will be easy to get rid of poverty and become rich.

What about cement, liquor, dynamite, rifled guns...

Yeats searched his blank brain and looked at the ceiling of the carriage, his face slowly becoming stiff.

Broken.

I also want to follow the example of the sages in pursuing science and technology.

With my brain, teachers have to lament that they have to pay the tuition and still know how to give back the knowledge.

Knowledge blind spot, the most uncultured episode belongs to it!

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn this devil to death!"

The noise outside the car window became louder and louder.

Yeats rested his elbows on the car window and looked out.

The pungent smell of oil filled the air, angry villagers waved pitchforks and sticks, and a wooden stake stood in the center of a high platform filled with firewood. The prisoner is a young woman, wearing leather armor, with her hands tied behind her back, her head held high, and her posture standing straight.

This scene immediately reminded Yeats of his previous life, the bloody witch-hunting movement in Europe, which was cruel and dark.

This is undoubtedly a witch trial, being held at the stake.

"Master, let's not get involved." The steward suggested.

Yeats thought silently... If it were the past life, the evil witch would have been a fiction.

But in this fantasy world, I dare not make any judgments. After all, witches and lichs do exist.

It’s just that this scene looks familiar. It seems to have appeared in the game. It seems to be related to some important person...

Boom!

The flames soared into the sky, the thrown torch ignited the pyre, the heat wave swept across, and the raging tongues of fire swallowed the girl on the execution platform.

Her leather armor seemed to be endowed with magic and was safe in the sea of ​​fire. The girl stood calmly in the blazing fire, her brown hair flying in the strong wind. "I told you, you arrested the wrong person!"

The girl stood in the sea of ​​fire and protested loudly.

"The fact that the fire can't burn me to death proves that I am not a witch at all!"

The villagers slowly backed away in fear.

Shouts of indignation arose from the crowd.

"If fire can't burn you to death, it means you are an evil witch!"

Yeats: "..."

Okay, the logic is closed.

"Those lost poultry were all caused by monsters." The girl emphasized, "It has nothing to do with me at all!"

The villagers looked at each other, and a peasant woman in a burlap robe came forward to testify:

“When I returned to the village, I saw with my own eyes that you took away the chickens in the village and ate them, leaving the chicken bones in the original place. place."

The girl said angrily: "The chicken has left the village territory, how can you frame a good person?"

In front of the suspicious eyes of the villagers, the girl recited the regulations in the code loudly.

“According to Article 14 of Page 7 of the King’s Code Property Law, adventurers have the right to obtain supplies outside the legal scope of the village without permission.”

Gray argued: "In addition, the chicken left the village territory, so I didn't steal it, but took it openly!"

Faced with the girl's quotations, the villagers felt like they were listening to scripture.

The righteous man just now was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed.

"You still steal openly? And you say you are not a witch!"

Gray: (_)

The local villagers do not understand the law!

At this time, Yeats and the housekeeper had left the carriage and joined the crowd to join in the fun.

Beside Yeats, a blacksmith suggested: "Throw her into the river and drown her!"

"This elder brother." Yeats expressed that it was strange, "Throw her into the river. Didn't she just swim away?"

The blacksmith glanced at Yeats and lowered his voice: "How dare you arrest the real witch? Find a reason and let her go quickly."

Yeats froze on the spot, as still as a sculpture.

"Master?" Phokas called.

Yeats whispered: "Stop talking, let me figure out the logic..."

In fact, Yeats has already recalled the identity of this girl, an important protagonist in the game , Grey's Dragonborn.

Strictly speaking, the chicken lost by the villagers was not stolen by Gray.

Because Gray obeyed the law, she used the method of scattering rice grains to lure the chicken to follow her for five miles. After waiting for two full hours, she took the chicken out of the legal scope of the village, and then she could enjoy it with peace of mind.

The reason behind it is heart-warming.

Due to her suspicious behavior and the frequent deaths of poultry in the village, Gray was naturally regarded as a witch, and the village chief mobilized the entire village, men, women, and children to work together to arrest her.

Yeats thought this was very Dragonborn.

He is worthy of being the inheritor of Lao Gunwu’s spirit, with a legacy of grabbing root treasures and stealing chickens.

My trip to Chenshuang Ridge to open up wasteland coincided with the time when I was employing people.

Gray has huge potential, at least it has an initial four-star SR in mobile games.

If she can be recruited as a personal bodyguard, the security will be greatly improved...

Yeats made a secret decision and stood up and said: "Everyone, I can vouch for this adventurer. I swear on the name of the Landi family that this adventurer is definitely not an evil wizard."

After finishing his words, the villagers looked at Yeats in surprise, their expressions full of wariness.

However, after seeing the boy's appearance clearly, the hostile atmosphere immediately eased.

"Young master, you don't know that more than one chicken has been lost in the village." The peasant woman expressed concern, "Many poultry either disappeared inexplicably or died miserably."

" Let me say it one last time, this is the work of Warcraft!" Gray shouted angrily.

"What monster?" Yeats asked.

“I guess it’s a cockatrice, because I found traces of a snake’s tail on the way here.” Gray said, “The diet of this omnivorous beast includes poultry, plus its size. It’s not big, you can’t even find it when you enter the village at night!”

Yeats nodded... This judgment is similar to the game plot.

According to the main plot, this seems to be a novice level. The snake-cockmon guarding the level is located in the mountain behind the village. It is not very strong and can be easily solved by a first-level adventurer.

However, between Forkas and I, at least two of us are old, weak, sick, and disabled, which is far from meeting the first-level rating standards.

It seems that we can only rely on the gameplay of life and profession.

"That is to say, if I can bring back the culprit who threatens the village, I can clear her of witch accusations and let her go, right?" Yeats looked at the leader of the village.

The village chief said tremblingly: "My lord, please don't blame me. We believe in your guarantee, but we also hope to get an explanation..."

"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you." Yeats smiled, "You put this adventurer down first, give me an hour, and I will bring the monster back soon."

Fokas looked at Yeats in surprise.

The young master seems to have changed a lot after traveling far away.

In the past, he would never have been so humble and polite. Instead, he would have whipped the old man with a riding crop.

It seems that setbacks can indeed change a person's mentality.

Especially the deserted Chenshuang Ridge——

Suffered such a huge setback!

(End of this chapter)

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