from Xingyuan

Chapter 372 77. Brave Heart
Li Oz didn't ask too much. He has done this task many times. Van Lenkoff will become one of the most familiar maps for players in the future.

"Yesterday's Yesterday Was Spring", as one of the most classic missions in Layer Abyss, rich rewards, clear mission process and evocative plot make it an impressive mission for players.

Unlike Gullant's situation where the country was almost subjugated because of his own weakness, Van Lenkoff's plot is very complicated, and it is almost impossible to find out which side is righteous and which side is evil.

If starting as Van Lenkoff Alien, this quest becomes the main quest.

However, the six endings of the main line are all "bad endings" in the literal sense.

No matter which ending it is, Van Lenkov will go to the abyss of no return.

Li Aoz and the protagonist of the mission, Nikita, agreed to cooperate. In order to show his sincerity, Li Aoz took out a huge sum of 500 ammonium gold and gave it to Nikita to purchase the necessary supplies.

"so much?!"

When Nikita saw the gold transferred into the account, all four eyes widened.

"This is just the standard market price. The average income of most free mercenaries in Valkyrie Fortress is just like this."

Li Aoz didn't think so.

"Standard market?"

As soon as these words came out, Nikita wanted to laugh, and he complained in front of this foreigner:
"Van Lenkov's official currency, Ruta, has depreciated to 1:9785 million, and it is still falling."

He waved the terminal with mixed feelings in his heart.

"I'm going to make some other preparations. We'll meet at the Modelo House tonight."

As soon as Li Aoz finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

Nikita stayed there for a few minutes, until he heard Verazi's staff patrolling downstairs, then quickly packed up his things and left the place quietly.

It's all so unreal.

500 ammonium gold is not a big number. In the battles he has participated in, he can often harvest nearly [-] ammonium gold in one battle, which is enough to feed a family.

The result is now, huh, huh.

Wrapped in a coat, Nikita walked across the street in a hurry. Since the mercenary city-state has no atmosphere, there will be no snow in Van Lenkov in winter. The dry cold wind will take away the moisture and heat from the body, giving people a feeling of anxiety and dryness. .

The gray streets are bleak and indifferent, and a few pedestrians can be seen vaguely, or civilians who came back from looting shops with sticks and weapons.

Wellazzi cut off the supply of weapons, which was a good thing in a sense.

Nikita remembered a joke: Why do primitive people beat other people's heads with sticks?

A: Because they don't have guns.

With his hands in his pockets, Nikita lowered his head and walked past the gangsters wielding chains and sticks. Although he knew that the ammonium gold was stored in the cloud, Nikita still subconsciously squeezed the phone tightly, with a relaxed expression on his face. Miserable, doesn't look like a man with a lot of money.

"Fuck! What a bunch of poor people. I'm starving to death. I can't even find a piece of chocolate."

A Van Lenkoff alien with antlers and a cat face was carrying steel bars, squid-like eyes drooping, and his mouth kept yelling.

"Let's say a few words, and look at this house again." His companion directly bumped into Nikita without any politeness. Nikita staggered, and subconsciously turned his head to look back.

"Look at your grandma?! Go away, old man!"

An alien with a chain yelled at him, picked up an aluminum can and threw it at him.

"Go away! You bastards should commit suicide, life is a waste of air."

Nikita lowered her head, avoiding the throwing, watching the gangsters smash open the door of the store, and there were female screams and the roar of the male owner.

"Still watching?"

The bastard raised his hand, and his left arm immediately turned into an acid sprayer, and he spat:
"Stupid idiot, if Kalmetz hadn't insisted on engaging in the relief policy of that bastard, you'd have fucked up already, get out!"

Clap!

The glass of the store was smashed, and several aliens who were already hungry and thirsty rushed in immediately, and soon there were beatings and screams.

Nikita didn't say anything, turned his head, and walked away quickly.

It took him a long time to turn left and right, and when he returned to the residence, the chest and belly of the coat became visibly bulging.

Unlocking and opening the door, the dilapidated old house exposed the ceiling, and the bonfire had been extinguished for a long time. He went up to clean it up, then picked up wooden boards and table and chair legs from the side, and stuffed them in. The flames rekindled and became stronger and stronger.

"Did you come back?"

Nikita turned her head, and a little green dot popped out from the dark corner. She leaned on the wall and walked over step by step.

"Rosa, you should go to bed."

"I'm cold." Rosa blinked her gray eyes, and Nikita's complicated expression was reflected in her unfocused pupils. She said bluntly, "Someone took the blanket away."

Rosa is different from the tall and burly figure of other aliens. Her posture presents an extremely unhealthy infantile state. She is short like a child, and there is no self-defense-type organ mutated on her body. Her light green hair hangs on her shoulders, and she is immature. There is a mature charm completely different from the age on the face.

Relying on the weak heat induction, she slowly sat beside Nikita, groped, found the teapot, shook it slightly, and heard the sound of sloshing water inside, Rosa immediately laughed:

"There's still water, I'll give you some boiling water right now to warm you up."

"Rest, Rosa."

Nikita was not good at words. He raised his hand and lightly pressed on Rosa's shoulder, not daring to show more concern and enthusiasm for fear of crushing her deformed and fragile bones.

"I'm not that fragile." Rosa said stubbornly, and Nikita brushed her hair lightly, without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, Rosa." Nikita didn't dare to look at Rosa's face. He turned his head and said, "I've checked, and I'm afraid what Dr. Fox said is right. In the abyss, there are only narrative-level civilizations. This disease can be cured…”

"If the price of curing my disease is to make you betray your beloved motherland, dad, then fuck the disease, I'm dead."

Rosa said:

"I have already lost two children, one died in battle and the other died of starvation. I have nothing to fear."

Nikita dared not answer.

He watched his daughter Sola Rosa Nikita grow up from a baby to a young and fit girl, put on a wedding dress and get married, got married and had children, and had a happy life.But he has to watch her rejuvenate and shrink towards the baby step by step.

This genetic disease called 'Hydra Syndrome' originated from their ancestors.

A certain ancestor who has never met before, and does not know how long it has been, and who has somehow ascended to the abyss, he comes from the third star abyss: Zhou Yuan.

At that time, people didn't know that the curse of Star Abyss was hereditary, running through the entire family sequence, from generation to generation, endlessly, and it didn't know when it would explode and manifest.

The curse of Layer Abyss is very light and has been adapted by normal people, so it is called no curse.

The curse of Jingyuan will bring people distorted vision and ideas, and even distort the body.

Zhou Yuan's curse is even more serious, disrupting the body's concept of time, making creatures unaware of aging and growth.

The body of a creature is very fragile. If there are more plaques on the blood vessel wall, the whole person will not be able to do it. Not to mention that after the concept of time is removed, the wound will not heal over time without knowing its own hunger and aging. Metabolism is either too fast, or stagnant, or even reverse accumulation.

Any hormones and drugs need the circulation of the human body to proceed, and when the concept of time is disrupted, even if the drug is taken, it will not combine with the cells in the body to have an effect, and it will not even enter the circulatory system at all .

Zhou Yuan's curse is also difficult for those strong to bear, let alone an ordinary gamma-level mortal.

Lucky for Rosa, thanks to the blood inherited from her ancestors, she didn't suffer too much pain, but she couldn't stop her reverse growth, she could eat and drink, but her immune system and physical fitness were getting weaker and weaker.

The magic that was once hired at a high price to protect her turned into a radiation of magic energy that endangered her life, and she had to spend a lot of effort to ask the mage to dispel it.

The illness she had when she was a child, now she has to suffer again, and the injury she has suffered has to heal again.

The lens implanted in the eye had to be taken out by a doctor, otherwise the entire eyeball would be crushed and burst.

After enjoying the light of the day after tomorrow for more than ten years, he immediately returned to the darkness of the day after tomorrow.

In fact, Nikita is not afraid of his daughter's illness, but he is afraid that he will no longer have the ability to accompany her again and gradually become smaller.

Death and sickness are never terrible, not at all terrible, only poverty is the most terrible.

"I didn't find Julian."

Nikita says:

"Where did your half-elf husband go, this kid... I knew he was unreliable."

"Julian is not that kind of person, you know what he is, Dad." Rosa retorted: "The leader of Kalmetz just announced that the fleet is on patrol, and he immediately went to ask for a living."

"What's the use? If he goes to the battlefield, he has no logistics supplies, no ammunition and weapons, he can only be like dust, scattered among the stars. But even if he dies, the country can't pay the pension now. "

Nikita said unhappily:
"His best choice is to stay by your side. I still have some relief money. I beg you, stay at home and eat the old ones. Going out to fight will only empty your wallet."

"Julian is half-elf, and the elf's brain is good, so he will definitely find a way."

"hope so."

Nikita fell silent.

The flame was burning quietly. Rosa poured water into the small pot, and Nikita added biscuits, chocolate, and some shredded pork into it, mixed them together, and set it on the fire to cook.

The father and daughter cooperated tacitly. Although Rosa's body became young and she returned to the blind state when she was a child, she immediately burst into vitality as soon as she got the kitchen utensils, showing the nature of a good wife and mother.

"Dad, do you hate Kalmetz?"

Suddenly, Rosa asked.

"Kalmetz is a good man. He gives money to the elderly and the families of soldiers who died in battle."

"I mean, do you hate him?"

"I hate Kalmetz because he gives money to the elderly and families of fallen soldiers."

Nikita's words did not sound contradictory at all.

"A good person doesn't mean he's a good leader. Dad, you are the beneficiary of Kalmetz's policy, but you hate Kalmetz—this world is really strange, don't you think?"

"I do not know."

(End of this chapter)