Romance of Gods

Chapter 126 Fog City·Rose·New Dynasty!

In the winter of 1643, London, England, was covered in heavy fog, so thick that no sunlight could be seen.

It is now twelve o'clock at noon, but pedestrians on the street carry kerosene lamps to illuminate their way.

Even so, the sound of "boom" and "sorry" kept coming from the dark fog.

The reason why this year's fog is so thick and terrifying is not only due to the warm Atlantic current, which continuously blows icy sea fog along the Thames River into the city.

The more important reason is that although it has reached the middle of the 17th century, the remnants of the Black Death are still raging.

Poor people and orphans dying of illness can be seen everywhere in the streets.

There are also the corpses of slaves thrown carelessly into the garbage by industrial owners.

In order to reduce going out, the rich live in warm apartments and use coal for heating unscrupulously.

Billowing soot spewed from the chimneys, coloring the fog.

Of course, the most important thing is that people have unlimited access to the new gadget "steam engine".

Unbelievable.

This timeless mechanical creation was actually dug out of the Egyptian pyramids by adventurers during the great voyages of the last century.

This important discovery led to a rapid development in the scientific and technological level of European countries, and people entered the steam age ahead of schedule.

The advancement of science and technology has also pushed the internal conflicts in London to its peak.

If you smell carefully, you can still smell the smoke of gunpowder in the air.

Not long ago, the parliamentarians who resisted the decadent royal rule used force to completely capture London.

The royal family, the royalists...all the products of the old era were slaughtered to death, and their blood seeped under the bricks and stones of every block.

"You see, that huge Gothic building with bright lights on the bank of the Thames is the Palace of Westminster. Now the Parliamentarians have occupied it, and they are holding grand banquets every day to celebrate their victory."

A group of men wearing crow masks carried the corpses on the streets in carts, preparing for uniform disinfection.

Old Jack was a bit talkative, especially the rotten and boring job of "corpse transporter", which made him unable to suppress his desire to talk. The newcomer who just arrived today became the target of his conversation.

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Thames, London?
Listening to the sudden nagging sound beside his ears, Chen Yan opened his eyes, and the bright red reminder flashed away.

The huge crow's head turned, and through the lenses, the message from the man next to him was reflected in his vertical eyes.

Name: Jack David

Age: 43
Occupation: Corpse Carrier
Status: tired
talent:

Strong【Improvement of immunity】

Skill: Smelting (30%)

Technique: None

He looked away and didn't answer.

He didn't expect that he would be in a foreign country when he opened his eyes this time.

Chen Yan continued his previous thinking. Eight hundred people participated in this drama, which was completely different from the previous world.

And apart from Fei Xiong's message, he had no information prompts and no new memories came into his mind.

All he knows now is his job - cleaning up the corpses strewn in the streets.

I don’t know if the experience accumulated in previous novels can still be of use here.

In this weather, others can hardly detect the other person's movements.

Chen Yan raised his hand and took out the compass, spent ten talismans to search the nearby area.

[Search in progress, search area will be expanded to maximum in 5 minutes]

[In this search, no trace of the remains of the Great Salt Sea was found]

He put away the compass and continued pushing a cart of corpses forward.

This feeling of knowing nothing is really unsettling.

"You can only take one step at a time."

Teams of corpse-burners came and went in the city and suburbs.

Chen Yan and his group walked through several neighborhoods lined with textile workshops and arrived at the muddy outskirts.

He switched eyes and poisoned his body, his vision greatly increased, and the thick fog in front of him could not block his sight.

As far as the eye can see, there are large-scale sheep farms.

The yellowed sheep excrement soaked the fields for dozens of miles around, and the stench was unpleasant.

In front of the mountains of dung, seven or eight huge, warm furnaces were burning.

Seen through the thick fog, the dancing flames are blurry and terrifying, like a devil with wanton abandon.

Chen Yan and others placed the corpse in the car in front of the giant furnace, and then professional cremators handled it. The group of people turned around and walked back.

Old Jack couldn't help but pushed Chen Yan with his shoulder and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, as far as I know, your hometown, that mysterious ancient Eastern country, is a good place full of gold and gems. Even the poorest Families burn a lot of expensive spices to keep warm in the winter, why did you leave your hometown and come here?"

Chen Yan replied sincerely: "If I had a choice, I would never step foot in this city."

"Oh... that's such a pity!" Old Jack laughed, "But it's not as boring here as you think. Let me tell you a secret. Every morning at midnight, everyone in the city will turn into stone statues, and the thick fog will appear at the same time. When it disperses, beautiful roses will grow from every crevice, and the entire city will be covered with delicate flowers.”

Stone statues, roses... If he wasn't targeting someone randomly, then these are all valuable clues.

"Since everyone will turn into stone statues, how do you know this information?"

"Eh? You passed me...how did I know...how did I know?"

Old Jack was startled, and then started mumbling to himself like he was drunk.

He was almost in this sleep-talking state throughout the afternoon.

Chen Yan worked step by step until night.
It's frighteningly dark at night, but visibility on the street has improved visibly.

Those desperate workshop owners finally understood a truth.

A working environment that is too dark will greatly affect the efficiency of workers, so they finally decided to light up the lights.

Through conversations with others during this period, Chen Yan roughly understood the background of the times he lived in.

In 1643, London had just experienced a war.

He was very sure that this was London in another time and space.

Although he knew very little about foreign history, he understood that digging out steam engines from pyramids was too damn nonsense.

After eating the mashed potatoes sent by the workers, everyone left work and went back to their homes.

He had nowhere to go but to wander aimlessly in the streets.

Sharp whistles kept ringing in the harbor on the banks of the Thames, and the giant beasts hidden behind the thick fog began to wake up.

There are almost no pedestrians on the streets of London at night, if those dying tramps and beggars are included.

Chen Yan thought to himself that since there were [-] performers in this place, as long as he wandered around more, he would always meet the same kind of performers.

tread!tread!tread!
The sound of boots hitting the ground resounded at the intersection. Chen Yan heard the sound and walked against the wall on the street, hiding his body in the shadows.

A group of musketeers wearing crow masks and fur-collared coats ran over uniformly.

"Standing!"

On the empty street, murderous soldiers stood in unison, their bodies as straight as sharp iron nails.

When the homeless people witnessed this scene, they were all silent and looked at them in fear.

"Hey! Come here!"

The guard captain looked around and suddenly pointed at the old man in front of Chen Yanxie.

He has sparse gray hair, dull blue eyes, and is half-clothed.

The man did not dare to disobey, so he stepped forward and knelt down, trembling and said: "Dear Sir, what are your orders?"

The captain of the guard put his musket to his forehead and asked calmly: "Tell me, who is our king?"

"Reporting to your lord, it's Charles I!"

The soldiers laughed and the men shuddered.

"Wrong answer. There is no royal family in London now, only Parliament. We have beheaded that old guy Charlie, and you still regard him as king? It has been found out that you are a remnant of the royal family and should be shot immediately."

"Oh! No! No!"

Chen Yan stared intently at the homeless man crying for mercy and the guard captain who was pulling the trigger.

He couldn't figure out the messy names of foreigners at all, let alone the distribution of power.

But the current situation is very clear. The current ruler in London is the new Parliament.

It is enough to remember that Parliament is stronger than ever.

Suddenly, a joking voice sounded from the wall behind him.

"Excuse me, do you need a indulgence? It will prevent you from being tried by the parliament."

Chen Yan was startled, and before he had time to think, he subconsciously raised his hand and stabbed behind him.

But just as his palm passed in front of his eyes, something changed.

The homeless man who was about to escape, the finger pressing the trigger, the beggar covering his ears to watch the show, the laughing soldier... everyone's movements were frozen in an instant.

The hard bluish-gray stone emerged out of thin air, wrapping their bodies and turning into lifelike statues.

In the meantime, including his own raised palm, he also turned into a statue in an instant.

Old Jack's words...are true.

The body wrapped in layers of rocks was completely unable to move, and only a pair of eyes could move freely.

Chen Yan laughed at himself. This was probably how Sun Wukong felt when he was crushed under the Five Fingers Mountain.

Is this also part of the story?
Soon, his vision became clear, the dark fog quickly moved away, and the sound of friction continued to sound from every corner.

The thorny vines seemed to have pressed the fast forward button, sprouting and spreading from the gaps in the walls and streets... until gorgeous roses hung on Chen Yan's body and thick vines wrapped around the towering chimney.

Blooming roses suddenly covered every corner of London, and it took only the blink of an eye.

As far as the eye can see, there is endless red.

"Oh! God! My old man, the current development is completely beyond my expectation. My dear second aunt, please give me a bowl of fermented bean curd to calm my shock!"

"Holy shit, don't disgust me! Can you speak normally?"

"Speaking normally? I'm so stupid, so awesome, I blocked my old baby!"

Singing and harmonious conversations came from the soldiers and the beggars on the streets.

Apparently, the other stone statues cannot speak.Chen Yan's heart moved. These two people could see the changes in front of them. Are they the gods?
He waited and watched. Since the main theme of this novel was "competition", it was always right to maintain personal concealment.

"It still tastes right! I asked, what's going on now?"

"You ask me, who am I asking? I have been a big soldier for a day in a daze, and I don't know what to do. I have participated in the novel four times, and this is the first time."

"The same goes for me. I asked for food all day long and didn't even get a drink of water."

Combining his own experience and the conversation between the two, it is not difficult for Chen Yan to find that after coming to this world, all the actors have gained new careers.

He is now the corpse carrier, while the other party is a beggar and a soldier respectively.

The soldier raised his voice and wanted to say something, but the beggar immediately interrupted him, "Someone is coming!"

The two immediately fell silent. Compared to them, Chen Yan's field of vision was narrower and he could only hear the chaotic sound of running coming from behind.

On a street covered with roses, a blond girl lifted up the corner of her pleated skirt that was caught by thorns, hugged a broken black bear doll, and ran forward in panic.

"Quick! Catch her!"

A dozen knights wearing iron armor were chasing on horseback. The girl looked back and saw that the pursuers were close at hand. She exclaimed, "Oh my God! They are about to catch up with me!"

She panicked for a moment and hid behind the stone statues of the Musketeers. She hugged the little bear tightly and sat on the ground tremblingly.

At this time, the knights stopped, and the leader was a fat boy with brown hair.

He was wearing a red brocade robe, with a ring set with red and sapphires on each finger, and his expression was haughty.

"Come out Alice! We've seen you! Otherwise, my soldiers will thrust their spears through your throat!"

The girl bit her lip and shouted: "You can't treat me like this! I am your princess! The princess of the Thorn Dynasty!"

"Princess?" the boy sneered, "You despicable woman! In order to usurp the throne, you murdered your father! The people of the dynasty have decided to expel you! We will take you back and stand trial in front of Big Ben!"

"No! Max! You colluded with my mother and killed my father together. You are the murderers!"

"Dear Alice, you can tell these words to the people of the dynasty and see who among them will believe you?"

The girl ignored him and prayed: "I am a runaway princess. Shouldn't a hero come out to save me now?"

Before she finished speaking, the little bear doll in her arms seemed to be inflated and suddenly flew into the sky, growing bigger and bigger with a "chichi" sound.

Finally, it became more than ten meters high and fell to the ground with a bang.

It opened its hands to block the pursuers and made a decisive voice: "Alice! Run! I will defend your way with my life and find your knight!"

The girl started to cry, hesitated for a moment, then ran away away.

The boy was frightened and ordered with a trembling voice, "Quick! Kill this monster for me!"

The soldiers swarmed forward, spears piercing the giant bear's body like raindrops. It only looked scary, but actually had no offensive power at all.

It was quickly killed and fell to the ground in a soft blanket.

But the girl had already run away, and the boy flew into a rage and chased after her with everyone.

The streets returned to calm, and the crushed rose petals remained silent together with the people turned into stone statues.

The beggar suddenly asked: "What's going on?"

The soldier was also confused: "Performing a skit?"

Chen Yan felt something about it, as if there were two worlds in the same space.

During the day, it was London, a smoggy capital that had just experienced a revolution and was in dire straits; at night, there was a coup and the Kingdom of Thorns was filled with roses.

Just as he was thinking about it, his body began to turn to stone, and it didn't take long before he completely turned into a statue.

London's East End, south bank of the Thames.

There are a large number of homeless vagrants and poor people gathered near the port. Most of them are workers and coolies who make a living on the docks.

They are troubled by sharp whistles and toxic smoke all the time.

Early the next morning, Chen Yan woke up in an apartment in the slums, a wooden house in the attic.

Chen Yan turned over and sat up. The windows were covered by thick curtains, and the room was dark and poorly furnished.

After he turned into a stone statue at night, his consciousness fell into a brief blank.

Why did you suddenly fall asleep here when you woke up?

Chen Yan stood up and looked around cautiously. Just as he was about to step forward and open the curtains, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

The plump red-haired woman walked in with breakfast and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, it's best not to open it, so that the room will look brighter."

"you are?"

When the woman heard this, she looked a little stunned, and then suddenly realized, "Of course I am still Maggie, your landlord! Is it because today's low-cut outfit makes me look a few years younger... Haha, of course, this is a joke. You must be too tired from the lawyer's work and you didn't get a good rest yesterday."

"Lawyer? You said I'm a lawyer?"

The woman was completely stunned, "Of course, you specialize in litigating cases for gangsters and fraudsters. You are the most famous litigator in the neighborhood. I'm sorry, I'm just telling the truth. I didn't mean to insult you at all."

He was still a corpse transporter yesterday, why did he become a lawyer again?
Chen Yan felt a little depressed. Seeing his unkind expression, the woman left the room in embarrassment.

[Maggie·36 years old·Landlord]

Chen Yan retracted his gaze from the woman's back, ate a few pieces of fried fish and potato cakes, and left the attic.

No wonder he had to give him three days as a buffer. The complexity of this world was far beyond his imagination.

From morning to night, on the second day after he came to this world, Chen Yan just wandered around the streets. He didn't even find his place of work.

Most of the pedestrians I met nearby knew him.

Just like Maggie said, he has become a really annoying litigator now.

At night, when the roses were blooming, Chen Yan deliberately stayed on the street to get more information and became a sculpture again.

This time he witnessed two mini-wars.

More than a dozen foreign men and women dressed as farmers, armed with pickaxes and axes, attacked the soldiers of the Thorn Dynasty; and the soldiers fought among themselves, and civil strife broke out.

From scattered conversations, he learned that due to the sudden death of King of Thorns I, the dynasty fell into unprecedented war, and everyone wanted to take the opportunity to wear the Crown of Thorns.

Then he turned to stone again, and woke up in the attic of Maggie's house on the morning of the third day.

When Chen Yan turned over and sat up for the second time, there were some subtle changes in the room.

A three-cornered hat embroidered with a skull and crossbones hung on the coat rack, and a rusty machete with a handguard stood beside the bed.

Maggie brought breakfast and opened the door again and walked in. She said to Chen Yan with a little frustration: "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry for your experience. Because of the war, you pirates have been restricted from going to sea recently. But it's also good news that you can take a break and not have to deal with the elements."

Become a pirate again, a corpse carrier, a lawyer...a new identity every day?
Chen Yan stepped forward and put the pirate hat on his head. He looked in the mirror and saw that it fit him well. He was much more handsome than the guys in "Pirates of the Caribbean".

Maggie stepped forward to straighten the folds of his collar, pressed her huge breasts on his arms, and praised, "Mr. Chen, you are so handsome. You are my favorite tenant."

"If there is a second person living here."

After two days of adaptation, Chen Yan gradually relaxed.

Of course, today's career is more to his liking.

Compared with the current London, the so-called chaos of the former Kowloon Walled City was as childish as playing house.

Under the cover of thick fog, anyone can become a robber, and countless murders occur on the streets every day.

If you have the identity of a gangster or criminal, you will be able to survive in this environment like a fish in water.

Although there is a new ruler called the Council, most of the time, the city is more like a deserted land.

"You are so funny."

Maggie laughed wildly, and the flower branches trembled.

"Do you still remember my identity yesterday?"

"You were also a mighty pirate yesterday, a role model for our country's continued greatness. By the way, do you want to buy two cigarettes?"

Chen Yan heard this and thought to himself, Maggie's place is like a save point. No matter where she turns into a statue in the night, she will return to her every morning.

As she spoke, Maggie took out a flat brass box from the cloth pocket in front of her apron, opened it with a snap, and found twenty or thirty self-rolled cigarettes quietly parked in the box.

The tobacco industry in London is currently booming. Not only wives like Maggie who are living by collecting rent and living until death, but also bartenders and coachmen will sell cigarettes to customers.

"Sorry, I quit."

"It's a pity, I'm planning to give you one as well."

"Quit tomorrow."

Chen Yan smiled, picked up a cigarette and put it behind his ear, then went out, preparing to start a new street life.

Since I am a pirate today, I will find a way to make some money to spend.

But as soon as he opened the door, what appeared in front of him was not a rickety wooden staircase, but an endless white space.

Hundreds of figures whose bodies were shrouded in black light gathered in front, and many people walked out from his side and walked toward the crowd.

Chen Yan looked back and saw that Maggie and the door had disappeared.

At this time, a familiar voice sounded in front of everyone.

"I know that you have many doubts in your mind. But don't worry, I will answer them all next. But before that, please draw your employer card."

The speaker was Fei Xiong. He suddenly appeared and hovered in the sky, trying to let everyone see him clearly.

It seemed that these were all the actors participating in this drama. Chen Yan looked away and suddenly a dark card appeared in his hand.

The size is about the same as a playing card, but the surface of the card is covered with a black substance of ash, making it difficult to see the pattern underneath.

Feixiong glanced around with a smile and explained: "The next process of the story is closely related to the cards in your hands.

Cards are sorted from high to low in rarity and divided into three colors: gold, red, and blue.

Gold represents the royal family, red represents the nobility, and blue represents the three religions and nine streams. Now please rub off the ashes, complete the drawing, and see how lucky you are. "

It's another unfair competition... In this case, of course, the rarer the cards drawn, the better.

With a thought in mind, Chen Yan took out the last lucky charm from his pocket. This thing should be useful.

[The lucky charm has been consumed, your luck value will be greatly increased during the next valid action]

After using the spell, he held his breath and concentrated, held the card with both hands, and rubbed it hard.

"I rub...I rub...I rub, rub, rub!"

As the ashes fell, soft golden light burst out from below.

Become!

Chen Yan's eyes lit up.

[The identity of your employer in this story has been determined - Royal Family, Princess of Thorns, Alice]

(End of this chapter)