Chapter 36: Death of The Poet (1)

Chapter 36: Death of The Poet (1)

After all had been said and done, Jin Cheng found Wen Xiaoming disguised as a mushroom and sitting in a corner outside East Cross Street. He asked Wen Xiaoming: Why aren you going in?

Wen Xiaoming pointed to the red number above his head: Doesnt that mean going straight to jail? Im still from Zone A, boss.

Fifteen minutes ago, Wen Xiaoming went all out on the entire East Cross Street, blowing up each and everything that could be blown. But now he himself didnt dare to enter.

Jin Cheng was a bit surprised: You only work in the background, where do you get that number?

Wen Xiaoming jumped up: I followed you all the way to Zone A, boss, dont look down on me!

Jin Cheng touched his nose and looked at Wen Xiaomings teary eyes, then he stretched out his hand: Where is the vaccine? Have you gotten it?

I have it. Wen Xiaoming sighed resignedly. He had vowed his loyalty to this boss, and even if he had to kiss the ground, this was the man he would want to conquer the world with. He took out the vaccine and continued to dig out some other stuff while muttering: I cant come to see you at East Cross Street anymore, boss. You have to take good care of yourself. You take these things first, if in the future they arent enough, I will come to find you at the end of the street.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

You say it as though Im the one in jail!

Jin Cheng exploded on Wen Xiaoming, then put away the items that were handed over and waved his hand. He walked away as casually as the wind. Wen Xiaoming covered his forehead and looked at Jin Chengs back, then he sighed as a thought crossed his mind, Hes like a dad.

Chi Yan took care of distributing the vaccines. The amount of vaccines Wen Xiaoming brought wasnt much, but players in Zone F generally werent so big-built that they needed a lot, so one person wouldnt use a whole vaccine and everyone shared together.

Jin Cheng liked to cover up for his people, so Tang Cuo got one whole vaccine to himself.

Just be prepared. Who knows when you will hurt your own HP again? Jin Cheng said.

Tang Cuo declined to comment. He took the vaccine and drank another healing potion. Eventually his HP went back to its max value, but he succumbed to his low blood sugar again and had to rest.

Although Jin Cheng wasnt infected, he still suffered a lot of injuries due to all that acting and needed a good timeout. The destroyed Yong Ye City needed some time to repair itself so the two of them couldnt go back to their own places. They simply continued to stay in the borrowed room.

Only Chi Yan was left to do the labour work.

He had no idea why the two big brothers both went to rest, while he, the weakest one, still had to hold up a speaker to deliver vaccines along the street. Come over and take a look, there are fresh vaccines. Those who have been infected should come out quickly. With one shot of this vaccine, you wont suffer, you wont be fooled. This is totally free of charge, first-come-first-served, and East Cross Street reserves all the rights for final explanation.

Under Chi Yans passionate call, the players finally plucked up the courage to step out of their room. Slowly, more people started to appear on the street. East Cross Street gradually stabilised itself, but outside Zone F, the turmoil brought by the 11th movement had just started to bubble.

Amid the repeated curses of f**k and damn brutal or a combination of the two, f**king brutal, the name Jin Cheng once again was glorified around Yong Ye City, ranking first among the players whom one really wouldnt want to mess with .

Zone A, the place with the fewest players in the whole Yong Ye City, now seemed even emptier. Desolation filled the villas where its members had gone missing.

Miao Qi blatantly carried his cannon gun right before the judging, questioning eyes of all the players on the roads. He walked into a garden full of roses, where, under the flower pergola, a man was sitting and reading a book. He was about 32 or 33 years old, dressed in pure white cotton and linen home clothes, with a handsome face and a gentle aura.

Sir, why are you reading a book again? Miao Qi poured himself a glass of water and sat down on a small stool, even though there was an armchair just beside it.

Youre back? Lin Yandong looked up, closed the book and said: Did everything go well?

I havent even talked to Jin Cheng. The moment he commanded the laws, I couldnt go into East Cross Street anymore.

Its okay then.

Lin Yandong stroked the books gold-plated cover, pondered for a moment and said: The area of effect this time is smaller than that of the three laws that were commanded earlier. It seems that he has made some changes to his plan. The authority of the 11th movement isnt high enough, so hes right to be cautious. Following this incident, no matter whether its Zone A or Zone F, things should calm down for a while. You and other people should take advantage of this time to head to a few dungeons and save some points. Dont spend them all.

Miao Qi asked with curiosity: Sir, are you an ally of Jin Cheng now?

Lin Yandong shook his head: No, he just used this to test me.

Miao Qi: Test you?

Lin Yandong smiled and patted his head: You will understand later.

Miao Qi pouted. He hated the way clever people played the game and sprouted words with deep meanings like this, for it made him seem like an idiot. After that, Lin Yandong asked more about the situation at East Cross Street, so Miao Qiyi recounted all the details, one after another.

At the end, he asked: What is it that Jin Cheng wants to do? Does he want to be the saviour?

Lin Yandong smiled: No, this is called setting off the wheel of fate.

In the central area, a Closed sign lay in front of the izakaya, but there were still two people drinking inside.

The owner of the Ruby Bar, clad in in his usual purple suit, shook the small wine cup in his hand and said: If you like to come all the way here for a drink, then I like to stay in Zone F to watch the fun. Whats wrong with that? Look at yourself, even the lady boss doesnt want to give you any attention.

The person sitting on the other side wore a black wizard hat with its brim covering his eyes, his complexion pale and his smile gloomy. He remained silent, so Purple Suit continued to drink in boredom.

A heavy sound of meat being chopped, occasionally accompanied by a cold snort, came from the kitchen at the back, which seemed to suggest that the lady boss was extremely displeased with them being here.

The tower had a spiral staircase leading to the ground floor, where there was a door with no lock on it. Pushing the door open, they found themselves on a stone street. Probably because of the small size of the city, the streets here were rather narrow, its width only enough to fit two horse carriages at any point.

This was a typical Western Fantasy style city, but it was difficult to tell which era it belonged to. The walls had all faded and their details couldnt quite be distinguished.

The only vibrance that existed in this place was the white roses blooming at every corner. But how they grew here remained unknown, for there seemed to be no water source nearby.

Lets walk around, maybe we will trigger something. In any case, theres no time limit for this mission series, and were not in a hurry to get out. Today, Jin Cheng went back to his free-spirited, rugged look with his leather jacket and motorcycle boots on.

Tang Cuo had the exact same plan. The two walked and made frequent pauses along the street, coming across many small shops. The doors and windows of the store were mostly open, so they could see what was inside without going in.

There were bakeries, taverns, blacksmith shops pretty much very common places. After they passed by these, a magic store suddenly appeared in front.

Tang Cuo stopped and walked in without hesitation.

The store wasnt big and had a counter on the left side. Behind the counter was a whole wall filled with all sorts of potions and scrolls, as well as some strange little items whose uses were not easy to guess.

On the right was a small table with a crystal ball on top. The remaining three walls were covered with the usual accessories of a wizard, such as wizard hats, cloaks, wands and many others.

Jin Cheng casually took a magic wand, played with it in his hand and said: It seems that this is a world of magic and swords. Do you want to be a wizard? Or a knight?

Tang Cuo asked: Whats the difference between magic and abilities?

Jin Cheng said: In essence, there is no difference. Whether its magic, special abilities or martial arts qi, their energy source all comes from Yong Ye City. The difference lies only in their manifestations. Say, fire magic and fire-type abilities may actually look the same.

Tang Cuo understood.

But he would leave it to one side for now. What was important to him at this moment was something that he could grasp with his own hands.

Without saying a word, Tang Cuo walked around the counter and picked up a potion on the shelf. After a bit of trying, he discovered that it couldnt be put into the Inventory Bar. Seeing his deflated mood, Jin Cheng smiled and said: There are so many of them. If they can actually be taken away, wont Yong Ye City go bankrupt very soon?

Tang Cuo: If we cant take it away, at least we should use it.

Looking at all the medicines on the shelf, in addition to ordinary healing potions, there were also sleeping potions, antidotes, hallucinogens and plenty of other types. The bottles were all clearly labelled with Chinese characters.

It was rare for Yong Ye City to be so considerate. But Tang Cuos pocket wasnt big enough to hold many things at once, so he picked up some potions that he found most practical, thinking that he would come back to take the rest later if the need arose.

Jin Cheng studied the crystal ball with keen interest. However, it was a pity that he couldnt find any potion recipe or magic spells after looking around in the store for a while.

The scrolls on the shelf all seemed similar to each other, but they couldnt be opened. Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng didnt want to risk destroying these scrolls and left them untouched.

Its scientifically impossible that such a shop doesnt trigger any mission. Jin Cheng said.

There is no science here, there is only magic. Tang Cuo pointed out bluntly.

They talked and walked to the next store. Unexpectedly, the familiar chime of Ding came as soon as they stepped foot into the place. The mission had arrived.

The side mission has been triggered [Cecilias Bakery].

Travellers from a faraway land, welcome to Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight. The annual Flower Festival is coming again, so the beautiful Cecilia has gone to the Well of Time to fetch water and is unable to take care of her shop at the moment. Please help her deliver the bread that the customers have ordered. She would be immensely grateful.

Hearing this, Tang Cuo looked at the store. There were layers of fragrant bread on the shelf by the window and three bamboo baskets on the counter, all covered with blue floral cloths.

Walking forward, they found the oven where the bread was baked, its fire still burning and the smell of freshly baked bread still lingering inside.

Tang Cuo opened the Mission panel.

First round of [Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight]: Death of The Poet

Main mission: Find the bard Lancelot

Side mission: Cecilias Bakery

Deliver the bread in the bamboo baskets to its respective customers (0/3).

This was especially simple and clear. Jin Cheng swore that he had never encountered a simpler mission than this since he entered the Yong Ye City. Bread delivery, or basically food delivery, was just running errands.

Jin Cheng: Are there really people in this city?

Tang Cuo picked up the small notes in the bamboo baskets and memorised the name and address of each customer. Little Jack, Aunt Anna and Mr. Gilbert.

Well know if we go now. He said.