A Psychiatrist's Bizarre Game Journey / Dream of the Mist

As Zhou Ke'er dragged the guy forward, she whispered harshly, "You really are stupid—you don't think you can make up for anything by doing something insignificant, do you? Look carefully! What's in front of you is already a fait accompli, you can't change it! You're weak, you can't do anything!"

Now you're thinking of helping them here? Do you think you can save their lives? Forget it, you know yourself—this can't even delay their death. You're just pointlessly dying here with them! This isn't atonement; you're still running away. You're using seemingly comforting actions to cover up your escape! Isn't that ugly? You haven't grown at all!

While the situation wasn't as hopeless as Zhou Ke'er made it out to be, if Elon were determined to take a few lucky individuals with him and try to save some people to comfort himself, it wasn't impossible. But... taking these guys along was already troublesome enough; why would Zhou Ke'er want to add to her burden?

Moreover, most of the people lying here have a high chance of undergoing mutations, so even if they are saved, it won't make a difference...

Dealing with evil spirits is useless if you rely on numbers. In fact, the more people there are, the more likely things are to go wrong.

Seeing Zhou Ke'er and Elon seemingly arguing—no, it should be Zhou Ke'er unilaterally rebuking Elon—the three of them, Nosa and Elon, were somewhat puzzled, but wisely refrained from saying anything and focused on escaping.

"Then what should I... do?"

Elon stared blankly at his hands.

"It's very simple—you just need to realize that you can't do anything on your own, and everything you think can go wrong, so don't act rashly, and then... just follow my orders!"

Zhou Ke'er's words, a mix of seductive persuasion and commands, clung to Elon's mind like a persistent affliction: "I'll say what you want to do, and you'll do what I say. That's all. You don't need to think about anything; just trust me completely. Understand?"

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661. But I'm just a kind, innocent, and weak woman.

After a while, they heard a rapid but very orderly sound of hooves from ahead. Turning the corner, a troop of knights in full armor and weapons appeared before them.

Isaac, who was following behind Zhou Ke'er, leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "This is the Royal Guard Knights of the capital. They must have been ordered to deal with the situation here."

At the same time, Nosa quickly went to meet them, but kept a relatively safe distance, and said to the group of knights who had slowed down their pace slightly: "Fellow knights, please be sure to lend us a hand. We have important information to tell you. By the way, I am Lord Nosa, and the two over there are the sons of Duke Timius."

The leading knight removed his helmet, his neat, blond hair gleaming in the sunlight (though Zhou Ke'er and the others couldn't see it), revealing his resolute and handsome face. He nodded to Nosa: "I know you. Rescuing the people is our knightly mission—but what exactly happened? As we've come this far, we've found that whether on the streets or in their homes, everyone seems to have been subjected to this horrific attack."

Seeing Zhou Ke'er and the others looking rather disheveled, Edwards frowned almost imperceptibly. He had originally wanted to greet Elon, but seeing that Elon seemed to be in a bad state, he had no choice but to give up for the time being.

"So it's Knight Commander Edwards, that's great."

Seeing this, Nosa breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Ke'er could also sense that the guy in front of her was approaching Sion's strength, but that was all... he probably still couldn't fight against that bishop.

Norsa briefly recounted to Edwards what Zhou Ke'er had just explained on the way, after slightly embellishing and concealing the truth.

After speaking, Edwards frowned slightly. "That bishop has gone mad? How could he have gone mad... No, that's not the point."

No wonder Elon wasn't doing well; now I understand. Edwards quickly came to a conclusion and nodded to himself.

After a moment's hesitation, he turned to the knights behind him who were fully prepared and said, "Macuka, Cassrow, Brod... you guys come with me. The rest of you go and rescue the people here."

After assigning the tasks, he turned to Nosa one last time and said, "Go a little further ahead and you'll reach a safe place. You can wait in the shelter under the municipal park; the people nearby have already been evacuated there."

After saying this, he put his helmet back on and, with several knights, rode off towards the church.

Zhou Ke'er frowned slightly. Although it was a cruel thing to say, if the people who had fainted and were unconscious in this area were rescued, it could cause a secondary infection, and the spread of the evil would become uncontrollable.

However, even if he said that now, the knights would not stop, so he decided not to do anything pointless.

On the contrary, Elon was greatly relieved to see the knights going to rescue the people, and a glimmer of light returned to his eyes.

"Then let's wait at the refuge the knight mentioned for a while."

Zhou Ke'er nodded to Nosa, "By the way... I don't really want my identity to be exposed to other people, so if anyone asks later, just say I'm a member of the Timius family."

Upon learning that he had entered the safe zone and that the Knights had begun to address the emergency, Isaac was in the mood to joke: "Hmm... what do you think of the title 'fiancée of the eldest son of the Timius family'? I think it's pretty good."

Before Zhou Ke'er could speak, Lannister blushed and immediately interrupted Isaac, stammering, "No...no! Absolutely not! Have you considered the consequences of doing this? In short, this is not acceptable!"

As Isaac walked forward, he glanced at the blushing Lannister, paused for two seconds, and then chuckled, "Just kidding, why are you so agitated? It seems you really like Miss Memoride—but of course, it's impossible for Miss Memoride to appear as the fiancée of a Timius heir, that would raise questions about her identity. How about this, Miss Memoride, how about you make do for now and be my distant cousin?"

Zhou Ke'er didn't care: "Whatever, as long as you don't make any mistakes."

The journey wasn't long, and Zhou Ke'er and the others soon arrived at the municipal park under Nosa's guidance, heading towards the entrance of the shelter.

As we walked along, after leaving a certain area, we didn't see any more unconscious people on the streets, so they must have been evacuated here.

It seems the riot caused by the bishop was limited to that area and didn't spread to the entire capital. After all, it's quite a distance from the palace, which is better than expected.

Lost in thought, Zhou Ke'er followed behind Nuosha, pushed open the door of the shelter, and walked down the stairs.

However... there seemed to be some faint sounds coming from below, like a fight. Zhou Ke'er immediately became more cautious.

After descending another flight of stairs, I could finally make out the scene inside with a little difficulty.

As expected, many people looked panicked and terrified, huddled together on one side, leaving a large open space. Only a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a wooden stick he had picked up from somewhere, was confronting a twisted and deformed monster. His clothes were torn in several places, but fortunately, he was not seriously injured.

Unable to succeed immediately, and hearing footsteps behind it, the monster turned its head 180 degrees and sprang backward, lunging at Zhou Ke'er and the others.

The boy was surprised for a moment, not expecting anyone else to come in, but he quickly reacted and rushed forward to help, fearing that the monster might harm innocent people.

Zhou Ke'er narrowed her eyes, and in everyone's blind spot, the Death Fang secretly appeared in her hand. She pretended to subconsciously push the monster with her hand, but in reality, she stabbed the monster hard into its eye socket.

He pretended to lose his balance, stumbled, and after the monster was pushed down, he also "accidentally" fell down.

Nosa instinctively wanted to reach out, but when he saw Zhou Ke'er wink at him without making a sound, he had no choice but to go along with her and didn't reach out.

The boy below saw Zhou Ke'er "accidentally" fall, so he immediately threw the wooden stick aside, rushed up, jumped up, caught Zhou Ke'er in mid-air, and then landed steadily on the ground.

As he looked down, he met Zhou Ke'er's slightly panicked (pretended) gaze, and her beautiful and lovely face was directly imprinted into his mind without any buffer.

"Miss Memorie... cough cough, cousin! Are you alright?!"

Lannister's voice rang out from the stairs immediately afterward. He rushed down the stairs in three strides, and before he even reached the top, he asked with a worried expression, almost letting something slip unintentionally.

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662. How could anyone not like Zhou Ke'er?

Fortunately, Norsha and Isaac were both smart enough to see Zhou Ke'er's hint and quickly pulled Lannister back to prevent him from causing trouble.

Seeing this, Zhou Ke'er nodded to herself. Although conflict would make a deeper impression and make Zhou Ke'er's "image" more memorable, it was best to avoid conflict in the current situation.

The young man currently holding Zhou Ke'er, while seemingly weaker than both Zhou Ke'er and Elon, was at least much stronger than the commoners present, as well as Duke Timius's two useless sons. Furthermore, his attire suggested he might temporarily serve as the representative or leader of this group of commoners.

Given this, how could Zhou Ke'er let such a favorable condition pass by without making some use of it?