The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"Due to historical reasons, Sarkaz had many enemies. In a very bad period, they were driven by hatred and attacked Kazdaele - Oh, the demons who thought they were invincible and Terra took everything they wanted, realized that in the years They became so weak that even their resistance to the enemies attacking Kazdaele was laughable."

"But there are always people who will stand up. They will lead Sakaz to roam or attack by force. They will conduct sneak attacks, plots, traps, and surrender... After you put down the bottom line, there are always ways, right? - After the war, these six people Known as the Six Heroes of Sakaz.”

"Yeah." W responded in a low voice.

"There is another person among the six heroes that you should be familiar with," Usha continued: "Trasis, yes, in the process of resisting the enemies who invaded Kazdaele, the former regent was also the backbone.

He and his sister worked together to drive all the outsiders out of Kazdaele - even though they said that, in fact, a large area of ​​land was ceded and occupied.

Well, the Laterans have done a lot in it. Even now, the Kazdaele First Empire still has to deal with the ulterior motives of Sarkota and the stupid and short-sighted moves of surrounding countries. Among them, Ursus Is a leader. "

"Theresa is a very interesting woman. There is no doubt that she loved Sarkaz and Kazdaele. In her past, before the brother and sister broke up and the family fell apart, she also loved the royal family and King's Landing. The ancient traditions of Sakaz.”

"What's wrong with that?" W sneered, "If you want to use these as bargaining chips, I can only say that you made the wrong calculation!"

"Yes," Usha shook her head, "How can a person like you understand Theresia's emphasis on family?"

"Have you been to her room in the Royal Court? Have you seen the garden where she used to play? Or most simply, have you been to her bedroom in the Tower of Babel?"

"..." w stopped talking.

"As long as you have been there, you will know how many traces her childhood has left on her. I guess the tables, chairs, hangings, and even vases in her study are imitations or originals from when she was working in the royal palace. The decorations in the room There will also be many, many old items - some given by friends from the past, some from the past that she can't forget."

"so what."

w strong

Feeling uneasy, she stared at Usha coldly, her eyes wandering on her slender and white neck, as if she was thinking about the possibility of breaking the little messenger's spine.

She had indeed seen some old objects in Her Highness Theresia's room - so old that she could be called an old-timer. The luxurious and complex patterns had an elegance that far exceeded ordinary craftsmanship. The unique ancient characters of Sakaz were softened by time. paint is applied on it.

"It will be easy to handle if you understand this... Usha looked at w with a smile: "In order for the Tower of Babel to stay in Kazdaele or get out of Kazdaele, the gentle and beautiful Her Majesty Thearesia in your mouth is enduring the pain in her heart. Grief and the mission are preoccupied. "

"Family, past, dreams, reality... all of these are used as bargaining chips, so that she stays up all night, tossing and turning, tortured by the past, and she has to take care of your mood, carefully adjusting at dawn, not to let the idiots See every bit of it.”

Usha used a aria-like tone to praise Theresia's understanding, gentleness and strength, but in W's ears, every word she spoke was a mockery of these wastes:

"The gentle Theresia, even though she was in pain and couldn't sleep at night, still hid her embarrassment and made a group of wild dogs feel at ease."

"Strong Theresa, even if she has to bury her beautiful family with her own hands and the rare happy time with her loved ones, she still insists on sitting at the negotiating table."

"Poor Theresia, a loving mother, a majestic father, the eldest brother of the Gu family... the gifts given to her by time have been so cruelly deprived of them all. Now, even the traces of the past have to be put up with signs and belittled. Trafficking, weeping pathetically.”

"And in such a painful scene, such a desperate negotiation, when a small, boring voice recorder appears on the other party's negotiating table..."

Usha turned her head and looked at w who suddenly started to tremble coldly:

"What will happen!!!"

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Chapter 43 A long week ([-])

When w woke up from sleep again, she arched her back habitually.

Usha had a slender frame and could easily squeeze into the bedding of the two of them, but this was a single bed after all, so there was very little room for movement.

At first, W was reluctant to be hugged tightly by her. Later, when the temperature came up and the wonderful scent of honey and milk sweetly filled the entire bed, she began to move closer to Usha again.

When Usha's even breathing blew on W's rich fruit, mercenary W vaguely realized that after threatening her and making breakfast for her, the messenger lady fell asleep very safely, and the subsequent caresses on her body could not do anything. It's w that's moving on its own, and it has nothing to do with Usha.

Why did she suddenly turn into Usha and be hugged by her?

Even on the verge of falling asleep, W still instinctively avoided the question.

Just hugging her tighter, the sweetness of honey was just comfortable in the middle of W's chest and abdomen. Usha's limbs that separated because W turned around were caught by W one by one, and wrapped tightly one by one, waiting for W to become sleepy, with both eyelids. After the fight, when she happily fell asleep, it was no longer Usha holding W hostage, but W tightly wrapped around Usha, even their chests were pressed together, crushing them into soft meat patties.

W was not used to sleeping that night.

The faint scent of butter invades even her dreams. A long time ago, betrayal and hunger became her eternal nightmare. Now, this strange smell of food always wakes her up from her dreams:

When she was so hungry that she could chew raw leather, the sweet taste of honey cream made the young W suddenly realize that there was food around - but where was the food in the surrounding wilderness?Then her dream went to the cafeteria of the Tower of Babel.

When she returned to that period of weakness, flatteringly begging for protection from groups of mercenaries, and once again offering her loyalty to another group of more powerful Sakaz, leading the wolf into the house to kill her original employer, the strange buttery fragrance came to her lips again. Throwing her into the lunch room of the Tower of Babel, where Her Highness Theresia's smile would always make w vulnerable.

She dreamed and dreamed, walked and walked, experiencing the loneliness of wandering around and the cautiousness of the mercenary period, but this smell of cream mixed with honey always threw her into the warm fireplace again. beside:

She was inexplicably lying on a bench that felt like Theresa's office sofa. Next to her was a cream sandwich spread with honey and a pot of hot cream tea. She obviously didn't like sweets at all, but this taste It always brings her here.

The more she dreamed, the more she became familiar with the living room with the fireplace:

The style and furnishings are very similar to the bedroom that I saw at a glance, but in reality, there is Theresia sitting there, and she is teaching a Custer named Amiya to learn a lot of Kazdaele's cultural knowledge.

It was hard for w not to wonder if she was jealous at the time, although she knew that if she was willing to ask Theresia, she could also get His Highness's teachings - although it was more likely that the old woman Kelsey would come out to obstruct her and personally Or let elite operators such as scout come on stage to teach.

So in the dream, she ended up in this bedroom alone.

There is a fireplace burning with warm flames, two small lazy chairs, and a small long table with a square shape in the middle and anti-collision treatment on the corners. On the long table, a dinner plate holds those sweet treats. of ingredients.

The surrounding position is completely blank.

Yes, the dream that lost the real information had to use her own dormitory texture. The elegant living room and the regular dormitory structure were so inconsistent that it made w feel a little sad even in the dream.

Only the creamy cucumber sandwich with a hint of sweetness was still a little warm, which made W couldn't help but take a few bites - it was soft and delicious, with a subtle honey aroma, and it was a refreshing and graceful drink that was obviously milky and strong tea. , and she won’t be so tired and panicked like she usually does after swallowing desserts.

The only thing that puzzled W was that there was always a dark figure lurking on the other chair opposite her seat. She didn't know who it was, so she could only rule it out by being slimmer than Theresia. He lost His Highness and Kelsi, but still didn’t know who he really was.

The dream lasted for a long time, and she always walked towards the past piece by piece, and was called back to the canteen of the Tower of Babel or out of the living room by the smell of fragrant milk.

Maybe it’s because the honey on the long table tastes more authentic, or maybe it’s because the smiling Highness Theresia in the cafeteria always makes the despicable and dirty W feel guilty. He goes to the living room more and more often, and the black figure becomes more and more... It's getting clearer.

When w saw the short-haired figure holding a huge book and looking at it intently, she suddenly remembered the source of the buttery scent:

It smells like the black-haired little bitch in front of me!

She was so angry that she wanted to give her an elbow in her dream, but she found that Usha was concentrating on reading while spinning a black recording pen with one hand in her free hand.

hateful!

w was so angry that he woke up from his dream.

"..."

The soft breathing in her ears made her body stiffen.

Usha's body was soft and soft. The good nutrition gave the girl a soft and slender body. The combination of fat and muscles was soft and elastic. The harmonious touch was much better than when she accidentally touched Ines. They had been hugging her for an unknown amount of time. , warm heat is exchanged with each other with the heartbeats of both parties.

w carefully felt his limbs, only to find that he had restrained Usha severely:

At this moment, she was lying on her back, and Usha was caught, face to face, body to body, w The plump fat mass was stuck to the lower part of the girl's ribs, and was pressed into a strange shape by her compact limbs, and Usha was even stronger than His Highness. The small poached egg is also soft and greasy and sticks to the bottom of W's collarbone.

At this moment, they were whispering and breathing in each other's ears. They were not at all like the scheming girls who threatened each other last night.

Mercenary W looked down stiffly and realized his embarrassing situation:

The sandwich she repeatedly licked and tasted in her dream was not an imagination - there were many light teeth marks on Usha's soft back flesh, and her skin was so good that when w used her hands and feet to entangle the winner's When I lifted up the quilt, I found many red marks.

It’s over.

There was a loud bang in w's heart.

She quietly moved her body, carefully contracting her hands and feet, trying to throw Usha out of such a tight entanglement, but found that she was so tightly entangled that her legs naturally circled each other, and Usha's feet were The warmth pressed against her calves.

"Well--"

As she moved, Usha also let out a soft moan. Miss W opened her eyes under W's desperate gaze, and moved her body up and down in confusion, as if she wanted to feel the wonderful soft elasticity around her. I moved my lower abdomen comfortably, moving the fat mass that was already pressed into a ball.

Then she suddenly woke up.

Well, it's really fun to look like this.

Usha looked down at the astonished W and narrowed her eyes with a smile:

"It seems that Miss W is very insecure, so do you want to make breakfast? You have to make it yourself."

Chapter 44 A long week (Two)

Gumbling--

The sound of boiling soup accompanied by a strong fragrance filled W's dormitory, giving the room that used to be filled with gunpowder and fresheners the smell of a mercenary camp fire.

w had no home. In her mind, the only thing that could correspond to the warm and sweet taste in front of her was the scene of the mercenaries enjoying themselves in the camp.

Catsdale was not medieval—during the Civil War it was even more desolate than the Middle Ages.

Deadly Source Stone radiation is everywhere. Regardless of their unwillingness, once they leave the city sheltered by the lord, almost all Sarkaz will be parasitized and infected by the Source Stone, and eventually become the host of these black stones. From life to spirit, Distortion begins to occur.

It is impossible for the lords to allow mercenaries to enter the city.

Therefore, the most the mercenaries can do is live in the camps that have been created. They dare not have fun, relax, eat more, or do this or that. In the end, it is the best way for an adult mercenary, regardless of gender, to enjoy themselves. It's drinking a boozy glass of eggnog or smoking a very expensive tobacco.

The Sarkazis had no choice. The mercenaries were naturally unruly and extremely powerful. Many times, the camp was not completely safe. From time to time, strongmen would rob homes and burn the entire camp to ashes.

——The bounty in the camp will only make Sakaz’s attacks more and more ruthless and rampant:

Since you are offering bounties on both sides, I might as well grab one when I find a camp!

Anyway, someone has taken action, so why don’t I just use some tricks and put the blame on the wanted group of people? !

The enemies are all in the camp, and now they have lost their vigilance. In this case, let's just make a surprise attack. At worst, we will kill all the camp leaders!

There are so many ideas like this.

There are also camp leaders who have thought about simply closing the camp, and soon someone who is not him will take over again - the profits are too great, and the mercenaries do not cherish the materials obtained by killing people and setting fires. Kazdale is amazingly cheap.

When the profit reaches nearly ten times, normal people are unwilling to let go.

So W's life has been full of wandering, and the least lonely memory is actually drinking the water he prepared while being careful under the campfire.

Nowadays, it is rare to have a portable small folding pot for breakfast in a special style.

As for where this pot came from...

Just look at the backpack that Usha has been carrying:

The little messenger just took out a lunch box, and after disassembling it and assembling it several times, it turned into a wonderful little pot. She also took out some cubes with a strange smell, and after lighting them on fire, the flame continued to rise.

Then she took out some compressed ingredients, added some water, added a little seasoning and cooked it for today's breakfast.

"If W-chan is the only one cooking, wouldn't it mean that I'm threatening W-chan? The beginning of friendship lies in exchange. Let's exchange part of the breakfast!"

Usha said this to W who was twisting her tight pants while putting on her clothes.

But w is a bit numb:

She never thought that she would cook for others after returning to the dormitory. She did not go to the canteen or other places to look for ingredients. She rummaged through the dormitory and found only two packs of compressed biscuits stored in the corner. Usha's smiling eyes told her It's simply not possible to fool around with these.

——w had no choice but to take Usha's pot and ingredients, throw her compressed biscuits in, and pray hard that the taste wouldn't be too strange.

But this is just a delusion.

The ingredients prepared by Usha are really carefully processed. Even if they are masked by the heavy salt and oily taste of compressed biscuits, you can still taste the deliciousness of every soup. Her compressed biscuits not only make these bowls of soup more difficult to eat. Outside the pharynx, it only slightly improves satiety.

——One of the most inconspicuous abilities of Babel, which has become increasingly well-supplied after the civil war.

Eating the breakfast soup that Usha prepared carefully but was made astringent and salty by her pack of biscuits, W felt a little uncomfortable.

"Then...that's the end? See you tonight!"

However, Usha finished the unpalatable food early, and used her own freshener and the faucet in W's dormitory to wash the dishes, dry them, and pack them. Then she put her backpack behind her back and said goodbye to W with a smile.

"Ah."

w answered in a small nasal voice.

when--

The sound of the door locking echoed in the dormitory for a long time. It even felt longer than Ines came here to visit and leave. With the sound of the door closing without hesitation, the loneliness in the nightmare returned to this dormitory again.

w never liked going back to the dormitory, he just wanted to go on a mission.

It's easy to understand. Maybe she is lonely and lonely occasionally, but W's way of venting is slightly different from normal people - she often likes to sarcastically mock her opponents or threaten her allies who are not as good as her from time to time.

This is a common way for Sarkaz mercenaries to get along, but in the Tower of Babel with reasonable rules, this land base called Rhodes Island does not welcome W and her mercenary principles.

When Hedley and Ines both left, w had nothing to do except follow Theresia even more fanatically, and apart from accepting tasks like crazy, no one wanted to be in the same room with her.

——So do I want to learn something?

There was a small question mark in w's mind.

Today is her day off after completing the mission. Normally, she would immediately skip this period and go on mission immediately, dragging another elite operator with her to run wild in the wind and sand in the wild. But today, because of a full meal, she just wants to be lazy. He lay motionless on the bed.