Dragon Gate Swordsman

But unfortunately, they will soon leave Dayan and return to the war-torn land of Kazdel.

According to the tradition of the True Dragon Imperial Court, no matter how valuable the gifts given by the envoys from various countries are, they will receive generous return gifts... and no one knows what Ying Zhen was thinking, the return gifts given to Kal'tsit and others seemed to be particularly generous, so much so that they had to send an extra off-road truck.

This made Chongxiao doubt several times what Kal'tsit and Ying Zhen talked about. Could it be that they wanted Dayan to send troops to assist Theresa, and then the unified Kazdel would submit to Dayan?

Hmm...it's not impossible.

"Brother Chongxiao."

"Hmm? What's wrong, Xiao...Huang?"

He still couldn't get used to changing the address for a while.

"Just send it here. The car can be started now."

With the end of the coronation ceremony, Xihu Gate was closed again. The only remaining Xixuan Gate naturally could not allow the "returning army" to go in smoothly, so the area outside the Divine Capital returned to the congested and chaotic state when Chongxiao had just arrived.

In this situation, the vehicles of the Kazdel Mission had no way to pass quickly, so except for the four drivers... Hedley was responsible for driving the off-road truck, and everyone else followed the vehicle out of the city gate on foot.

It was not until we had walked nearly a kilometer that the road became a little smoother.

And this should be the end point of Chongxiao’s farewell.

"...Okay, remember to take care of yourself, Xiaohuang."

"Oh my, didn't I already say I wanted to live well?"

Perhaps because the murder was over and he had found a new goal in life, Huang was gradually regaining his cheerful and lively nature. Both his mental state and his words and deeds were much more sunny than when he was being taken care of by Chongxiao.

It would be more reassuring to see her follow Kal'tsit to Victoria.

Then, W also came over and handed a book to Chongxiao.

"The Sins and Punishments of the Sarkaz"

"What is this? A history book?"

"The Sarkaz have no history books. They have all been burned by invaders throughout the ages."

"Uh……"

Why does W sound so helpless when he tells this tragic history, as if he was saying that my dog ​​bit a shoe yesterday?

"The author of this book... was a good friend of my father. He was wanted for writing many things that other Sarkaz people dared not write. My father... died because of this."

W stared at the yellowed cover, as if saying goodbye to a loved one. "Although I have been carrying it with me, I don't know how to read it, and few of my compatriots want it... I think you might be interested."

"…But this is your father's legacy, right? Can you just give it to me?"

"My father said that this book will only be meaningful if it can be accepted by people other than the Sarkaz. I didn't understand it when I was young, but now I seem to understand it a little. Perhaps only people like you who don't mind making friends with Sarkaz mercenaries should accept it."

Chongxiao suddenly felt that the tattered book in his hand was much heavier.

Compared with Hedley W, he thought that the most "normal" looking Inès was the one with a more "story", but he didn't expect...

The problem of the Sarkaz is a chronic disease of the entire Terra level. Chongxiao certainly does not feel that he is qualified to deal with this kind of problem, but if certain secrets are passed down through W's book, perhaps one day they will be able to walk freely on the streets of every country like other races.

"I understand. I'll keep it safe."

"Well...goodbye, my friend. I really hope that next time I see you, you can speak Sarkaz more fluently."

W waved his hand, lit another cigarette, turned and walked towards the convoy that was about to set off.

In this way, Kal'tsit was the only one left in front of Chongxiao.

"W is a very professional mercenary."

"Hmm? Really... so what?"

"There's no way he could trust someone he's only known for a few days so easily."

Kal'tsit's gaze was so meaningful that it was hard to meet her gaze. "This means that he sees some possibility in you."

"…I'm honored."

"That's not necessary. Besides, since W can give you this book, I should also show my appreciation."

Huh? Meaning?

Chongxiao looked at Kal'tsit in surprise, but didn't see any handbags or bags on her.

Ah... you're not going to give me a hug like Xiaohuang did, right?

Just as he was daydreaming, Kal'tsit had taken out a small box from her body... It was not very eye-catching, but it was sealed.

"This is……"

"This is a secret medicine made using ancient Kazdel technology. It can save lives when taken when dying. It's very precious, but I haven't determined what the side effects are yet."

Chongxiao's eyes looked a little weird.

If we can't determine the side effects, how can we know it can save lives? Are you sure you want me to be a guinea pig?

But then I thought, I don't plan to go to Kazdel, and once Kal'tsit leaves, they probably won't see each other again, so what use would I have as an experimental subject... And if I can really save lives, then I should pay some price, right?

"Then I'll accept it."

"Goodbye, Chongxiao."

Kal'tsit gave him one last look, then left and got into the car.

Soon, as the convoy continued to accelerate, Chongxiao's figure standing on the street gradually became smaller until it could no longer be seen.

"This is your last chance, Miss Huang."

"...No, I won't stay."

"I hope you don't regret your decision today."

Kal'tsit's words were not polite at all, which made Huang frown slightly.

But since the decision has been made, there is no need to regret it...Huang's eyes became firm.

As for Kal'tsit, after observing Huang's expression through the rearview mirror, she was completely relieved... It was obvious that this girl would not give up halfway.

She took out another object from her body.

It was a tightly sealed blood sample. Although several days had passed, it had not dried up or coagulated due to the perfect storage environment.

The reason why Chongxiao felt that Kal'tsit's attitude had changed was because of the results of the latter's blood sample test.

"What is his relationship with you?"

In a voice that neither the driver nor Huang could hear, she murmured a name to herself, "The Evil Spirit of the Tower of Babel."

……

(Note: This plot has not been clarified in the original game, and it is a modification of this book. It is normal for there to be discrepancies in the details. And because the original game has many pitfalls, similar situations will occur in the future, so I will not go into details one by one.)

Chapter 59: Qinglian and the Body, the Pure Land in Chongxiao's Bag

After everything is settled, Guo Shan's caravan will set off back to Longmen on the last day of the month.

As inspectors dispatched by the Si Sui Tai to other places, their tasks and orders often take years to complete, so they are qualified to handle their own properties. Otherwise, the Si Sui Tai would not have been able to provide subsidies to so many people for decades.

However, correspondingly, unless it is directly related to the monitored debris, the cost of taking any action must be borne by the individual.

For example, this time Guo Shan was entrusted by Nian to send Chongxiao all the way to the Divine Capital and provide her with food and accommodation, which he paid for himself. After meeting Ling, the expenses related to her could be reimbursed.

This is why Guo Shan has been trying to drag Ling out for a drink... Unfortunately, she is a free spirit and likes quietness, so she is too lazy to stay in a hotel, otherwise she could get more reimbursement.

Therefore, Chongxiao didn't even use one tenth of the funds he got from Wei Yanwu...it was mainly used for taking taxis and eating meals.

As for when he wanted to buy souvenirs outside the city of Shendu, he didn't spend much time there because of the incident with Ying Zhen and Wu Ming.

"Speaking of which, I have to bring more things back."

After taking a long nap in the room, Chongxiao jumped up, started washing, and then rushed downstairs.

At this time, he had already learned from Ling about Simuitai's affairs and why Guo Shan took care of him... He could only say that this was pure groundless worry.

How could I be of age? If I were of age, wouldn't I be a sibling with Ling and Nian? Then how could... ahem! This is a far-fetched idea, too early to talk about it, let's not talk about it for now...

Speaking of Nian, Chongxiao felt that he should bring her a gift, so he thought about looking for Ling or Qing to see if these two sisters could give some suggestions.

But unfortunately, they don’t stay in Fenglaiyi to drink every day.

Chongxiao walked around the restaurant lobby but didn't see Ling Heqing, so he called Guo Shan directly.

"What do you want them for, brother?"

"I have something to ask them for reference."

At this time, Chongxiao was not familiar with the specific work of the inspector of Simuitai, and only thought that Guo Shan was his designated contact person in Longmen, otherwise he could just ask him directly.

"Lady Qing is easy to deal with. She always carries her phone with her, but it seems she left for Jiang Qi the day before yesterday."

"Jiang Qi?"

"The Dali Temple Minister Gu Jingtong resigned and returned to his hometown. Lady Qing had some friendship with him, so she sent his family there."

"What about the Taoist priest?"

Unlike young people who have strong receptive abilities, Ling has a relatively indifferent attitude towards modern things. He seldom watches TV, plays mobile phones or computers in his daily life. Even the most appropriate thing about his body that matches the contemporary development level is the pair of custom-made sneakers on his feet that cost several thousand yuan.

It is said that it was a gift given to his sister by the traveling Qi... that is, the eighth brother, when he passed through Shang Shu a few years ago. Because it is really comfortable to wear when walking on mountain roads, it was used as a daily necessity.

But using it less does not mean not understanding it, and Ling is naturally not a person who lived entirely in ancient times.

"Turn right and walk about 200 meters. There is an ancient tower called Wangxing Pavilion. If the Taoist priest has nothing to do, he may be tasting wine and writing poetry at the top."

"Thanks. I'll go check it out."

It was morning, and tourists who had not yet left the city of Shendu were wandering around the various scenic spots, so Chongxiao could see the crowded scene around Wangxing Pavilion from afar.

This made him feel cold.

Since the Taoist priest likes quiet places, maybe it’s not here?

This should be the case, but Chongxiao didn't know where else Ling would go, so he squeezed through the crowd, bought a ticket, and quickly went up to the seventh floor.

However, when he wanted to go up again, the staff stopped him.

"Sorry, sir, the upper floor is not open to the public."

"...No one can go in?"

The staff member didn't say anything, but turned sideways and pointed to the sign behind that read "No Visitors Allowed".

The corner of Chongxiao's mouth twitched. He was wondering who could help him solve this problem, but suddenly he remembered something and hurriedly turned around and hid in a corner... There were two display cabinets here, which contained large-scale astronomical observation tools used in ancient times, which could just block the figure behind him.

Chongxiao took a deep breath and began to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body.

This time, there was no crystal blue light emitting from his body, but a dim, heart-pounding dark light.

Immediately afterwards, an astonishing scene appeared: Chongxiao's body disappeared piece by piece in the air until no trace of it could be seen anymore.

Ha! It works!

Invisibility, this is another use that gradually emerged in my mind after I recalled the name of psychic power. It is achieved by transforming the psychic form and refracting all the light around me... It was used when Victoria rescued little Grani. It was similar to the ability of teleportation and was also accomplished in this psychic state.

He first walked to the display case and found that there was no reflection of his own image on the glass at all. Then Chongxiao swaggered around the staff and continued to move forward.

If I had thought of this trick outside, I could have just climbed up the wall...

Soon, Chongxiao reached the 11th floor.

It was at this moment that he was sure that Ling was up there, because the stairs leading to the 12th floor were blocked by an invisible wall.

Barrier, formation, alchemy, source stone technique, no matter what you call it, this invisible wall prevents people from going up to the 11th floor, but it is estimated that few people come here.

Chongxiao first poked the "wall" tentatively and found that it was not solid, but was dented forward like a layer of tough air film... This obviously made him worried that someone would bump into it.

He thought Ling would notice it and come down to check or let him up, but after waiting for a long time there was no response. He repeated the same thing again.

Ah, this...Master, please don’t blame me.

Gather the spiritual energy in your right hand and slowly extend it forward, just like a palm knife cutting tofu, directly shattering the air film.

In an instant, a fresh breath blew in his face, making Chongxiao feel relaxed and happy.

The Taoist priest really knows how to enjoy...

With this thought in mind, Chongxiao went straight to the 12th floor and saw a scene that completely stunned him.

I saw Ling Zheng half leaning on the railing at the edge of the top floor, with a lazy posture and a hazy expression. He did not have the ethereal and ethereal feeling that he had shown several times when we met. Instead, he was like a pure girl sleeping under the crabapple tree in spring, slowly opening her empty eyes.