Night World Players

Chapter 110: Rast: Where are my teammates? Please save them.
The royal city of Paradise was supposed to be a dead city.

The dead souls, stripped of their lives and blessed with "eternity", wander in the underworld... day after day, year after year, repeating what they did in life.

It is just like the phantom that recurs in the mirror, magnificent and beautiful, but also lacks possibility and vitality.

only--

With the opening of the Cataclysm, countless refugees eager for shelter poured into this royal city to avoid the beast tide, the Iron Cross Plague and the invasion of evil gods.

They have not yet had time to be assimilated into paradise and given eternal blessings, and are still no different from normal people.

These people needed shelter and taverns, so there were shelters and taverns in the royal city.

These people needed pharmacies and clinics, so there were pharmacies and clinics in the royal city.

And these people also need romance and entertainment facilities...

As a result, various entertainment activities and colorful buildings were built in the royal city.

This underworld, which originally belonged to the dead, has been given a different kind of life.

……

In a remote alley in the inner city of the royal city.

Rast walked in front, turning many corners, and finally bypassed the patrolling maids in the palace and left the palace without anyone noticing.

The sequence abilities of "Intuition" and "Pilot" played an important role in this process.

In the past half month, because Rast has been serving as Her Majesty the Queen's personal attendant, the other maids have had a lot less time. They only need to be responsible for the daily maintenance of the palace and the transportation of food.

In addition, all the work of taking care of the Queen's daily life was done by Rast himself.

He was well prepared and secretly observed and recorded the work and rest schedules and daily routines of the other maids.

Because of this, Rast was fully confident that... as long as he returned to the palace before late at night, his action of abducting Her Majesty Helen would not be discovered by other maids and arouse their vigilance.

During this period, Helen followed Rast obediently and never raised any objections.

She wore her woolen boots and often stopped to look at the city that was just waking up in the early morning not far away. She left reluctantly only when Rast stopped in the distance waiting for her.

In fact, this is the most common scenery in the royal city, but for Helen, who has never stepped out of the palace since she was born——

Every street, every house...even the trees on both sides of the street shrouded in the morning light were a fantasy world that she had never seen before.

Snap, snap—

The footsteps of two people passed through a remote and deserted alley.

When they were almost done walking, Luster noticed that Helen's dark purple eyes widened slightly.

The end of the alley is connected to Black Lily Avenue, which happens to be one of the main roads with the largest flow of people and the most prosperous in Paradise City.

Around 7 or 8 o'clock, the city gradually starts to wake up...

At this moment, the Black Lily Avenue was crowded with people, and every pedestrian had a peaceful expression on their face.

In a trance, Rast almost thought that he had returned to the real world... The ordinary people there did not know about the night world and the dusk disaster, and they also had such peaceful and happy expressions on their faces.

Of course, this is a matter of course.

For those refugees who have fled here from the outside world... this place is a paradise isolated from the world and above disasters.

The fresh morning breeze blows towards you, carrying with it the noise of people.

There were quarrels, discussions, laughter, playfulness, and children crying when they were scolded by their parents for being naughty... Just like the daily life in every city.

As the noisy clamor of the crowd came, Last felt that the girl with long ice-blue hair behind him, her petite body hidden in the hooded cloak, trembled clearly.

She shrank back to the alley behind her, took a few steps back, and a hint of retreat flashed in her eyes.

I want to know more about the outside world than anyone else...

But when the real scenery of the outside world opens its doors to her, is she still timid and homesick?

Thinking of this, Rast took a big step forward and stretched out his left hand.

Then, he grabbed Helen's right hand as she was retreating.

The skin on Her Majesty the Queen's right hand was very delicate, and felt faintly cool to the touch.

The moment Rast held her right hand, Helen's body stiffened visibly.

Her eyes flashed an icy blue in response.

The air around Last suddenly became cold, and even his soul was contaminated by the chill, falling little by little into the abyss of extreme cold... It was exactly the same feeling as when he was hit by the "Angel of Death".

It seemed as if in the next moment, his life would be stripped away by the dying words.

But Rast's movements remained firm, without any wavering.

He quietly held the cold and stiff little hand, allowing the bone-chilling cold to penetrate his whole body, but he did not let go.

He just silently relied on the effect of the "Withering Stone" to disqualify his supernatural powers to resist the painful feeling as if his skin was kissed by the Grim Reaper's scythe. "We have come this far, if we turn back and give up halfway..."

"Isn't that a pity, Your Majesty?"

Luster whispered in the girl's ear.

After a few breaths, he saw the coldness in the girl's dark purple eyes fade away quietly.

Helen's tense right hand also relaxed again.

It became warm and soft as if it had no bones, and lay quietly in Rast's palm, allowing Rast to hold it.

She looked at Rast in front of her, a deep apology flashed in her eyes, and some ice-blue light gathered in the air.

"sorry……"

Before the ice-blue light had time to fully gather and form, Helen saw Last raise his hand and make a hushing gesture.

"Since you have to hide your identity outside, Your Majesty, please restrain your way of speaking."

He took out the small diary and pencil he had prepared from his pocket: "Whether we condense words in the air or communicate only through telepathy... outsiders will notice our abnormality."

"So, when you are out playing, Your Majesty, please communicate with me by writing on paper and pen."

Helen took the diary and pencil and nodded quietly.

How to use paper and pen... This was not unfamiliar to her. When reading fairy tales in the palace, Helen would often circle and draw on them with a pen to make notes.

She even tried to write her own story by imitating her favorite book, "Silver Wing Chronicles".

But Helen had never seen the outside world, nor had she seen all kinds of people except her maids.

Therefore, no matter how hard she tried, the story she wrote was more like a re-arranged version of the contents of "Silver Wing Chronicles".

No author can write anything beyond his own cognition.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Helen became more determined to go out and play.

"The place we're going to next...why don't we go to a clothing store first? That'll give you a chance to change your clothes."

Last looked at the Black Lily Avenue where the flow of people was rushing and it was as bustling as the Yintai Shopping Mall in his previous life, and made a suggestion.

He had planned to kidnap and sell the queen long in advance. Long before Rast disguised himself as a maid and sneaked into the palace, he had specially planned to explore the route of their first date with Shadow Servant, the deputy captain of the Shore Watch Team.

Women's clothing stores are his first choice, and are also the first choice for most girls on a date, as Last has concluded based on his experience as a gigolo.

The reason is very simple - every woman loves beauty, and shopping is a common hobby of all women.

This is not only true for young girls who are just beginning to fall in love, even BBAs who have lived for hundreds of years are not immune to this.

But Rast's past experience as a gigolo suffered a Waterloo this time.

He felt a pulling force coming from his left hand which was holding Helen's.

The queen with long ice-blue hair had her eyes fixed on a sign on the roadside, unable to move at all... and she turned a deaf ear to Last's suggestion to go to the women's clothing store first.

Rast followed Helen's gaze and saw only an advertising sign carved on wood -

Circus sign.

It was a wandering circus that performed in various cities and towns on the continent, with no fixed place to live. Now it was performing in the royal city of the paradise.

The long winding line behind the temporary tent set up by the circus shows how popular it is.

Psychological profiling initiated.

So, in a flash, Rast understood the source of Her Majesty the Queen's deep interest in this circus.

In "Silver Wing Chronicles".

The first encounter between the male protagonist Lyle and the female protagonist, the Plague Witch in a state of amnesia, was at a circus where a lion was jumping through a fire ring.

In that story, the hero and heroine also bought a parrot from a circus owner that was about to be abandoned because it couldn't learn to speak... This parrot was actually a high elf that was cursed, and later joined the hero and heroine's team.

At this moment, the circus’s billboard clearly had the parrot’s slogan.

Combined with the excitement clearly flashing in Helen's beautiful dark purple eyes at this moment...it is self-evident what she is looking forward to.

"So, Your Majesty, do you want to go and see if that parrot is a high elf?"

"Then let's go there first."

Feeling the stubbornness coming from the soft and boneless little hand in his palm, Rast finally nodded and walked towards the circus together.

At the same time, looking at the three long lines at the back of the circus, he gestured silently in the direction of the empty space.

It's time for teammates to assist.

(End of this chapter)