NO.13776

　　When Fang Lin opened his eyes, he realized that he was in a dilapidated, low-slung house, with broken walls leaking wind into the surroundings, and the quilt covering his body was made of rough and tough fabrics, with many patches, and when Fang Lin's fingers stroked across its surface, the information stored in his mind immediately judged that it was a very poor quality linen.

　　Through the roof with many holes, one could vaguely see that it was a dark night outside, dotted with stars, and there was a cold freshness in the air. And casually discarded in the house next to a few broken barrels and barrel boards, there is a wooden frame with a saddle, behind the door leaning, is a wheel plow.

　　Fang Lin didn't rush to get up, and after closing his eyes, slowly combed through all the strings of events in his mind, the smell of mildly moldy linen feeding through his nostrils into his sensory centers. He suddenly opened his eyes, unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing, and looked down.

　　On the area of his heart, a secretive and evil ghost head tattoo had suddenly multiplied, and compared to the tattoo on Na Wanqiang's chest, Fang Lin noticed that this pattern of two eyes on his own chest was particularly obvious. The tattoo had the number 13776 on it. Fang Lin's heart flinched, wasn't this number the number of that Wan Qiang? In other words, once the numbered person died, even his code name would be used by someone else?

　　This cruel reality chilled Fang Lin's heart, and his gaze suddenly fell on the rough and low wooden table next to him, where a roll of parchment was faintly glowing.

　　"Mission one, enter the world of the round table warriors, familiarize yourself with its rules, and kill seven masked slaves and two heavy swordsmen near the village of fire in the first act of the battle to gain more than 300 points."

　　"Mission two, stop squad number 348 from killing Punishment Knight Skorne."

　　"Mission three, cause at least four members of squad number 348 to die."

　　"Consequence of failing to complete the mission: erasure."

　　Fang Lin took a deep breath, not only did he have no fear, there was a very sick and monstrous excitement in his heart, in such a bizarre encounter, the neurotic pain that had been agonizing him for several years was finally healed without medicine!

　　After he finished reading it, the parchment turned into a ball of flame and was burned, but the content of it, Fang Lin could feel could be accessed at any time from the tattoo on his chest - that is, the Nightmare Seal, and the questions in his heart, he could also seek its answer at any time.

　　Fang Lin thought carefully and felt that the most important thing at the moment, was to confirm one thing, and silently said in his mind, "Display the time when squad number 348 entered the Round Table Warriors."

　　In front of his eyes, a rapidly pulsating red number suddenly appeared, 72 hours. There were seven minutes and thirty-one seconds left before entering the world of the Round Table Warriors. And there was a series of menus below the number, which immediately popped up wherever Fang Lin's mind reached: "Scene: Round Table Warriors Act 1-1, Difficulty: Easy [Level D]. Pain sense weakened by 70%, personal melee ability strengthened by 100%. The personal ability of the 348th squad is strengthened by 10%]. This scene is a peace scene: killing characters from the Nightmare Dimension will not drop any items. Is the Digitized Character Information Mode on?"

　　Fang Lin slowly pondered for a while, summarizing the information he had gotten at this point and summing it up: firstly, he still had three days to familiarize himself with this completely unfamiliar world, and secondly, the first item in the quests given on that scroll of paper was obviously a materialization of that purpose.

　　Then he tapped the button to digitize the character's information, and immediately a column of stuff popped out: "Information for number 13776: Strength 3 [5], Agility 4 [6], Physical Strength 4 [6], Mental Strength 13 [5]. In parentheses are the average values of a thirty year old healthy adult male. After mental strength falls below 2 points, the character enters a coma, and if physical strength falls below 2 points, the character is unable to act. Strength determines the ability to do damage and the ability to carry weight, agility is the ability to react to the speed of a person's actions, physical strength determines the resistance to abnormal states as well as the ability to withstand injuries, and mental strength is wisdom, the embodiment of willpower."

　　Fang Lin compared it and found that except for his mental strength [i.e. wisdom, willpower] which was much higher than normal people, the rest of them did not have an advantage, especially strength and agility which were related to combat damage, which were much lower than the normal value, while at the bottom of the tip, there was a line of long, bright red slots, which must have been the blood slots that indicated the amount of damage he was able to withstand. The blood slot was the physical strength value multiplied by 10.

　　Time was precious, so he lifted up a tattered short sword leaning against the side of his bed, put on the outdated leather armor hanging on the wall, and pushed the door open, only to be prompted with the message that there were two minutes and seventeen seconds left to enter the world of the Round Table Knights.

　　He then quietly stood in place and waited, after the time was up, as the door was pushed open, Fang Lin's body violently gushed out a stream of heat, which instantly surged through his entire body, and the short sword, which originally felt quite heavy in his hand, also suddenly became lighter. With a brief thought, he called up his personal menu to take a look, and found that strength, agility, and stamina, the three attributes that determined melee combat had become 6 points, 8 points, 8 points, and had indeed been doubled.

　　Outside was a wide wilderness, and by the starlight, one could notice that the farmers' plowed fields were not well cared for at all, and the pastures were overgrown with all sorts of bushes, and independent farms were almost non-existent. On the main road to the north, there was a place where lights were still flashing, it should be a rather large town, Fang Lin fetched a basin of water from the stream next to him, while washing himself, he realized that he had an extra bottle of spray-like stuff on him, under the prompting of the nightmare mark, he sprayed some of it on his face, and realized that his appearance was quickly changed into that of a European, Fang Lin thought for a moment, and then walked towards the town.

　　The town's buildings tended to be scattered on either side of a street, or surrounded by a green field - a style of architecture that was probably first designed to protect farmed cattle from bandits and wolves.

　　The residents' bedrooms were shared with the domestic animals they raised-their houses had only one room in total, no chimneys, untrimmed thatched roofs, and walls of mud-coated braid or wood. Fang Lin noticed from the ruts in the road that the tiny town was still considered a nearby trading center, but it was doubtful how much trade actually took place in the marketplace - though it was almost certainly very little. It should generally just be trading in the necessities of life, such as salt, fish, and grains and the like. But the accumulated wealth that lies within should be quite considerable.

　　--This was also the direct reason why this scenic town was about to be hit by the evil Archduke Garibaldi's war.

　　Fang Lin walked into the town's very shabby bar and tentatively tossed a silver coin towards the bar. Then ordering a glass of ale, there was already a big man next to him who shouted, "Loren you got rich? Why don't you buy me a drink too?"

　　Fang Lin knew that the name of his new identity was just called Luo Lun, and looked at the big man, who had light yellow hair, a rounded head, large and expressive eyes, and a thick and short neck. He had a large, big goatee and looked very burly, and smiled, "All right, Malse."

　　Malse cheered, knocked the people next to him over, asked for a large cup full of cider and swept back like the wind, patted Fang Lin's shoulder and laughed, "Loren you really are good enough."

　　He took a few big gulps and exhaled comfortably, "Did you run into something? Looking sad?"

　　Fang Lin's heart stirred and he immediately sighed tentatively, "I heard some very bad news, our town is in big trouble, I wonder if you guys know about it?"

　　Malse took another big gulp of cider, heavily tapped the sturdy oak table in front of him, and said loudly and conceitedly, "Is there any trouble that Malse's axe can't solve?"

　　"There may ... be." Fang Lin deliberately dragged his voice long and sullen.

　　...

　　In fact, Fang Lin has analyzed on the way to the town, he has to face these days in this world, there should be three kinds of forces: one, it is the forces under the command of the evil Archduke Garibaldi, it should be invaded this scenic town in three days, the second force, it is the three heroes in the plot, Lancelot [in blue with a machete], Puccio [the axe] and Arthur [the great uncle] as well as the number 348 Squad, and the third force, the residents in this invaded town, and himself, apparently, was divided into this camp.

　　From the point of view of that dead Wan Qiang simply finding himself, he was able to obtain a request to this place, he was able to directly see the nightmare mark on his body, it should be a rather unusual thing, and his own existence should be quite valuable to this place, so the difficulty of the first branch mission after entering for the first time should not be very great, it should just be a basic understanding of the familiarization of the way of survival here. Process.

　　Therefore, the process of killing seven masked slaves and two heavy swordsmen, and obtaining more than 300 points, should be able to rely on external help. The latter two tasks, on the other hand, were of a very obvious relevance - presumably, they should be the result of one's own excessive mental power. One should know that killing with one's brain was much simpler and more convenient than killing with one's strength.

　　After hearing Fang Lin's reply, Malse had stood up angrily, "Are you insulting Malse's power?"

　　"No." Fang Lin said indifferently, "It is our town that is about to be insulted by the army of Evil Archduke Garibaldi."

　　As soon as this not-so-loudly spoken sentence came out, the noisy bar immediately quieted down, and Malse's thick and downy huge arms trembled slightly, not out of fear, but anger, and it was obvious that Fang Lin's words had stirred up some bad memories of the past.

　　Marcel gasped slightly and downed the cup of cider in one gulp, then slammed the cup heavily on the tabletop, he choked on his voice and said roughly, "Where did you hear the news?"

　　Fang Lin stared at him and said:

　　"It doesn't matter where this news came from, what matters is, do you dare to go with me to confirm its authenticity?"

　　Marcel was startled and said:

　　"They are already here?"

　　"Most likely." Fang Lin said in a deep voice: "But not many people should have come, still waiting for the arrival of the leader, Punishment Knight Skorne."

　　Hearing the words Disciplinary Knight, Malse's facial muscles twitched again and he shouted angrily, "There's no definite news, you guy with a previous record wants to talk nonsense again?"

　　It was at this point that the tavern began to talk, an atmosphere of panic spreading out under the dim glow of the tallow candles. Fang Lin frowned slightly, seemingly sensing something very important, and as he faced the furious Marcel, he was about to speak when he suddenly heard a young girl called Marina in the bar call out softly, "Marcel."

　　Marcel, who was as anxious as a volcano, immediately hung his head and sat down, giving his thick elbows a heavy thump on the table! It seemed that even the beams of the room were trembling. Marina, however, walked up to Fang Lin's body and said gently, "Loren, the Evil Archduke's army can't be used as a joke, do you have any solid evidence? I will go to the city tomorrow to get some goods, if your information is wrong, then it's not too late to apologize to everyone."

　　Fang Lin nodded his head, his heart already had some clarity, and he no longer spoke, with a slight smile he marched out with the worn out short sword in his hand. Time was precious, he had already gotten the hints he wanted, so naturally he should proceed to the next thing.

　　The air of medieval Europe was very fresh, Fang Lin experienced the thrill of this world bringing him double the attribute bonus, and began to adapt to this new and powerful experience as he ran along the way - just imagine, a person who could originally jump half a meter high could suddenly jump up to a meter with ease, and of course, this experience was brand new and profound. For the calculating Fang Lin, his body's current basic data must be clear in his mind, such as how far a step can jump, and how much a sword can cut, these are the most life and death in the fight, and it can be said that the difference is not even a tiny bit, but a thousand miles.

　　Finding the troops of the evil Archduke Garibaldi is not difficult, especially at night, usually where the troops are camped, there should be a source of water, not only easy to cook, but also can play a role of a barrier, followed by the light of the fire, this chaotic medieval times, is not so disciplined at night to the point that even dare not build a fire, and finally is the distance, since he arranged for him to have this task, then certainly will not let himself exhausted! He was not tired of running around.

　　So very quickly, following the only river near the town, Fang Lin first swam upwards for seven or eight kilometers, then backtracked and walked downstream for two kilometers before he could already see the light of the fire and spotted a masked slave who had come to fetch water.

　　He was wearing a light blue and greenish coat with light purple sleeves, his originally grayish-white pants were already dirty and blackened, and the tan straw boots on his feet were deeply sunk into the soft mud at the river's edge. Probably because he was a slave, the man's protective gear only consisted of the face-covering iron helmet he wore on his head and the short sword dangling from his waist, and he was straining to carry a wooden bucket to scoop up water in the river.

　　Fang Lin took a deep breath and quietly felt his way up from under the cover of the reeds behind him--don't forget, although Fang Lin was only a teenager, his other identity was still a serial murderer who was wanted nationwide in the real world!

　　When this masked slave had just finished fetching water and straightened up, he was immediately struck with a heavy blow on the back of his head, which immediately caused him to pass out on the spot after hitting him straight in the vitals with the hilt of his sword. Before snapping this guy's neck, Fang Lin had already removed all of his clothes and replaced them with his own.