That puddle of mud in the corner of Buckingham Palace...or rather the will behind that "mud" has not spoken for a long time.
However, in recent days, this place is no longer so dead and silent - because except for one time at sea for an appointment, the owner here has been uncharacteristically uncharacteristic in the rest of the time and has not left as often as when he first arrived not long ago. Instead, he sat firmly on the throne for a rare long time.
If not for anything else, it was because the army of zombies he had sent to capture had finally arrived in the suburbs of London. As a result, many individuals with great potential in wisdom were discovered one after another this time.
"Master, we have selected three more tribesmen who meet the criteria."
A high-level zombie reported the situation below, and the figure sitting on the throne quickly nodded after hearing it.
"knew."
The hoarse and heavy voice sounded deep in the hall, echoing faintly in the empty hall. This made the high-level zombie below become more respectful.
After a brief pause, the voice continued:
"How many people have been selected in the past two days?"
"Twelve in total."
"Well, we can bring them all here."
"Yes, Master."
The brief conversation ended, and the high-level living corpse lowered his head slightly and prepared to exit the hall and go out to recruit people. But just at the moment he was about to turn around and go out, he heard the voice behind him speak again:
"By the way, let's call 'Swallow' too... Oh, just call 'Sister'."
The twin siblings have no names. Only when they are together, they have a name called "Swallow", which is given to them by their master. So sometimes when we need to call each other separately, the older sister will be called "Sister" and the younger brother will be called "Brother".
Such a way of addressing people would naturally be very incredible in the human world, and it would definitely be very inconvenient in life.
But they are living zombies. Among the living zombies, there are very few who can retain their relationship during life. Some people, even if they were father and son, mother and daughter, or the most intimate lovers, will never leave any trace after they die once.
So here, the identity and title of the twins will not be a problem - "Swallow" is just a name, and "sister" or "brother" are the same.
But the current problem is that the master only has the "sister" side.
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The twins now have no territory, because the owner no longer needs them to be a pair of little guards outside. They have a more important job to do now, which is to open up more passages in the London Ice Palace.
Cutting out ice is not an easy task. The huge city of London is frozen solid and is really big. However, the siblings worked very seriously and devotedly. After all, this was a job assigned by their master, and even they themselves were not allowed to be lazy.
"laugh-"
The girl held a bright torch, and the flame on top was emitting a steady high temperature, gradually melting the ice in front of her.
The young man held up a pickaxe and struck at the ice that was baked by the high-temperature torch, tirelessly.
"Ding... ding... ding... ding."
The sound of the pickaxe tapping against the ice spread to the back along the ice channel dug by the siblings, echoing faintly.
But I don't know when, suddenly there was a series of footsteps in the echo of chiseling.
"Stop it!"
The elder sister said something to her younger brother, then turned around and lit up the path she came from. Not long after, a figure came out of the darkness where the light from behind could not be found, and came to her.
"The master wants you to go to the main hall."
Naturally, the one who came was the high-level living corpse who had lowered his head to report in the hall.
"Okay." The girl nodded, then turned around and waved to her brother, "Let's go, the master wants us to come over."
But at this moment, the high-level zombie shook his head.
"No, the master just called you, he doesn't need to go."
Before he finished speaking, the young man behind the girl suddenly looked towards him with a frown, as if he wanted to tell whether he was lying - they were always together, how could the master call him sister instead of him?
He was about to speak, but soon saw the girl wave her hand gently, stopping his questioning.
"Then you stay here and continue to work. Be diligent and don't be careless."
The girl handed the torch to the boy's hand, then gently smoothed her long hair and pulled her clothes to tidy up her appearance, which was somewhat messy due to recent busyness.
She is probably the smartest among all living zombies, and the one who best understands the owner's thoughts. She knows that the owner does not like messy appearance... Although living corpses are transformed from corpses, they are usually messy by nature.
After hearing his sister's words, the young man had no choice but to put aside his doubts and displeasure - of course he would not have any displeasure with his master, he just didn't trust anyone other than his master and his sister, including the fellow member in front of him. He took the torch from his sister's hand, and then watched her follow the tribesman away through the dug passage.
After a while, the sound of the pickaxe hitting the ice wall sounded again, ding-ding-ding-ding, a little more chaotic than before.
On the other side, the girl actually had some doubts in her heart.
The two siblings have been together since they woke up. They worked under the original master and then met the current master. They gained true wisdom, self-esteem and much more freedom than before.
It can be said that almost everyone regards the siblings as a whole, including the siblings themselves. Because whether it is their identical talents or their complementary and tacit understanding of thoughts and actions, there seems to be no reason to separate them.
The siblings have long been accustomed to being together.
So the girl was wondering, why did the master only look for her this time? Why don't you call your brother too? She firmly believed that if their siblings were together, everything would be more efficient.
But since the master said that, she should do it. On this point, neither she nor her brother would have any objections.
Not long after, she followed the tribesman to the entrance of the main hall, and then she saw another tribesman leading more than a dozen of his tribesmen with confused visions and different expressions to go in.
So she stopped and waited for those of her own race to enter before being reminded by the high-level zombie in front of her and followed her into the hall.