cold... shaking...
"What a ghost, this is a meme from the last era..."
Accompanied by the murmuring sound of complaints, the boy raised his hand and rubbed the Tianling Gai, which was still in pain, and then "hissed" softly with the corners of his mouth grinning, while standing up and half sitting up.
"Friend, you are awake."
The sudden inquiry made the young man finally recover from a slight trance, and subconsciously looked around.
This is a closed metal cabin, the structure of which is like the interior of a small strategic transport aircraft. There was a row of seats against the warehouse walls on both sides, and four stretchers were placed on the aisle in the middle, and the boy occupied one of them.
The cabin seemed very empty, except for the boy, there was only the one who made the sound.
"How? Are you all right?"
It was still the questioning sound of that person just now, which made the young man pause his observation, and followed the sound to look over.
"It's okay, I'm used to it." The boy responded, and smiled politely at the brown-haired and blue-eyed Western man, then got up from the stretcher, and sat on an empty chair.
boom-
Before the boy could sit still, an explosion sounded suddenly, causing the troop compartment to shake violently. The boy quickly grabbed the seat belt and turned his head to look out through the observation window.
A fierce battle is going on outside the observation window. On one side are small and medium-sized aircraft on the technological side, and on the other side are monsters of various shapes, either flying, or suddenly jumping out of forests and mountain walls, and rushing into the air aircraft.
After realizing the situation clearly, the boy turned his head and asked the western man who was also looking out through the observation window: "So it seems that we are retreating?"
The Western man nodded when he heard the words, looked away from the observation window, turned his head and said with a little regret: "Yes, the establishment of the outpost failed for the seventeenth time."
"As expected of the difficulty of hell." Hearing the words, the young man sighed with emotion, then raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air in front of him, and read: "Mission log."
Silently, a half-meter-square virtual screen appeared out of thin air.
Looking at the records in the mission log, the young man sighed, and then slid his hand to turn the screen to the personal information column.
"Huh?" The western man was obviously paying attention to the virtual screen in front of the boy, and he couldn't help but say in surprise, "Your rank is actually a lieutenant?"
"That's right..." The young man shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "Because of the consecutive failures in the mission of 'establishing the 107 outpost', my rank has dropped from major to the current lieutenant."
"Then you are really unlucky." The Western man sighed: "The military rank is promoted slowly, but it is lost quickly."
Seeing the young man's expression of approval, the Western man continued complaining in a tone of voice: "I originally hoped that through this task of 'establishing an outpost', I could advance to the rank of Second Lieutenant, but in the end..."
"Is it easy to be promoted to a lieutenant?" The young man heard the words and said: "The kill points in the comprehensive evaluation are enough, so it is not difficult to be promoted to a second lieutenant."
Boom—
A loud noise made the troop compartment shake again, and the two turned their heads to look out the window, but a flying monster about three meters high and seven meters long bumped into it.
The two turned their heads back without paying attention, not at all afraid that the monster would crash the troop carrier.
The western man restarted the topic, and said with a bit of gloom: "The 'Soldier Fighting Technique' I major in is all about hand-to-hand combat. As for the 'Gun Fighting Technique' and 'Body Fighting Technique', the levels are not high, so the score for killing enemies has not been improved. up. What about you?"
"I'm fine." The young man smiled politely, his eyes quickly scanned the three 'Master' evaluations on the virtual panel, and then closed silently, canceling the panel.
"Oh, by the way, Lex Nagia." The Western man introduced himself.
"Kun." The boy responded politely, reaching out to shake his hand.
"Queen?" Lex Nagia was taken aback for a moment.
"It's not the queen, it's Kun." The boy corrected helplessly.
"Queen." Lex Nagia repeated with a slightly awkward pronunciation.
"Kun..." The boy was even more helpless, and corrected in Chinese pinyin: "kun—kun."
"Oh—" Lex Nagia suddenly realized.
"Coven Queen!" Lex Najiya said boldly with confidence, "Just call me Najib, my friend."
"..."
After hesitating to speak for several times, the boy Kun finally surrendered helplessly, muttering: "Whatever, whatever, anyway, no matter how I correct you, you Westerners won't call me by my name..."
Almost as soon as the young Kun's murmur fell, Lex Nagia's cheerful voice sounded immediately: "I guess the elders in your family must like our western witch culture very much!"
Kun's smile was very stiff, and while listening, he gritted his teeth and muttered: "Every westerner who knows my name..."
Lex Nagia didn't notice the boy's muttering, and was still chattering happily: "Look! 'Coven' means witch, but we usually use Witch. So Coven, we refer to the witch group..."
"Yes, yes, the Witches..." the boy continued to grit his teeth and mutter.
"And your surname is queen." Lex Nagia seemed to be getting more and more excited: "Then the meaning of your name is the queen of the witch group? Or the witch queen! Oh~ sorry, maybe I shouldn't say that, but I I suggest that you should change your name to a wizard-related name... "
boom-
The sudden explosion finally saved Kun boy, he immediately turned his head to look at the explosion fireworks outside the window, and kept thanking those monsters in his heart...
More than ten minutes later, the transport ship landed in a huge technology camp. Kun boy finally got rid of the talkative Lex Nagia, and before entering the barracks, he quickly called up the virtual panel by drawing a circle with his hands. Quickly clicked down.
His vision quickly turned black, and after a few seconds, his body's sense of touch changed, and his five senses recalibrated.
"Turn it on." Young Kun ordered softly with a tired tone.
His vision gradually brightened, and then the boy sat up from an egg-shaped metal warehouse, stared blankly for a moment, and stepped out of the metal warehouse.
As he walked out of the room, the boy Kun called out: "The housekeeper."
"What orders does Master Kun have?" Silently, a one-meter-square virtual screen appeared beside the boy, and while following the boy's footsteps, a question came from the mouth of the "virtual panda image" on the screen. Voices.
The boy Kun asked after hearing the words: "How long has it been? I was too anxious to log out of the game just now, so I didn't have time to watch it."
"Master, your game time this time is three hours and twenty-five minutes." The virtual panda-like smart butler replied.
"Oh, I see." The teenager came to the bathroom, and then asked while washing his hands, "Is there any new contact information on my communication software?"
"The master sent a message half an hour ago, saying that he was coming back to cook at night, and told the young master not to order takeaway food." The smart butler replied.
"Really? Then today is a good day again." Young Master Kun laughed, then splashed water to wash his face...
Book friends are welcome to participate in Duan Criticism, the author basically lives by reading Duan friends' brain-hole comments~
In addition, the author is a reasonable party, so some foreshadowing needs to be clearly described in general with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the following stories will not disappoint everyone.
(end of this chapter)