Code of Wasteland Survival

[Title: Code of survival wasteland one hundred and eighty fourth chapter of plans Qi Lin: dark dust dispersion]

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Pushing open the door, I saw that Aya was awake, sitting at the table, playing with the m14ebr rifle that Qi Lin had left in the room because it was too long to carry.

"Are you... that older sister or younger sister?" Although the person who woke up this time seems to have a stronger personality from the other side, Qi Lin still decided to ask for insurance.

"Did you go to Saman's side?"

Lingkui raised her head and glanced at Qi Lin. The cold tone and the same cold eyes let Qi Lin know that his judgment was correct.

"Well, I went to investigate and got some interesting information." Qi Lin walked to the table, grabbed the glass with half a glass of water left, and was about to drink it, but the glass flew away from him involuntarily. The palm of his hand floated into the air.

"I've drunk this." Aya Kui said, Qi Lin only noticed that there was a subtle lip print on the edge of the cup.

"Really...you can stay in that kind of environment in the dungeon. You still care about this now?" Qi Lin muttered a little dissatisfiedly. He took out an unopened bottle of drinking water from his backpack and unscrewed it. Go down the bottle.

"what did you say?"

"It's nothing, by the way, have you figured out how to deal with the mutual aid association plan? If not, do you want to listen to my advice?"

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Southern District, Cathedral.

Bishop Saman was in his office looking at the report documents for the last week when a knock on the door suddenly rang.

"what's up?"

"Master Bishop, the misty-eyed knight who set out to **** the missionaries last night is back." A soft voice of a maid that Bishop Saman likes very much resounded outside the door.

"Misty eyes? Well, let him come up, I just have something." Saman pushed the gold wire glasses frame on the bridge of his nose as a second-level evolutionary. In fact, Saman has no problems with his eyesight. This is not worth it. The function of Philip's plain eyes is just an ornament for this nearly seventy-year-old old guy.

"Yes."

Five minutes later, the office door was knocked again, and a foggy voice sounded outside: "Master Bishop, I am back."

"Well, come in."

The office door was pushed open, fog eyes walked straight in, and knelt down on one knee five meters away from the huge walnut desk.

"Huh? How did you make it like this?"

Fogeye's current appearance can be said to be extremely embarrassed. The original clean white priest robe is covered with filth and blood stains, and there are many damages, and the combat uniform in the robe is not much better. There is still on the chest. Three shocking claw marks exposed the soft close-fitting armor worn inside.

"This mission we encountered a siege from zombies, and our subordinates broke through forcibly"

"Zombies? I know, let’s not mention that. Today, an assassin tried to sneak into the cathedral. Fortunately, he was discovered by a brave knight. Now I have issued a wanted order. However, the number of knights in our southern district is a bit short recently. Work hard, and take your people to join the raid.” Saman said casually while looking at a statistical file.

"Master Bishop... count me... we... only two people came back."

"Huh? What did you say?" Saman was stunned, moving his gaze from the file in his hand to Foggy Eye's body.

"There are too many zombies. We were forced to break through when we were surrounded by strongholds, and the missionaries could not be sent out... The mission failed..."

"...Misty Eye, what do you want me to say about you? Last time, when you caught that infidel, you broke most of your knights. I finally managed to withstand the pressure and let the knights take over your troops. Let’s add more, it’s better now. In just a few days, you are almost wiped out again? Who is responsible for this?"

"Master Bishop, I..."

"These knights are all heroic warriors of the Lord God. It is not easy to train each one. Moreover, your mission failed again this time. How do you tell me to report to the Archbishop?" Bishop Saman's tone began to become more and more severe. .

"Master Bishop, there are too many zombies"

"This is not a reason! Zombies, such low-level creatures, can you be surrounded by patrolling outposts? Don't think that you can be careless with the name of the Templars on your head. The Lord God never favors negligent guys. !"

"I……"

"This mission failed. Go back and report to the headquarters of the Knights. I will not share the responsibility for you anymore. Also, you have had a big problem with your recent state. I think you are not suitable for leading the knight to perform the mission. Let's go to the confessional for some retreat." Saman said sternly.

"...Thank you for your forgiveness, the bishop, the subordinate understands... In addition, the subordinate has a small request..." Foggy kneeled on the ground and bowed deeply, almost touching the floor with his head. Deep red long pile carpet.

"whats the matter?"

"May I ask how my sister has been in the parish recently? Can I see her?"

"Your sister..." Saman was stunned for a moment, the expression on his face was unnatural for a moment, but this change was not seen by the foggy eyes with his head down.

"Don't you live together in the real world? Why, she didn't tell you herself?"

"Uh...whenever my subordinates ask questions, my sister always dealt with a few sentences without mentioning them, so I still want to see with my own eyes how she is doing in the cathedral~www.wuxiaspot.com ~I hope that the bishop can fulfill this small wish of his subordinates."

"How is your life?" Saman squinted his eyes, and then asked, "Do you think we will treat the people below in the cathedral? In the words of you Chinese, touch your own conscience. , How did I treat you in the past, how did you climb to where you are now. In addition, if you insist on seeing her, that’s not a coincidence. Recently, there was a sacrifice on the holy ship that was short of people. The dispatch has passed, and it is estimated that it will take at least half a week to return. Okay, if you have nothing to do, you can withdraw."

"...Yes, may the glory of the Lord God bless you."

"May the Lord God bless you, next time, if you have such a basket, you can think about the consequences for yourself."

Coming out of Bishop Saman's office, when Fog Eye was about to reach the top of the stairs, a small roll of paper suddenly flew in front of him out of thin air, and then drew a weird circle under his nose.

"!"

Foggy Eye was startled, and he was about to stretch his hand to the holster around his waist, only to suddenly remember that when he entered the cathedral, all his weapons had been handed over to the Templars guarding the stairs on the first floor.

But the note didn't play any tricks anymore. After drawing a circle to attract the attention of the foggy eyes, it quietly floated to his feet.

Foggy looked around, and there was no one else in the corridor. Several windows inlaid with fine broken glass were also tightly closed, and the two Templar knights on the stairs did not look towards this side.

"strange……"

Muttering softly, Foggy Eyes bent down and picked up the piece of paper, and stretched it out on the palm of his hand with a thumb.

There is only a simple sentence on the note:

"Your sister is in the fourth room from the stairs on the second floor." 2k Novel Reading Network