Chapter 745 - My Ult Is Waiting (1/2)
“Brothers, I’m just telling stories here. Why are you accusing me of spreading pornography?” Surrounded by the cavalrymen, the streamer Don’t Tie the Knot, whose nickname in the game was Galen, wasn’t nervous at all. “Also, how can I possibly be related to the evil gods?”
The leading cavalryman smiled wickedly. “Someone has reported that you spread pornography and you’re related to evil gods, so come with us.”
Seeing the weird smile on the leading cavalryman’s face, how could Galen not know what happened?
He narrowed his eyes and looked around at the cavalrymen, before he said coldly, “I don’t know who’s trying to set me up, but don’t forget that I’m a Golden Son.”
“I know that you are a Golden Son.” The leading cavalryman took out a piece of paper and waved it cockily, before he remarked, “It’s mentioned here. We’re just following the rules. You must come with us and make a statement. Of course, you can resist or kill us. I know how strong the Golden Sons are. We’re not scared of death. Do you dare to kill us?”
He couldn’t have sounded more arrogant.
Galen’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pit.
The audience in his stream channel all commented after seeing that.
“He must’ve pissed off someone. There’s no telling who it was.”
“He has pissed off too many NPCs. Didn’t he beat up a small noble’s son earlier?”
“A small noble can’t possibly mobilize such a team of elite riders.”
“There must be a big shot behind this.”
The audience was quite astute and quickly spoke out the truth.
Galen thought the same.
He looked around and suddenly shouted, “Get out! I know you’re here.”
Very soon, a Lancer came out.
Unlike the other riders, he had a unique vibe that was proud and somewhat hilarious.
He was clearly a player.
He spurred his horse forward and slowly reached Galen, before he shook his head helplessly. “I didn’t want to show up. You could’ve saved some dignity for both of us, couldn’t you?”
“It’s you?”
The guy was a celebrity among the players.
He was the first player to become a Lancer, a special class.
The guide on the transformation of Lancers, entitled Lancer’s Deja Vu with a video, was posted by him.
The awesome drifting of the horse opened everybody’s eyes.
“It’s me.” He smiled in quite a complicated way.
He seemed to be laughing at him, but in a very gentle manner.
Many people knew the player’s name. It was Pullman. He was better known as the rider on the horse.
Galen looked at him and asked in confusion, “Have I ever wronged you?”
“No, you haven’t, but I’ve been ordered to arrest you.”
Galen snorted. “You were hiding because you knew that the order was unreasonable, right? You are a player too. Why would you stand behind evil?”
Pullman trotted around him on the horse. “Why? Because I’m the sheriff of this territory and I’m responsible for the safety and conflicts in the entire area.”
“But no conflicts happened here. I didn’t attack anyone,” said Galen, one word after another.
“That’s your opinion,” said Pullman unconcernedly. “My order is to take you back and ask you questions.”
“What if I don’t go with you?” Galen snorted.
Pullman shrugged. “That’s your choice. But we’ll be forced to use violence.”
The previous leading cavalryman interjected: “Boss, you don’t need to do anything. Let us handle it. He can kill us if he thinks he’s capable.”
Galen took a deep breath. “I can leave with you, as soon as you answer one question for
me.”
“What is it?” Pullman asked.
If possible, he didn’t want to attack a player either.
“Who ordered you to come here?”
Pullman replied with a smile, “Earl Govas, the local lord.”
Galen frowned. “I’ve never done anything to him. Why does he want to arrest me?”
“Who knows?” Pullman shrugged and said, “I’m just carrying out orders.”
“Okay, let’s go.” Galen decided to give in for now. “But I’m rather curious. Isn’t it embarrassing for you to take orders from a feudal lord?”
Pullman burst into laughter. “That question is moot. Have you ever worked in a private company in reality?”
“Sure.”
“Why do you work for the capitalists? Is it any more dignifying than working for a feudal lord?” Pullman let out mocking laughter.
Galen instantly fell silent. He too knew that it was just the pot calling the kettle black.
Their conversation was streamed too.
The audience all commented.
“Wow, Pullman is quite witty!”
“A capitalist’s lackey versus a feudal lord’s minion.”
“Who’s messing with our streamer? If I learn his name, I’m going to… pray for him every day.”
“Has Galen’s farming dream in the alternative world been shattered already?”
In fact, after Galen was taken to the lord’s residence, nobody asked him any questions. He was directly thrown in jail.
He was given three meals every day, but the guards didn’t talk to him at all.
Also, a lot of other prisoners were kept in the jail.
Most of them were bandits and thieves.
Two of them were even players.
Galen would’ve been bored to death if he didn’t chat with them across the bars.
He asked curiously, “Why are you not running?”
“Run?” said one of the Rogue players helplessly. “Right now, the local lords of Hollevin have all hired a lot of players as their advisors and fighters. They know us too well and are waiting for us to run, which will trigger hunting quests and give them a lot of EXP after they kill us! They’re treating us as EXP gifts.”
Galen took a deep breath.
“They’re waiting precisely for us to escape. Don’t fall for their trap,” remarked the other Rogue player. “So, we’ll wait until they set us free.”
“But they’re not asking me any questions,” said Galen helplessly. “Am I going to be locked in here forever?”
One of the Rogues said with a smile, “That won’t happen. You’ll probably be set free after a dozen days. Do you think your food here is free? Usually, when they find that you’re very patient and won’t escape, they’ll just release you.” Oh!
Galen understood.
However, things turned out unlike what he anticipated.
The two Rogues were set free a dozen days later, but he was jailed for an entire month.