"I……"

After hearing Noel's words, Luna was stunned.

Her words were held in her mouth.

She had noticed before that something was wrong with the atmosphere on the city wall.

Those players looked at the small boat as if they were enemies, and kept complaining about "being implicated" and "blaming the first player for taking a wrong approach." However, before that, in fact, when the Kraken attacked

At that time, they only had experience points in their eyes, but they actually rushed the fastest.

Once they are defeated, once the situation begins to reverse, they will be the first to complain.

Even Luna herself... realized with some shame that she seemed to have subconsciously put all the responsibility on Su Ming'an.

She even said something that should have nothing to do with it, "What is the first player thinking? Will we survive in the end?"

She subconsciously took Su Ming'an as the leader, and even placed her life and death on this question.

Even though she is not an ordinary player and has certain intelligence and strength, she has become unconsciously dependent on the first player, which is very scary for her.

"I have watched Su Mingan's live broadcast screen recording. I fast forwarded and watched all of his videos." Noel said this to Luna and others in front of the live broadcast room with hundreds of millions of views: "In the first

The second world is just that. At that time, the players were still relatively independent and not so dependent. By the fifth world... the players' mentality began to change.

Follow, encircle and suppress, imitate, assassinate...

They don't seem to focus on getting stronger and clearing the game, but instead turn the dungeon into a siege battle with the first player's boss, and even the channel chat can have the effect of being the first player's personal live broadcast room.

And now, this phenomenon is even more obvious.

Everyone... everyone's eyes were focused on him. Some of them even gave up thinking and just focused on looking at his shadow and following behind him.

The individual's initiative has been completely weakened by his influence. When they know that "the first player is also in this copy", many people's goals have changed like a metamorphosis.

... They have truly become a group that can be easily influenced, driven, and lose the ability to think - easily driven by his actions and easily affected by his words. Their eyes have gathered in one place uncontrollably.

"

He stared at Luna who said nothing and paused for a moment.

Luna lowered her eyelids slightly and frowned, as if she was also thinking.

Heavy snow fell on her hair, gradually covering it with white. Even the four armored team members following her were motionless at this time, like stone sculptures covered with snow.

The air seemed to freeze at this time.

"...But maybe this is what he wants." But at this moment, looking at her frown, Noel suddenly smiled.

"What?" Luna had not yet come out of her thoughts.

"The lighthouse theory has been proposed since the first world." Noel said, his voice was very low, almost whispering.

He turned around and raised the corners of his mouth: "...He is really a very foresighted person."

Luna was slightly stunned.

The moment he turned around, she saw his eyes were very bright.

...It was as if there was a bright fire burning in his eyes, the fire flickering.

He left very quickly, his short figure twisting and slipping away, as if he had planned to run away as soon as he finished speaking, without even leaving her a chance to ask further questions.

Her eyes were still confused, and she didn't understand why Noel was so happy.

But when she thought about what he just said, her expression gradually became serious.

...the lighthouse theory?

It seems that she needs to study this thing after this copy is over.

It doesn't seem to be just an evil statement used to confuse low-level players.

She stood there, the wind and snow pressing on her shoulders.

In her field of vision, in the channel chat, players were still communicating.

"Where is the number one player? Shouldn't he be responsible for handling this matter?"

"Yes, if it weren't for him, our dungeon wouldn't be so difficult at all! Players who don't participate in the sea feast will be able to live well!"

"Don't scold him yet, just wait for his next move. The first player is probably going to have a hard time. I just saw him at the dock. He was covered in blood and looked very weak. He should be fighting against the Siren King.

It took him a lot of effort, and he is probably still lying down to recuperate. Please stop saying a few words, the weather is very evil today, and people are really tired..."

"Yeah, maybe he's still recovering from his injuries somewhere. I don't know if he needs any care. I see that none of his teammates are around. It's such a cold weather..."

…

"Crackling".

The warm firelight dances in the room where the temperature is gradually rising.

The shadow of the flame swayed on the yellow wall, and the air he breathed in was particularly warm.

Su Mingan was lying on the sofa, keeping warm in an extremely comfortable posture.

A large heater made of flames was placed next to him, and the heat burned his hands that were soaked in sea water and looked blue and white. Waves of warm current gradually flowed into his limbs and bones.

The player's channel chat, shouting "This weather is so fucking freezing," appeared in the lower left corner of his field of vision.

Since the houses near the South District Pier were temporarily requisitioned by local soul hunters, the players who were busy moving bricks were as cold as dogs.

But all this has nothing to do with him.

Because it's really warm inside.

He raised his head.

The knight sitting opposite was writing quickly with his head down.

The firelight danced on Sherrod's somewhat pale face, and his slightly longer temple hair stuck to his ears. Perhaps because he had not had a good rest for a few nights, there was a very obvious blue and black under his eyes.

"I hope... to reach that happy place immediately." He murmured in a low voice, and Praya's words continued to be written under his pen:

"It looks like beautiful fertile land from a distance, a... fertile scene, containing lovely treasures."

As he wrote this, his pen paused.

"The next sentence is, such people are the happiest and happiest." Su Mingan continued.

As he spoke, he bit into the chocolate that replenished his energy and felt that the chocolate was all warm.

"Thank you." Xie Lude immediately lowered his head and wrote this sentence.

Su Mingan took a look and saw that the new pages of the notebook on Xie Lude's lap were almost full.

Just now, Sherrod asked many questions.

He asked about the taste of chocolate, what Christmas is, the poems the young couple read, and what the distant world looks like.

Like a child who has just opened the door to a new world, he is like a sponge absorbing water, eagerly asking for stories about the new world.

"Spencer, love sonnets." Su Mingan looked at the text that Xie Lude continued to write: "There are actually players who are still in the mood to read poems in the dungeon?"

"When I was patrolling the royal city, I saw a noble man and woman walking." Xie Lude said: They were chatting about poetry."

"Enjoy the hardship." Su Mingan said.

He glanced at the system prompt that just sounded. Xie Lude's favorability level was now 75.

"Yes, it's very romantic." Xie Lude said with a smile: "I have only read sacred texts and oracles before, but I have never heard of such a poem. Changying likes this."

Speaking of his sister, his eyes dimmed a little, but quickly returned to normal.

Regarding what he calls "sacred texts and oracles," his attitude is not as respectful as before.

His faith has been broken.

The god who controls humans and soul tribes to fight each other is completely contrary to the image of the benevolent, kind, just and great Yunshangcheng god he believes in.

The princess whose soul has been corrupted and is willing to transform into the Siren King is completely inconsistent with the image of the dignified, beautiful, noble and kind royal princess that he swore.

Half is faith in gods, half is loyalty to loyalists.

But now, both of them were bloodily torn apart in front of him, revealing the ugly reality beneath the disguise.

Even his only support, his sister Changying, has not been heard from.

He was extremely confused for a moment.

Everything he had learned and believed in burst like bubbles before his eyes. Even though he was still standing on this familiar land, he was still like a ship lost in the sea.

"Captain." Sherrod looked at him: "I still don't understand why you did these things."

In his eyes, if Su Mingan did not choose to take action against the princess, the princess would not be so desperate that she would completely sacrifice herself and transform into the Siren King.

If Su Mingan did not rule Praia, the Kraken would not attack the city. The current situation would not be so difficult at all, and so many people would not die.

In fact, he was not angry at Su Ming'an's behavior, nor did he think it was a rebellious behavior.

However, the calm on the surface is also calm. If the peace in Praia can be continued, there is nothing wrong with maintaining the lies of the gods and the mask of Princess Tulip.

The stability of Praia is built on the sacrifices of several generations. It has experienced disasters and ups and downs, and it has been extremely difficult every time. This kind of stability is too scarce and too rare. No one hopes that it will be lost because of a sword attack.
To be continued...