Alien Knights

It has been a week since the cavalry ambush, and the lives of residents in Muxi Town have gradually returned to calm.

Unlike the people in the surrounding villages and towns who go to bed early at eight o'clock, the people in Muxi Town have a higher and higher demand for night entertainment. For example, the tavern that was originally open until nine o’clock would be required to extend its closing time to eleven o’clock; those vulgar skits on the square would be required to increase the number of performances from the original three to five; small vendors from the surrounding areas would have to increase the inventory in their bags by another 30% when they came to the town to set up stalls. Although these recreational activities are still very simple and rudimentary, they are already an inseparable part of the daily life of the townspeople.

In the newly planned commercial area of ​​the town, a new tavern was built, named "Come Again Tomorrow".

No one knows who the owner of the shop is or how the tavern opened. People only know that the ale in this tavern is not watered down and tastes more refreshing than other peers, and the price is reasonable; the tables and chairs are also well maintained, the floor is always clean, and there is no strange smell in the whole store; because it follows the taboos of the church, although gambling is not allowed in the store, it will always turn a blind eye to those small games of a few coins.

Therefore, at night, this tavern is very busy and hard to find. Residents who have worked hard during the day meet three or five friends at night, bring playing cards, grab a table, buy a half-barrel of ale, order a few small dishes, chat and play cards, and the happy time will soon pass.

Tonight, a new snack on the menu is served in the tavern - fried twist. The chefs in the back kitchen beat the whole wheat flour into batter, and then knead it into round slices for frying. According to the taste of the guests, some food is wrapped inside. For example, a piece of fruit, a few small shrimps, or a piece of fish. If you meet those guests who are relatively well-off, they don't mind wrapping it with a layer of honey or sprinkling some fine salt.

A plate of ten slices, three Bronze Stars, plus additional ingredients.

For this new dish, after a few regular customers tried it, almost all the customers in the tavern fell in love with this snack. While the people were full of praise, they also started chatting one after another, chatting about snacks.

A young man in a pullover linen jacket took a sip of ale, threw out the cards in his hand, picked up a piece of fried twist, looked at it carefully, and said to his companion at the table: "I have eaten this stuff before."

The person at the same table glanced at him suspiciously.

Looking at the eyes of his companions, the young man became anxious, swallowed the snack in his mouth desperately, took a gulp of ale, patted his chest, and said loudly: "Do you know the "Sister Hotel" in the town? There is this snack! It's just more delicate, with nuts and candied fruit on top!"

The companion's expression of suspicion became more obvious, and there was even a bit of sarcasm in his tone: "Lin En, do you know how expensive it is? Any dish is enough for a family's weekly expenses."

The young man named Lynn gave the other party a look of contempt: "Just two weeks ago, the vice president of the guild took me there and arranged for a distinguished guest to stay. I was lucky enough to eat the best meal I have ever eaten in my life, cheese fish soup, ham stewed cabbage, Delors assortment..."

"It doesn't sound that different."

Lynn took another sip of beer, shook his head and said, "No, it's completely different from the dishes we used to eat. I don't know how to describe the taste, it's the best in the world! I almost swallowed my tongue! By the way, there are such snacks in it."

The companion expressed doubts again: "Is it really so delicious?"

Lynn nodded heavily.

"Hey, look over there." Another companion on the table deliberately lowered his voice to attract others' attention.

Lynn followed the sound and saw that six sergeants wearing exactly the same casual clothes were sitting at the innermost table. Compared with other guests in the tavern, their tall and straight posture and quiet dining seemed a bit out of place.

Lin En turned around, lowered his body a little, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think those people...?"

The companion put the cards on the table, and said with a slanted body: "I heard that these people are soldiers of the kingdom. They just joined the church a few days ago and are now the guards of the Holy Son. I also heard..."

He lowered his voice a little more: "These people defeated several times the number of enemy troops, obtained a large amount of captured money, and dedicated it to the church."

Lynn heard a word and asked involuntarily, "Enemy army?"

"I heard it is the army of the kingdom."

"The army of the kingdom? Why do you want to fight them?"

The companion's voice was barely audible: "There are gossip that there are a group of nobles in the kingdom who are jealous of the miracle of Muxi Town and want to get their hands on the wealth here several times. Inspired by the power of the Heavenly Father, these soldiers joined the church and fought against the invading nobles."

Lynn's eyes widened: "The land in Muxi Town should be the property of the church, these nobles dare to hit the church's head, are they crazy?"

The companion glanced at him and patted him on the shoulder: "You just moved here from the east, so I'm afraid you don't know some inside information. The relationship between the kingdom and the church has been tense, and it has not been a day or two. What's more, the Lord Son of God, took in many escaped serfs from the nearby nobles, which made the relationship between Muxi Town and the nobles of the kingdom even worse."

"Let me tell you, let these nobles go to hell!" Another person on the table put the wooden wine glass heavily on the table, resentful: "I was doing some small business in Yinhuan City, and these nobles thought of ways to increase taxes every day, just to take out the last copper in our pockets!"

Seeing someone getting emotional, his companion quickly changed the subject: "Lin En, you are still tinkering with your set...what is it called...the pendulum?"

Hearing someone mention this, Lin En's eyes lit up: "That's right, I found a like-minded monk a few days ago, and I made many discoveries! Have you ever seen the chandelier blown up by the wind in the church? It swings back and forth very rhythmically. Although the amplitude of the swing is different, I have calculated the time required to go back and forth with my own pulse, but they are all the same..."

Listening to Lin En's eloquent speech, the companion immediately regretted and wanted to slap himself.

Fortunately, the chat topic on the next table diverted everyone's attention in time.

"Have you ever heard of 'Lone Wolf'?!"

At the next table, a man who looked like a businessman stood on a chair with one foot, waving his hands in the air, and introduced his experience to others: "Last week, my friend and I followed a convoy to a mine in the north to purchase goods. On the way back, we were ambushed by robbers! Most of the guards in the convoy were killed or injured in just a few minutes under the attack of a dozen robbers."

The merchant picked up the wooden cup on the table and took a sip of the wine.

Others urged: "What happened next? What happened later? Tell me!"

"Just when I thought I was going to die this time, an arrow shot out from the woods and pierced the back of a robber's head. A shadow jumped down from the tree, and the "Lone Wolf" appeared! His head was like a wolf, with sharp and sharp teeth, and such long claws..."

Hearing this, some audience members asked: "Claws? Then how did he shoot arrows?"

The merchant glanced at the speaker: "Who said you can't shoot arrows with your claws? If you don't believe me, go home and try it slowly! I continued, the dozen or so robbers were under his claws, and they didn't support a few times at all. They disemboweled him, cut his throat and so on, and there were blood and limbs everywhere! The most amazing thing is that the wounds left by the robbers on his body can heal instantly!"

As if recalling that astonishing scene, the merchant swallowed: "Whether it was a sword piercing the body, an ax slashing the chest, or even cutting the throat with a dagger, all the wounds on the "Lone Wolf" healed instantly..."

"Then he is a heterogeneous, the 'devil's posthumous son'! A synonym for evil!"

An abrupt voice interrupted the former's narration.

The merchant followed the sound displeasedly.

Several small town residents who were sitting together raised the cross on their chests with their hands, repeating words like "Alien species are the embodiment of evil" loudly.

The merchant thumped the table angrily, and shouted tit-for-tat: "I don't know if the alien species are evil! I don't know if they are demons! But the "lone wolf" saved my life from the robbers!"

To the surprise of his companions, Lin En suddenly stood up at this time and supported the merchant's statement. He said: "I think aliens are aliens. They have strange abilities, but they are not different from us in essence, just like some of us can run faster than others and jump higher than others!"

Several townspeople denounced their faith loudly and insisted that the indiscriminate talk blasphemed the Holy Spirit.

Soon, the people in the tavern were divided into two factions. One group believes that as long as they are alien species, they are all evil, and they must be malicious when they approach us; the other group believes that alien species are no different from ordinary people, and there are good people and bad people among them. "

In order to argue about this matter in the tavern, there was a lot of noise.

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Late that night, after greeting Huggins who was guarding the door, Rachel came to Todd's small laboratory building.

Looking at the half-covered door, the woman knocked on the door carefully while asking. When she heard a "come in" from inside, she opened the door and walked into the room full of equipment and bottles.

To her surprise, Todd was not outside.

Seeing some light coming from under the door leading to the back room, Rachel came to the back door and knocked on the door again.

"Come in, Rachel, but watch your step, it's a mess."

Hearing Todd's words, the woman slowly opened the door and walked into the back room of the small experimental building for the first time.

A huge square glass culture tank, connected to various pipes, a metal sealed tank that keeps making strange noises, and a wooden container that is somewhat similar to a bath tub.

Todd was standing in front of a row of iron cages, observing the things in the iron cages by the candlelight in the room.

Rachel leaned forward and saw a group of little white mice running around, but they were carrying a strange thing on their backs—somewhat like a breastplate made of steel, and several limbs glowing with black iron, sticking out from the breastplate and attached to the limbs of the mice.

Suppressing the doubts in her heart, Rachel first said what she wanted to report.

"About the Randall thing, there's been some talk about him in town today."

Todd stood up straight and said, "What do people think?"

The woman tilted her head and replied: "There are good and bad... Some people recognize the existence of righteous aliens because of him; but there are also many people who insist that aliens are evil."

"Is there a list of supporters?"

Rachel took out a piece of paper and said, "I have written down the name, occupation, life and other information of people who have a crush on the alien species. I have selected a few more suitable people, and we can carry out the second step of our plan."

Todd took the paper, looked at it carefully for a while, nodded and said: "Let's start the second step of the plan. Remember, as for the alien species responsible for contacting these people, try to choose some smart and friendly people..."

Rachel smiled and said yes.

Five days later, a sixteen-year-old woman came to Lynn's door. She claimed to be a refugee from the south, hoping to find a job in his shop to support her younger brother.