Captain Duncan withdrew from the game with a puzzled look on his face. Looking at the familiar environment around him, he vaguely remembered that he had accepted the order to lead the advance team to the far south in the game. He also remembered that the party had encountered many hardships in the sea, and finally saw the coastline in the far south.
And then what happened? Why did you log out of the game? Did you have a sudden death?
Sudden death is a normal experience for American players. Due to the huge difference in strength between players and the indigenous people of the new world, every day American players are killed by the aborigines in a muddle headed way.
As a senior officer, he lived in an independent cottage with four contract slaves.
Compared with the traditional slaves in the viceroy, contract slaves are undoubtedly a more progressive system. They are not so much slaves as poor servants with low wages. With the wealth of Colonel Duncan, he can certainly afford more contract slaves, and he can also spend more money to buy a few real slaves.
But the political wind in the D.C. area was de slavery, and as a young senior officer, Colonel Duncan had to lead by example.
"Tim, Tim, where are you?" Captain Duncan walked out of his bedroom with his body full of connectors left by the implants: "make me a cup of coffee, let Ali warm up the bathroom, I''ll take a bath, and when I''m done, I''ll see a big lunch."
Colonel Duncan stretched out and took the bathrobe from the slave: "contact the Military Commission and tell them that the mission to support the far south has failed and that I am dead in the game."
Tim nodded in silence. As a slave, he had never been to the game world. He didn''t know if it was good news for him.
It sounds like a world full of hope. Maybe in that world, he is no longer a slave and can be a free man, but no slave who has entered the game world has ever come back. This result makes Tim feel a little afraid of that world.
For Tim, Captain Duncan is a good master. He has no bad habits and no habit of abusing slaves. As long as he completes his assigned work, he can live a stable life. Of course, the best thing is that he seldom stays at home or leaves the imaginary world.
Under Tim''s command, the other slaves quickly completed everything that Colonel Duncan ordered, while Tim used temporary authority to connect with the Military Council of Colonel Duncan.
"My Lord, I am captain Duncan''s indentured slave, Tim. On my master''s command, I put through this communication and report to you that my master said that the mission to support far south had failed and that he had been killed in another world." Tim carefully chooses the words to avoid upsetting people on the other side of the communicator.
"What are you talking about? Didn''t they give you brains when you were on the production line? " To Tim''s surprise, however, there was a voice of blame on the other side of the communicator: "turn to Duncan right now, you poor protein synthesis. If I know you''re secretly authorized by Duncan to make this prank call, I''ll throw you into the blender and stir it into paste!"
This threat is not just a verbal threat to Tim. He rushes into the bathroom on the second floor with a communicator. Tim doesn''t know what he did wrong, but it seems that the adults on the other side of the communicator are quite angry.
"Master! Master Tim ignored the frightened eyes of the slave Ali. He had some hidden feelings for her, but he didn''t care about it: "that adult wants to talk to you directly!"
As soon as Colonel Duncan had just immersed himself in the bathtub, Tim interrupted his enjoyment. With a look of discontent, Tim took over the communicator: "what''s the matter? Did that donkey annoy you
"Colonel Duncan, your slave just told me that the mission to support far south failed and that you were killed in the game, right?" Asked the man in military uniform on the other side of the communicator.
"That''s right, sir. As soon as we saw the coastline in the far south, we were killed by something we didn''t know. I didn''t even touch the sand in the far south." Captain Duncan didn''t feel that his defeat was a loss to the US empire. They landed far south only because of political needs.
"You informed me of your successful landing 45 days before the game time. Nine days ago, you told me that you met a green humanoid creature, not a green skin, but a brand-new species. The other party took you to an underground base far south." The uniformed man looked at Duncan seriously: "seven days ago, you reported that you got some clues, which may be related to the reality. Now, you tell me that you haven''t even landed far south?"
"What?" Captain Duncan looked at his superiors for some unknown reason: "I landed far south 45 days ago?"
The uniformed man looked at Duncan''s reaction, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "looking at the past love, I''ll give you two hours to sort out your memory, and then report back to me. If you really lose your memory, there may be a higher department involved in this matter."
"Yes, sir!" Captain Duncan saluted and fell into meditation in the water bath. He kept recalling his last memory. However, his brain, like a joke, stubbornly told him that his last picture before he died was his own damned warship.Tim and Ali did not even dare to come out of the atmosphere. They held their breath carefully and waited beside them. They did not dare to open their mouth or retreat.
However, the original clear warm water of the bathtub is becoming turbid, as if there are living things rolling under the water surface. Allie''s face is frightened, but under the pressure of the host, she still dare not make a sound. She just kneels on the ground and keeps away from the bathtub.
Tim dimly saw something the size of a mouse swimming under the water against captain Duncan''s chest, with messy scales, but he didn''t seem to notice.
"Master?" Tim carefully opened his mouth and called out, and at this time, Ali was already paralyzed. Just now, a slender tentacle like an earthworm suddenly got out of the bathtub and swept over the place where Ali knelt before.
Tim took a step back, but the wet ally held him in his lap, and he couldn''t move. He glanced around, grabbed a retro razor that Colonel Duncan used to shave his beard. He said again, "how are you, master?"
Colonel Duncan looked up with a genial smile: "of course, I''ve never been better."
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