I Am the God of Games

When Gerald awoke, he found himself lying naked on a crude wooden bed, wrapped in a crude linen sheet. Yu Qiao's chest muscles.

The sunlight outside the window was projected into the room, judging from the temperature, it should be close to noon.

Gerald raised his hand to cover his forehead, feeling a constant dull pain in his brain, and also an inexplicable sense of thirst in his throat.

Although he had never had such an experience before, he quickly judged that he might be in a hangover state.

What happened yesterday? Why is there a burning pain in the buttocks besides the head?

Gerald looked around subconsciously, and found that he was in a small room. From the various furnishings that were slightly smaller than the size used by humans, he could vaguely know that this was a long-eared room. Clan's room.

On the other side of the room, the young man who dragged him to drink last night was sitting on a chair, with a tired and suspicious expression on his face, staring out the window in a daze.

"Sorry, can I have a glass of water?" Gerald asked the other party.

Edward was obviously taken aback. Seeing Gerald standing up, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: "You're awake...well, water, right? Wait a minute."

After taking the wooden cup handed over by Edward, Gerald took a sip of water and found that Edward was looking at him with hesitant eyes. He couldn't help asking strangely: "What's wrong? Did something happen yesterday?"

"No, nothing! Absolutely nothing happened!"

Edward immediately denied it.

It's just that the excited attitude made Gerald feel that something must have happened yesterday...

As an aristocrat, even if Gerald is still a virgin, it is not unreasonable to say how unstained he is, and he does not know any dirty things.

Since there is mud all around him, he has naturally heard some absurd things circulating in the aristocratic circles, among which male aristocrats fighting bayonets with their adopted male pets are nothing new.

Thinking of this, and recalling the unfamiliar burning pain in his buttocks, Gerald's face suddenly changed.

"Did nothing really happen yesterday?" So he asked again very seriously.

"No, it's nothing..." Edward was overwhelmed by his aura for a moment, and his speech was intermittent and vague.

This gesture made Gerald even more certain about something.

Wasn't it stabbed? Could it be that the bright red grilled chicken wings I ate last in my memory were dry?

So he narrowed his eyes and asked Edward, "What about my clothes?"

"Um, yesterday you... got dirty after falling asleep, so I asked the women of the long-eared tribe to help rinse it." Edward tried hard to choose the words.

Well, this time it is completely stone hammered and even the clothes can be stained, how intense it must be!

Gerald was a little sluggish. Apart from losing the sense of loss that he felt the first time without realizing it, what made him even more unacceptable was Edward's attitude.

Judging from the submissive appearance of the other party, it is definitely not what the perpetrator should look like, but more like the victim... Could it be that he forced the other party to do it after he was drunk?

"Well..." Gerald said tentatively, "I will take responsibility."

"Really!" The expression on Edward's face obviously relaxed a lot.

This allowed Gerald to confirm his crime even more.

In the midst of depression, Gerald was already thinking about going back to Lancaster City to resign as a city lieutenant to the city lord. The knight made such a big mistake, and he was no longer qualified to be a knight.

"This is my first time, I don't know how to be responsible..." Although there were many thoughts in his mind, Gerald continued calmly.

"Ah, just pay."

"Isn't it too hasty?!"

Gerald stared at Edward dumbfounded, with an indescribable feeling in his heart: As long as you pay, anyone can do it!

"I think this is enough. The general cost is about 200 Rien, but yesterday's one was too exciting... Considering the psychological impact, it is about 500 Rien (about 1000 soft based on consumption power)."

"It's so cheap!"

Gerald felt that the world view he had finally repaired was crumbling again.

"This much is enough. In addition, these are the clothes prepared by the long-eared tribe for you. Although they may be a little smaller, let's deal with them first." Edward seemed a lot more relaxed: "Hurry up and change, we have to prepare to return The Eastern Continent."

After Gerald changed his clothes in a daze and followed Edward out of the cabin, the two walked towards the place where the resurrection stone was.

Along the way, Gerald felt that many long-eared people were looking at him with strange eyes, but when he saw them, they would immediately look away. This strange but somewhat indifferent and disgusting attitude was obviously related to Treat other people (players) completely differently,

In addition, Gerald also met a few of Edward's teammates. Although he had a comrade-in-arms feeling in the previous battle, the other party only greeted him a little bit, with a stiff smile on his face, and it seemed that he was not interested in meeting him. This thing is kind of embarrassing.

It made Gerald even more sure that he had done something unforgivable.

It was only after he and Edward walked away that Joe knocked on the head of Goudan next to him.

"Let you encourage people to eat perverted spicy grilled wings, now it's alright, something is wrong with eating!" Qiao complained in a low voice: "He is not a player, he cannot be resurrected after death! When he was directly cut into pieces yesterday, I was really terrified."

Goudan curled his lips: "Who knew he couldn't help being spicy... He actually broke his stomach because of it, and sprayed the whole square..."

Alina, who was eating snacks next to her, kicked down the dog who wanted to continue talking expressionlessly, and then beat the guy together with Joe.

Joe's expression was pale: "Don't remind me, bastard! Do you know how long it took us to pack those things with the long-eared people! I was planning to ask other players to help bring that guy back to Lancaster today, but Now only Edward dares to stay with that guy! If Uncle Manie finds out about this, he might have to deal with you!"

After arriving at the Resurrection Stone, Edward returned to the nameless town with Gerald without much hesitation.

"What are your plans next?" Edward asked.

"Go back to Lancaster City... I originally came here to become Mr. Magne's guard, and now that Mr. Magne is gone, I can only go back..."

Before Gerald could finish his lonely words, they were completely stuck in his throat.

He looked at the figure walking towards them in front of him with an extremely shocked expression.

"Mama mama..."

Magne glanced at Gerald, who kept repeating a syllable like a broken repeater, and nodded slightly: "It's just in time, I need your help with something."