Twins?!
What twins?!
Who are twins?!
"Ridiculous! Absurd!"
To everyone's surprise, the strongest reaction came not from the players, but from the 'ghost'.
The whole thing is going to be a mess.
Because the keywords are different for each instance, this is the first time the ghost has encountered the crucial clue of 'twins,' and its worldview is about to collapse.
"Twins?" 'It' suddenly remembered something. "No way?"
In the past, 'it' would occasionally dream of strange scenes. In the dream, 'it' would become another person, a worker.
But the ghost always regarded it as some kind of vicious curse, that someone was cursing 'it', turning 'it' into a lowly person, toiling away all day long.
The ghost clutched its head, desperately trying to think and remember.
Those fragments of memory, tinged with the yellow hue of time, kept flashing through my mind: greeting people, working, playing, happy, painful...
It's a life completely different from 'its' daily routine.
The strangers in the fragments looked over and greeted 'it' with great joy, opening their mouths as if to shout: ...
What were they shouting? What names were they calling out?
The ghost's eyes widened slightly. It had a strange feeling that someone was watching it and its memories at this very moment.
"Who exactly is it?"
No players died that night.
In the past, in low- and mid-tier games, one character would die every night in a dungeon as a sacrifice. In high-tier games, either no one dies, or a whole bunch of characters die.
It's amazing.
Ren Yifei, who wasn't really interested in looking for 'ghosts,' glanced at the information update and went to work. He hadn't slept well last night and had many dreams.
I don't know if it's because I think about it during the day and dream about it at night, but these dreams are all about the nobles of this world.
Look at them, doing nothing, living in extravagance and debauchery.
"This is the first time I've felt that the life of a canary is so terrifying." That kind of closed, almost imprisoned environment could drive a normal person insane. No wonder the nobles all seem so eccentric.
Ren Yifei wasn't interested; he continued practicing his archery. The other players, however, were quite excited, hoping to get a Ghost Card.
There are only a few male nobles, and with this crucial clue, the true identity of the 'ghost' is basically locked in.
It is common knowledge that most nobles were born to queens, who were heroic mothers who could give birth to a dozen or twenty children at a time. In such cases, it would be inaccurate to say they were twins.
However, there is another situation, namely male nobles born into the working class and the military class.
Moreover, such situations are recorded in detail and are easy to find.
"Find a male nobleman who wasn't born to the Queen, and you're basically set." The player already had a direction.
Saman has already touched the edge of the truth.
He hadn't returned the household registration information he received yesterday, so he flipped through it early this morning and found a record of twins giving birth to a nobleman that year.
In the spring, a soldier and civilian couple gave birth to twins, one of whom became a nobleman.
The record contains only this one sentence: who are the soldiers and civilians? Nobody knows. Who are the nobles? Nobody says. And who is the child? Nobody says either.
That alone isn't enough to lock onto the target.
As the person in charge, Saman had a lot of authority, and he immediately asked for the records of the nobles' daily lives.
Comparing the records from eighteen years ago one by one, and flipping through more than a dozen pages, Saman found the male nobleman who had suddenly appeared that spring.
The character "圣" in "圣春" indicates that he was a nobleman, while "春" in "圣春" means that he was born in spring.
The daily life records of nobles are described in great detail for each noble, including Shengchun.
From a young age, Shengchun was more curious than other nobles. He wanted to try everything himself, and the soldiers and civilians who took care of him always lived in fear, because they could easily become his experimental subjects.
The author even added a note: This was a special nobleman; he was very intelligent.
This daily record also documents an important event concerning Shengchun.
It is said that when he was five years old, Shengchun learned about 'fire' from somewhere and insisted on using fire to cook food, so he conducted experiments with fire.
However, a small accident occurred during that experiment, resulting in Shengchun's face being disfigured. Afterwards, he became silent.
Shengchun loved books; his room was filled with them. He was also quite eccentric and disliked socializing. You didn't need to ask; his servants all had a ton of complaints about this.
"Sometimes he seems like a completely different person. One moment he cherishes books, the next he knocks them over. In short, he's very strange."
"It seems that the true form of the 'ghost' can be confirmed."
Disfigured, the room is full of books... This is the nobleman who was transmigrated by the player and has unfortunately died in the wedding flight.
On this day, those who were moving continued moving, and those who were working continued working. The players arrived at Shengchun's room on the fifth floor.
Anyway, there's no one on the fifth floor now. No nobles are here, no soldiers or civilians are here. It's like an undefended back garden. You can come and go as you please.
So the three players appeared here at the same time, all for the same purpose.
"Oh, look at this." A player discovered a surprise. "How to escape death during the wedding flight." A piece of paper tucked inside a bedtime story described how male nobles could protect themselves as much as possible during the wedding flight.
"He knew about nuptial flights and that male ants were disposable."
While other nobles were clueless and knew nothing, Gui was already planning for his future.
"Life is tough for males in the animal kingdom. Male praying mantises become food for pregnant females, male bees have their penises cut off after mating with princess bees, and most male ants die." It's heartbreaking to hear and tearful to see.
After quickly searching through the books in the room, the players found that the books Sheng Chun had opened the most were the records from before the divine descent, and there were also two books written by an honest man about the life of a nobleman.
Why are they called honest people? Because for decades after the divine descent, they deliberately concealed the Queen's existence.
Before the divine descent, it was only mentioned that the queen and nobles led the people to accept the deity.
After the divine intervention, these people used a roundabout way of writing, saying that the queen became a sacrifice and flew away to the divine kingdom to enjoy bliss.
Only a fool... cough, only someone with unwavering conviction would so earnestly record the real lives of nobles and queens before the divine descent.
Back then, they had farmland and pastures. Of course, it can't compare to modern times, but they did have cultivated land, their own food, and their own livestock.
The queen and nobles occupied 80 percent of the land and had many servants.
"Oh, so he's a 'restorer.' He wants to go back to his old life, he doesn't want to be a mascot anymore, he just wants real power." The players understood.
"Then what would this obsession be? Restoration?"
If this person's obsession leads to restoration, then... considering the current plight of the nobles, the player shudders, "Wow, so tragic, so truly tragic." Whether or not restoration occurs, simply surviving is a stroke of luck.
"Keep an eye on the laborers and commoners who shot the nobles. If there are players among them, they will be the first target of the devil."
The players in the worker group think the same way.
During the event of shooting down nobles that day, there happened to be a player whose skills were related to ranged attacks, and he took down a noble with a single arrow. He made a great contribution to facilitating cooperation between the two sides.
She was feeling very uneasy, as if she was being watched.
So the player, with items in his left hand and a ghost card in his right, prepared to confront the ghost head-on.
"Enemy attack!" Sure enough, a sound came from outside, but the direction was a little wrong. It wasn't from the left or the right, but from upstairs.
The player came out of the house and stood with the other anxious NPCs: "What happened?"
"Enemy attack." The guards told them to stay calm. "It's just the second floor, where the soldiers and civilians are."
The person attacked was neither a player nor an NPC who had participated in the hunt for nobles; it was an elderly soldier who managed household registration. She was still alive, but unconscious.
The murderer came from the third floor, smashed through the ceiling, and then attacked the veteran.
"Gucheng?" They all had the same doubt.
"I don't know, he was wearing a mask." The old soldier drank water shakily, avoiding eye contact with others. "He pointed a knife at me as soon as he arrived and demanded that I reveal the birth record of my child eighteen years ago."
"Why is he asking this? Does he want to find his parents?"
The old soldier shook his head: "He wants to find records of twins."
After drinking hot water, the old soldier finally calmed down and picked up the documents scattered on the ground.
The person who came down didn't actually point a knife at her, but for some reason, she easily obeyed all his instructions and answered all his questions.
It was a terrifying feeling, one that I had absolutely no control over.
She was perfectly lucid, the veteran was certain, and completely willing to obey and submit to the stranger who had jumped down.
It was terrifying; she could never forget the infatuated feeling she had at the time, the feeling of wanting to worship someone.
This reminded the veterans of a legend: there was a noble who could communicate with heaven and earth, a messenger on earth, and all things would kneel at his feet.
The old soldier also recalled that person's question: "Was there a pair of twins eighteen years ago? Was one of them a nobleman?"
Unfortunately, she had already sent the information from eighteen years ago to the person in charge. However, twins were rare, and one of them was a nobleman, which was unprecedented, so she still remembered them.
It was springtime when a soldier and civilian couple had twins. The two children were exactly alike, but their lives took completely different paths.
One was a male nobleman, the other a commoner; they were in the same womb before birth, but separated afterward. The nobleman's child was named 'Spring,' and he vaguely remembered the commoner's child, recalling that it was related to water.
"Who is this person? Could it be a nobleman? But all the male nobles are dead. Why are they suddenly asking about twins?" The old soldier was completely baffled.
As she tidied up the documents, she was thinking about this problem. Without paying attention, she bumped into something on the shelf, and a booklet fell to the ground.
The old soldier casually picked it up and suddenly saw a line of words: "The Hidden Wings..."
Her expression changed slightly. Could it be...?
"Oh my God, oh my God." She clutched the booklet tightly. "I need to tell the person in charge."
The old soldier went out and found someone, asking him to take her to the person in charge, because she might have discovered a secret.
With no casualties, the anthill returned to quiet nighttime after the veterans left. The players living in the same anthill relayed messages in their own ways.
"Who could it be?" They all thought it would be a player. NPCs wouldn't have this need, and ghosts were even less likely to be involved. So it could only be a player, taking the risk there to find information about the ghost.
"Speaking of which, two players have died in the last few days, and another one was killed by an NPC. It seems that the ghosts in the dungeon aren't the kind that kill. Could we just get through the dungeon by lying in our way?"
"I wish I could just lie down and get through this."
Players in high-level matches often only have one life left, so they don't fight as hard as players in low-level matches; they try to survive as much as possible. Better to live a miserable life than die.
The fourth floor, Saman's office.
The old soldier sat in a chair, holding a booklet in her hand, her expression somewhat excited: "I'm certain it must be a nobleman. Only a nobleman has such extraordinary abilities."
"You mean there might be a male nobleman amon
g the workers?" Saman asked, intrigued.