Colonel Duncan withdrew from the game with a puzzled expression, looking at the familiar environment around him and being a little confused, he vaguely remembered that he had accepted the order in the game to lead the detachment to the Far South, and also remembered that the group had encountered an unknown number of trials and tribulations on the sea, and finally saw the coastline of the Far South.

And then what happened? Why did you log out of the game? Did you suffer a sudden death?

Sudden death is a normal occurrence for U.S. players, because of the huge difference in strength between players and the natives of the New World, and every day U.S. imperialists are killed by aborigines.

Colonel Duncan pulled a towel to dry off the remaining nutrient solution on his body, and as a senior officer, he lived in a small detached cottage with four contract slaves at home.

Contract slavery was undoubtedly a more progressive system than the traditional slaves of the Governorate, and these people were more poor servants with low wages than slaves, and with Colonel Duncan's wealth he could certainly afford to raise more indentured slaves, and he could have paid a little more for a few real slaves.

But the political winds in the region were deslaved, and Colonel Duncan, as a young senior officer, had to lead by example.

"Tim, where are you, Tim?" Colonel Duncan walked out of his bedroom with his body full of the connectors left over from the implantation of reinforcements: "Make me a cup of coffee, let Arlie warm up the bathroom, I want to take a shower, and when I'm done, I'll see a good lunch." ”

Colonel Duncan stretched and took the bathrobe handed by the slave: "Contact the Military Council and tell them that the mission to support the Far South has failed and that I have died in the game." ”

The male ** named Tim nodded silently, as a slave he had never been to the game world, he didn't know if this was good news for him.

It sounded like a world full of hope, and maybe he could be a free man in that world instead of being a slave, but no slave who entered the game world ever came back, and this result made Tim feel a little terrified of that world.

For Tim, Colonel Duncan is a good master, he has no bad habits, he has no habit of abusing slaves, as long as he does the work he assigns, he can live a stable life, and of course, the best part is that Colonel Duncan is rarely at home, or he rarely leaves the virtual world.

Under Tim's command, the other slaves quickly completed everything Colonel Duncan commanded, and Tim used temporary authority to connect to Colonel Duncan's military council.

"Dear sir, I am an indentured slave of Colonel Duncan, Tim, and I have taken this communication on the orders of my master to report to you that my master said that the mission to support the Far South had failed, and that he had died in another world." Tim carefully chooses his wording to avoid annoying the person on the other side of the communicator.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't they give you a brain when you were on the production line? However, to Tim's surprise, there was a blaming voice on the other side of the communicator: "Immediately transfer Duncan's pile of inferior protein synthetics, if I let me know that you secretly obtained Duncan's permission to make this prank call, I will throw you into the blender and stir you into a pulp!" ”

This threat was not just a verbal threat to Tim, he hurried into the bathroom on the second floor with the communicator, Tim didn't know what he had done wrong, but it seemed that the adult on the other side of the communicator was quite angry.

"The hosts! Master! Tim ignored the panicked eyes of the slave Yali, he had some hidden feelings for Yali, but he couldn't care about it at this time: "That adult wants to talk to you directly!" ”

Colonel Duncan had just soaked himself in the bathtub at this time when Tim interrupted his enjoyment, and glanced at the frightened Tim with disgruntled eyes and took the communicator: "What's wrong?" Did that stupid donkey mess with you? ”

"Colonel Duncan, your slave just told me that the mission to support the Far South failed, and you died in the game, is that so?" The man in military uniform on the other side of the communicator asked.

"That's right, as soon as we saw the coastline of the Far South, we were killed by something I don't know, and I didn't even touch the sand of the Far South." Colonel Duncan did not feel that his defeat was a loss to the American imperialists, and their landing in the Far South was merely a political necessity.

"You informed me about your successful landing forty-five days before the game, and nine days ago, you told me that you met a green humanoid creature in the game, not a greenskin, but a completely new species, and the other party led you to an underground base in the far south." The man in military uniform looked at Duncan seriously: "Seven days ago, you reported that you got some clues, which are likely to involve reality, and now, you tell me that you haven't even landed in the Far South?" ”

"What?" Colonel Duncan looked at his superiors inexplicably: "I landed in the Far South forty-five days ago?" ”

The man in military uniform looked at Duncan's reaction, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "For the sake of the past situation, I will give you two hours to sort out your memories, and then report back to me, if you really have amnesia, there may be a higher department involved in this matter." ”

"Obey the order, sir!" Colonel Duncan saluted and fell into deep thought in the bath, recalling his last memories, but his brain stubbornly told him that the last image of his death was his damned battleship.

Tim and Arye didn't even dare to breathe, carefully holding their breath and waiting beside them, neither daring to speak nor retreat.

However, the originally clear warm water of the bathtub was becoming turbid, as if there was a living creature rolling under the surface of the water, and Ally was frightened, but she still didn't dare to make a sound under the pressure of her master, and just knelt on the ground and moved away from the bathtub little by little.

Tim vaguely saw something the size of a mouse swimming against Colonel Duncan's chest under the water, and there were messy scales, but Colonel Duncan didn't seem to notice it.

"Master?" Tim cautiously opened his mouth to shout, and by this time Arie was already paralyzed, and just now, a slender tentacle like an earthworm suddenly emerged from the bathtub and swept over where Arie was kneeling before.

Tim took a step back, but the wet Arlie hugged him in his lap, making him unable to move, he glanced around, grabbed a vintage razor that Colonel Duncan usually used to shave, and asked again, "Master, are you alright?" ”

Colonel Duncan looked up with a kind smile on his face: "Of course, I have never been better. ”