After breakfast the next day, Jiang Yuzhen called Qiu Xue'er to ask about Alan Fate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to Qiu Xueer, Guo Poyu's friendship with Alan Fart is quite legendary. Alan Fate's original identity was a Mongol ten-division commander who was captured by the Xiangyang army. In fact, the Mongols had expanded their territory to the European continent since the Batu expedition to the west, and blond-haired and blue-eyed warriors were not uncommon in the Mongol army. (Online Game Setting)

At the moment when Allen was beheaded, the then five-year-old captive boy suddenly ran out of the crowd and hugged him tightly. No matter how the executioner around him pulled, Childe would not let go. In the end, Master Lu, who was beheaded, had to postpone the execution, and after all kinds of inquiries, he did not find out that Allen, who was twelve years old at the time, had killed Song Jun, but it was not good to let him go like this, and finally Allen recommended himself to be the personal entourage of the son. ”

"In other words, Alan is the only one who listens to me." Jiang Yuzhen whispered to himself.

"What did Childe say?" Qiu Xueer asked.

"I mean, no wonder Eren is so nice to me." Jiang Yuzhen recalled that when he was injured by Guo An yesterday, Allen, who happened to rush back, was anxious and felt greatly moved. I looked up and saw Qiu Xue'er's naughty smiling face.

"Sister Xue'er treats me so well, is it because I also saved your life?" Jiang Yuzhen quipped.

"You've me off." As she spoke, Qiu Xue'er raised her jade-like fingers and gently flicked a brain bandage on Jiang Yuzhe's forehead. Although she had only arrived in Guo Mansion for two days, Jiang Yuzhen also felt that Qiu Xue'er, a girl, had a very special identity in Guo Mansion, and maybe her origin was even more bizarre than Allen.

When leaving the room, Qiu Xueer handed Jiang Yuzhen a square paper bag, and when she opened it, she saw that it was medicinal powder. "What is this?" Jiang Yuzhen asked.

"The best Yunnan Baiyao. Alan was already waiting in the martial arts hall. Qiu Xueer said when she turned to leave.

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Name: Alan Fate

Affinity: 100

Age: 18 years old

HEIGHT: 190CM

WEIGHT: 77KG

Combined combat effectiveness: 1920

Internal forces: None

Light work: D

Quality: A+

Boxing Skills: C+

Swordsmanship: B

Axe Skill: A+

Qualification: 72

Diligent: 75

Appearance: 90

Fortune: 27

Physique: 17

Constitution: 79

Art of War: C

Buddhist Cultivation: None

Taoist cultivation: none

Rhythm: C

Poetry: None

Go: None

Medical Tao: E+

Oenology: B

Miscellaneous: None

Language: Old Germanic Chinese

Master martial arts: basic boxing, Western sword skills, Western axe skills

Jiang Yuzhen wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and threw it on the blue bricks of the martial arts hall. It could be seen that he was very irritable, and after two hours of hard training from Chenshi to noon, his Western boxing still did not make any substantial progress. In fact, Jiang Yuzhe learned attentively, and Allen also taught carefully, but as shown in the data, Allen's martial arts are an actual combat style that can only be mastered through thousands of bloody battles, which is difficult for beginners to master through oral description.

After practicing for a while, Xiaoqing brought more than a dozen plates of dim sum. Jiang Yuzhen sat on the bamboo chair in the center of the hall and munched on it while texting Wang Jianmin through the game's public channel.

"Kiss the koala, why didn't you come to Guo's mansion to look for me, are you busy playing in Xiangyang City, forgetting your benefactor, believe it or not, I asked Alan to return you to the well last time."

30 seconds later, Wang Jianmin sent a reply. ", wronged!!" The first thing that was thrown was a mournful face.

"Wronged, I have received a systematic task now, and I can't get out of Old Man Wang Wei's general's mansion without cultivating the art of war to the E level. Immortal is the son of God, can you come to the Xiangyang King General's Mansion to save me, I really can't play my family's bookkeeper in the "sand table military chess". Through this text message, Jiang Yuzhe seemed to see a poor little animal crying and mourning, he had never seen a koala, he could only imagine an Australian koala lying on the trunk of a big tree, looking at his pitiful appearance with a face asking for help.

"What system task?" Jiang Yuzhe felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and he replied to Wang Jianmin and said, "I'll try to save you, I hope my prediction is wrong." Otherwise, I'm probably in the same predicament as you. ”

Jiang Yuzhe's judgment was not wrong, and he himself is now in the predicament of "access control". Although the two officers and soldiers standing in front of the gate of Guo's Mansion did not show the slightest intention of preventing him from going out, there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of the door, and whenever he walked to the junction of Guo's Mansion and the main street, there was always a force that could not be resisted to bounce his body back into Guo's Mansion.

Standing in the center of the long street 30 steps away, Alan would turn his head every 1 minute and repeat the phrase repeatedly: "Childe, why don't you go out yet." At this time, it was noon, the sunny street was bustling with people, and when Jiang Yuzhen hit the invisible air wall in front of Guo's mansion after running for the last time and fell down, a little girl pointed to the distance five steps away from him and said, "Mom, you see that someone in Guo Daxia's mansion is flying kites." The little girl's mother carried the bamboo basket and led the little girl away, and the eyes of the two people were expressionless as they swept over Jiang Yuzhe's face that fell to the ground, as if there was nothing in this space in their sight.

"Online games are online games." Jiang Yuzhen sighed. "When he first entered the game, he was really moved by the high level of realism of the game. But as things stand, it's clear that the game is still far from its advertisement, which "completely simulates the real ancient society".

Seeing that he couldn't get out of the main entrance, Jiang Yuzhen planned to climb out of the low wall of Guo's mansion, and he summoned Alan to tell him his thoughts. So Allen gently lifted the skinny Jiang Yuzhen and put it on the wall not far from the gate, and then ran to the outside of the wall of the Guo Mansion to pick him up.

Jiang Yuzhen couldn't wait for Alan to pick him up, so he struggled forward and wanted to jump off the wall himself. Then, while hearing the sound of "bang", he saw that the clothes on his shoulders were burned with several round holes. The left shoulder protruding from the wall was embedded in the two qi vortices, and it was impossible to move forward or retreat.

In a moment of panic, he slammed his head forward with all his might. When a line of "HP-5" jumped out of thin air, Jiang Yuzhen panicked. His max HP is only 11 points, and 5 HP points is quite a loss for him. And according to the beginner's guide on the game's homepage, when the player's HP is reduced to 0, they will be forced offline, and the total "performance value" will be reduced by 1/4 when they go online again. Although he didn't know what "performance value" meant, Jiang Yuzhen didn't want to suffer losses so easily.

In the midst of the panic, Jiang Yuzhen only felt a flower in front of him, and a gray shadow that seemed to be there floated past him. Immediately afterwards, he was pulled down the wall by a strong wind that came out of thin air on the back of his neck. Before landing, a soft force supported himself like a warm cushion and slowly fell. When he landed on the ground, his butt touched the corner of the blue brick of the flower bed next to the wall, but it didn't hurt much.

"Ju'er, why are you so naughty, why are you not in the room when you are recovering from a serious illness, but you are climbing on the wall?" When the voice of a majestic middle-aged man sounded above his head like a spring thunderbolt, Jiang Yuzhen raised his head and saw the face of a man who was nearly fifty years old with thick eyebrows and big eyes.