The light and shadow filled the brain slowly dissipated. Chen Jiu blinked hard, and the shaking muzzles in front of him gradually overlapped.

"Dada...Nion?"

The other party said that the tone was obscure and unfamiliar, but Chen Jiu suddenly realized that he could understand the other party’s language!

There is an extra line of small words in the personal column:

【The Tower of Babel】

In the territory of Babel, everything you speak and hear is Babel.

"Bapal?"

Chen Jiu was stunned for a moment, and a song suddenly sounded in his ears, mocking, rough, distant, like a tattered instrument, but the tune played by this instrument was charmingly magnetic.

"I met a barefoot traveler from an ancient northern country. He said that there was a broken stone face standing between the wind and snow, frowning, his lips frowned, and his face was still majestic..."

[Ferryman, you have become a character in the fairy tale "Beautiful Vasilisa"!]

[This fairy tale exists in an unknown barrier form and is not included in the bitter boat file. If you complete the fairy tale process, you will receive additional subsidies and points rewards.]

"In that era, steam civilization was still the dream of the delusionalists. Ignorance and darkness ruled the world. In the snow and ice in the north, Babel used cold weapons to control the cold territory.

In the city of Cherney, there is a wealthy businessman named Starville. His gold and silver are enough to fill the job of every beggar in Babel. His wife Vasilisa can make blind men and women fascinate...

At the banquet of the Duke of Vladimir in Kiev, Staville was drunk and humiliated all the noble guests with the most ruthless words. The Duke was so angry that he put Staville in prison.

Starville used two gold jas to bribe the prison guards to pass the message. He invited the warriors all over the world and made a promise that no matter who it was, as long as he saved his life, he was willing to offer all his wealth, including his beautiful young wife..."

The chanting gradually lowered, leaving a touch of seductive blank space.

"Is this a fairy tale?"

Chen Jiu smacked his lips. If it weren't for the names of the characters inside, he even suspected that the person who wrote this fairy tale was named Cao.

Wait, there is a person whose name is different...

"Mr. Huangskin, are you mute?"

D'Artagnan frowned, rolling the cold light of metal in his hand,

"This is the wilderness, and you, IMHO, are very much like a robber, maybe I should use bullets to wash your sins."

"robber?"

The muzzle was only a few inches away from his face, but Chen Jiu's face did not change his expression.

"You are pointing at me with your weapons... Who is more like a robber? I'm just a passing traveler."

“…”

D'Artagnan looked at the old wine carefully, took a few steps back,

"Indeed, most of the thieves are poor and hungry farmers. They will not be as strong as you and have no money to maintain such excellent armor... But you carry weapons with you, a warrior... Could it be that you are also a warrior for Mr. Staville?"

He took off his hat, bowed with his hands and his chest, his handsome face full of apology, and he was quite gentlemanly.

"Sir, please forgive my rudeness and rudeness."

“It’s understandable in the wilderness.”

Chen Jiu looked up and down at the other party, his eyes stayed at the musket for a moment, "Are you a Frenchman? a musketeer?"

“It’s obvious.”

D'Artagnan pulled the corner of his mouth and straightened his chest silently, like a proud rooster with a strong and proud background, blue-clothed white silk bow tie, chest cross, and a unique logo of the Royal French Musketeer Guard.

"Where is this?" Chen Jiu continued.

"Babel."

"You are a French musketeer. Don't you protect your king and come here to grab other people's money and your wife?" Chen Jiu looked strange.

"Your statement is too rude, like a country bumpkin...but it's not wrong. I was invited to help Mr. Staville and prepared to get some small compensation for it."

D'Artagnan's tone was taken for granted, as if this was a very normal thing without any logical loopholes.

"Mr. Huangskin, you forgot to answer my question."

Dardagnon repeated the question,

"Did you come for Mr. Staville?"

"……perhaps."

"Then, we can work together."

D'Artagnan said calmly, "Duke Vladimir is the son of a dragon, a man during the day and a dragon at night. His castle is called the dragon's nest and is protected by magical magic. With the power of a person alone, he will only become the food for the evil dragon."

Magic, dragon? Finally, it looks like a normal fairy tale...

Chen Jiu thought about it, deliberately showed some greedy bad voices and angry, and asked with a stare,

"What should women do if gold is open? Could it be that you and me every day? Moreover, all the dragon magics are all lies. Have you seen it with your beautiful but cowardly blue eyes?"

"I've really seen it with my own eyes."

D'Artagnan's face was serious,

"That was a chance. I once saw a tall sculpture wrapped in layers of iron on the wall of the castle. It was moving freely, its internal organs burning flames, no, its internal organs were flames..."

...

"Steel is the bone skin, copper is the tendons and muscles, fire is the organs, Dan Rui is the blood..."

Chu Hansheng was drunk and was muttering something in his mouth.

Li Yunfei, who had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, carried him as relaxed as carrying a lamb.

When he arrived at the door, he rubbed and groped Chu Hansheng for a while, took out the key, opened the door of the house, and threw the young scholar onto the cold and cold kang.

"I just came back late at night, I went to play with old wine? The smell of wine..."

An old lady appeared in the house. She looked fifty or sixty years old, but her body was still strong and she didn't need a crutch, and her eyes could see clearly with the oil lamp.

"Grandma Qin, I'm in trouble."

Li Yunfei bowed.

The seventh-rank official is qualified to open a government office, but Beihai is short of supplies and shortage of manpower. In addition, Chu Hansheng is a bachelor who has been in his 20s for more than 20 years. He has no worries about his family, so he rented a small house near the military workshop. Grandma Qin is the landlord and usually provides food and drinks.

"Please, you have to go and burn the kang for this kid, and you can freeze him to death... It's late at night, Li Baihu should go back soon, there are still good people waiting at home."

Grandma Qin muttered angrily,

"A strong man with a tiger back and a bear waist, who is newlywed, rushed back from the military camp. If he didn't hurry up and go with his wife, he would just have a drink with a group of men. I don't know what's wrong with it..."

Li Yunfei was embarrassed when he heard this and hurriedly pushed the door back.

After a while, the kang was burning hot, and Mrs. Qin also brought a basin of hot water back. As soon as she left the kitchen, a figure came towards her, and the cigarette butt in her mouth was as dim as stars.

"Grandma Qin, is my eldest nephew back?"
Chapter completed!