Chapter 376: Master Boyd

The undead people hit a wall in their communication.

They may be socially anxious in real life, but after entering the game they are the freest and least constrained people.

Seeing an undead man trying to use language to bring the short and fat pus-soaked exile closer to him, Boyd, who had just walked out of the room with Lind, had to say, "Don't mess with that guy. He's not picky about food."

The undead man shuddered and immediately distanced himself and returned to Lind.

Afraid, only by standing next to Lind can I feel safe.

Only Lind and Boyd had dinner, which consisted of dried meat and whole-grain bread. The taste was so bad that Lind felt that his teeth, which could have bitten off a fine steel sword, were hindered.

But it tastes so much better than boiled beans!

The undead also have their own snacks. Some of them are bored and take out their weapons to wipe and maintain them, while others are in a daze, probably browsing the official website.

"Don't they need to eat?" Lind looked at the exiles who were doing their own things.

"They are not fools!" Boyd raised his hand and knocked the iron cage on his head. "Linde, this thing is just an iron collar. People who wear it will not become fools."

"You're right." Lind smiled and admitted that he did look at the exiles as if they were disabled people.

"I answered your question, now it's your turn to answer mine." Boyd nodded at Lind, "Hmm?"

"Puff!" An undead who was just about to drink water burst into a big spray of water, and they noticed that Boyd's angle was a little wrong.

Is the chat between NPCs so exciting?

That's not right. It seems that this world has always been very exciting. For example, secret prostitutes have never been completely eradicated, and some undead have discovered the techniques of peeping. As long as you follow an NPC couple and squat outside their house at night, you will likely hear special noises.

There is also Doris, the recorder beside Lind, who is the biggest rumor maker.

People in the doomsday will not suppress sex. There is no tomorrow, so this is an 18+ game.

"Come with me to the bathroom later."

"Can I go too?" the undead people were excited.

My husband has called out, let’s see if there is any problem.

I promise not to take screenshots... I won’t spread them if I take screenshots... Even if I spread them, they will be censored...

"Hahaha!" Boyd laughed happily. "I haven't seen such an interesting person in a long time. Do you want to see him?"

"What? That?! Of course I want to see it!"

All of a sudden all the undead became interested.

Only Lind looked helpless. Although he didn't know Boyd, he knew what Boyd was going to do. This guy was a distributor of picture albums. Those who slept with him had to consider whether they would appear in the album as material... in a shameful posture without clothes, well, no matter whether it was a man or a woman.

When Boyd took out his collection, it immediately caused the undead to exclaim.

"Excuse me, it turns out to be Master Benzi!"

"who is this?"

“The painting is so sacred.”

Lind didn't even look at it. It wasn't that he was pretending to be noble, but he had already seen it many times with a critical eye. Besides the fact that his own painting skills were not up to standard and he couldn't replicate it, it no longer brought him any sense of freshness.

"Master, do you have any new works?" The Undead Exclusive has changed his tone.

There is only one situation on the Internet that can make people immediately become "humble", and that is asking for resources!

"Of course!" When introducing his new works, Boyd also became interested. He brought back a few paintings, but the images in the paintings were a little distorted. They should be exiles.

Linde's eyes suddenly became solemn. The voice of the undead beside him explained more fully what Linde had seen.

"This painting actually has properties. It's a prop!"

Yes, there are props with attributes, and they are props with some amplification effects.

Lind held up a painting showing a short, skinny exile.

"That's 'Ratcatcher,' a skinny Nord."

"Nolde?" Linde had never heard of this name.

"He created his own race. His mother is a Lander, and his unknown father is a Norn... a race that lives in the mountains. They are very thin. All the Norn people in the mountains were killed more than 20 years ago." Boyd introduced, "Her mother is the daughter of a village lord. After being raped, she gave birth to the Rat Catcher. But the lord would not recognize him as a grandson with dirty blood, so he could only make a living by catching rats in the village."

Lind nodded. This was always the case with stories about illegitimate children.

"And then?" asked an undead.

They were more interested in the rat-catcher's story.

"He said he had a happy childhood, I guess, because the guy's speech was not perfect, and he would pout his mouth and show his front teeth, and then make a squeaking sound." Boyd imitated, but he was wearing a metal collar, so his imitation was not very good. "Then he would show a Nordic smile."

Boyd held his mouth with both hands.

"and then?"

"The rat catcher is a man who loves to share. He will send the rats he catches to people's dining tables, farmers' beds, and leather workers' boots. There are even people whose noses and ears were bitten off by rats because of him. Hahaha!" Boyd told a chilling story and no one present laughed.

"He is the lord's grandson. Even if the lord does not acknowledge him, no one dares to do anything to him."

This time there is no need for everyone to ask "what next", Boyd is planning to speed up the story.

"That day was his mother's wedding. She married a merchant. It was not easy for a noble lady without chastity to marry. The rat catcher decided to make his mother happy. He followed the mouse into the merchant's house and used a knife. This long knife. He demonstrated it to me at the time." Boyd raised his hand and demonstrated the length of about 5 centimeters. "With that knife, he cut his mother and more than a dozen people in the merchant's family from left ear to right ear. Nord smiled bloodily."

"hiss--"

"clown!"

The undead people said.

So when they looked at the painting titled "Rat Catcher", they found the gain to be surprisingly appropriate.

[Rat Catcher: The work of artist Boyd, recording the story of a happy rat catcher, and also a signature Nord smile. Agility +10, equipped with a non-replaceable Nord smile]

After touching this painting, the muscles on your face will be forcibly pulled, revealing the so-called Nolde smile!
“Does every painting have a story?”

"Of course!"

Boyd picked up the second painting. "This guy's called 'The Hungry Guy.' That's the one."

He pointed at the exile who the undead had just chatted with.

The short and fat figure is indeed similar.

"Don't underestimate that guy, he is the most dangerous one here. He eats people not because he loves to eat, but because the god he believes in guides him to do so. There are countless messed up beliefs in this world. Sometimes I feel that if I erect a statue of myself, I can declare to the outside world that I have established the Boyd Church!"

[The hungry guy: The work of artist Boyd, recording a hungry guy, a scary guy who always exudes an indifferent temperament. Strength +10, fear resistance -10]

Boyd was very enthusiastic about introducing his paintings, but everyone found it a bit torturous to listen to him, especially since it was already completely dark and the inhumane creatures in the paintings were wandering around.

It has nothing to do with strength, it’s just a feeling... of being terrified.

(End of this chapter)