Qin Feng narrowed his eyes. He didn’t imdiately trust the voice on the other end, demanding in a low tone:
"Why should I believe you?"
"What if you’re the Lord Player behind the Frost Wolf Cavalry that tried to kill ?"
Instantly, Rude’s voice exploded through the receiver, as agitated as a C4 bomb about to detonate:
"Huh!?"
"Wasn’t it a Death Knight!?"
"Sister Zhefeng, did you get it wrong? Did you just mistake another Lord Player’s Divine Chosen Soldier for an enemy and kill it!?"
"w(ﾟДﾟ)w"
Shelter from the Wind and Rain sighed.
"No..."
"I couldn’t have gotten it wrong..."
"He’s just testing us..."
After a pause, Shelter from the Wind and Rain took a deep breath and continued.
"Qin Feng."
"Before your sister disappeared, she left a ssage with us."
"She said that if we delivered this ssage to you, you would believe we’re her friends."
"Lolotomasi!"
The mont she finished speaking, Qin Feng’s pupils constricted. mories flooded his mind.
It happened on his tenth birthday, ten years after he had arrived in this world and his mories had gradually returned. He had suddenly realized that while this world shared much in common with his original one, there were still many different details and discrepancies.
For example, the classic film closely associated with "Rolo Thomas"—hailed as the greatest dying words—had never existed in this world.
So.
Qin Feng had told his sister this story.
He had jokingly told her that if he ever suddenly seed off, as if he’d beco a stranger, she should rember to test him with "Rolo Thomas."
It was a little secret only the two of them shared.
Of course.
Qin Feng wasn’t completely joking.
As a Transmigrator himself, he wasn’t sure if he might suddenly return to his original world. He also worried that a new Transmigrator might co and possess his body.
That’s why he had set up this secret anchor, to protect his dear sister in this world—his only blood relative—from any harm.
He never expected that these "greatest dying words," which he had intended as a simple precaution, would now beco the very code used to contact him.
"Do you know what that ans?"
Shelter from the Wind and Rain’s voice ca over the phone.
"I don’t."
"It sounds like a foreign na."
"Your sister only told us we could use it to contact you. She never explained what it ant."
Qin Feng took a deep breath.
"Fine."
"I believe you now."
"Now can you explain... Who are you? What’s going on? And where is my sister?"
Shelter from the Wind and Rain’s voice ca through the receiver.
"It’s too much to explain over the phone."
"Go to the Walnut Cafe at 213 Peace Street, private room number four. We’ll be waiting for you there."
"Rember to activate the ’Divine Chosen Lord Identity Security Protection’ feature."
"And keep a low profile."
After hanging up, Qin Feng hailed a taxi and headed for the Walnut Cafe that Shelter from the Wind and Rain had ntioned.
About half an hour later, Qin Feng arrived at his destination.
He looked up at the "Walnut Cafe" sign, took a deep breath to calm his racing thoughts, and entered. Following the front desk clerk’s directions, he pushed open the carved wooden door to private room number four.
In the shadows, "Shelter from the Wind and Rain," her red hair draped over her shoulders, was looking down, polishing a long-handled Ebony Umbrella. Its tal tip glinted coldly in the light.
"Rude," a girl who looked like an elentary schooler and wore a hat just like Platelet’s, was curled up in a corner of the sofa with a tablet. Her fingertips tapped furiously against the screen, but her large, curious eyes peeked out from under the white brim of her hat to glance at Qin Feng.
And in the high-backed chair at the head of the table, a middle-aged man in sunglasses leaned back, an unlit cigar pinched between his fingers. His silver cufflinks glinted under the chandelier.
"You’re here."
"Allow to introduce myself. My ga ID is ’Hungry Wolf.’ I’m the acting Alliance Leader of the ’Love of Craftsmanship’ Player Alliance, and I was a friend of your sister."
He gestured to either side of him.
"As for the other two... I doubt I need to introduce them. You can probably guess who they are, right?"
Qin Feng nodded.
"Yeah."
"I can tell."
The personal styles of Shelter from the Wind and Rain and Rude were so distinct, like two extres of ice and fire, that Qin Feng had recognized them both the mont he walked in.
Just then, "Hungry Wolf" placed his cigar on the edge of an ashtray and rose from the high-backed chair. He clapped his hands lightly twice.
"Excellent."
"Now, it’s ti for the apology."
With that, he suddenly gave Qin Feng a deep bow, his voice thick with apology.
"I am so sorry!"
"Qin Feng!"
"I failed to live up to the trust your sister placed in !"
"When you were attacked, I failed to protect you... Thankfully, you activated the Lord’s Stone at the last mont and beca a Divine Chosen Lord, which is the only reason you managed to escape!"
"This may sound like a poor excuse."
"But the situation at the ti was exceptional."
"Our headquarters in the Lord World was being raided by several other Player Alliances."
"We had to pull everyone back to the Lord World to defend it."
"That’s why I didn’t notice the danger around you in ti, which gave that Death Knight hiding in the real world an opening..."
As "Hungry Wolf" spoke, Qin Feng finally began to piece together the fragnts of what had happened.
His sister, "Qin Yao," had beco a Divine Chosen Lord three years ago.
The specific details of her rise to power weren’t important.
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