Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents-Chapter 114 - 85: Rolo Thomas

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes. He didn’t immediately 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 me?"

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 message with us."

"She said that if we delivered this message to you, you would believe we’re her friends."

"Lolotomasi!"

The moment she finished speaking, Qin Feng’s pupils constricted. Memories flooded his mind.

It happened on his tenth birthday, ten years after he had arrived in this world and his memories 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 seemed off, as if he’d become a stranger, she should remember 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 come 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 become the very code used to contact him.

"Do you know what that means?"

Shelter from the Wind and Rain’s voice came over the phone.

"I don’t."

"It sounds like a foreign name."

"Your sister only told us we could use it to contact you. She never explained what it meant."

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 came 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."

"Remember 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 mentioned.

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 metal tip glinted coldly in the light.

"Rude," a girl who looked like an elementary 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 me to introduce myself. My game 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 extremes of ice and fire, that Qin Feng had recognized them both the moment 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 time 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 me!"

"When you were attacked, I failed to protect you... Thankfully, you activated the Lord’s Stone at the last moment and became 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 time 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 time, which gave that Death Knight hiding in the real world an opening..."

As "Hungry Wolf" spoke, Qin Feng finally began to piece together the fragments of what had happened.

His sister, "Qin Yao," had become a Divine Chosen Lord three years ago.

The specific details of her rise to power weren’t important.