Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 94 The miserable curator and the even more miserable Rango
The curator slowly opened his eyes, and the world before him seemed to be covered by a hazy veil; everything seemed so unreal.

On his face, fine sea sand and salty sea water clung to his face, causing a slight itch, followed by a dizzy feeling that surged like a tide.

The curator slowed his breathing and replayed in his mind the moment when he was swallowed by the waves and fell into the blue hole of the ocean.

He remembered clearly that Rango anxiously tried to grab his hand, but unfortunately he was already in a semi-comatose state at that time. Not to mention grabbing his hand, he couldn't even lift his eyelids.

Then there was a dizzying sensation, and when I woke up, I found myself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

"Wait. Where is this?"

The curator, who was still in a daze, suddenly thought of something and raised his body to sit up, but an inexplicable feeling of restraint spread from his neck to his whole body, making him unable to move.

At this moment, a loud cheer broke his thoughts:

"Long live Lilliput!!!"

The curator widened his eyes in astonishment and tried to look around.

With him as the center, dozens of exquisite wooden work towers rose from the ground, and soldiers wearing armor but only the size of ordinary people's fingers stood on the towers. They were working together to pull the ropes tied to the curator, and each pull made him feel more tightly bound.

"OH——MY——GOD!!!"

He woke up instantly, opened his mouth and let out the loudest exclamation in shock he had ever let out!
As a loyal fan of Jules Verne's adventure novels, he certainly didn't understand what he was encountering!
"It turns out that the mysterious island and Gulliver's Travels are the same place."

He muttered to himself, then turned to the soldiers excitedly and tried to explain in a friendly manner: "Hey, I'm not your enemy! Don't tie me up, little cuties, I'm just a friendly lost tourist."

However, the soldiers did not appreciate it and tightened the ropes even harder.

Just as the curator was greeting them in a friendly manner, he suddenly felt a subtle touch on his stomach, and he lowered his neck to look down.

A dozen knights on horseback were running towards him, waving swords!
When he reached his chin, the first man tightened the reins, stopped, pointed the tip of the knife in his hand at him, and shouted: "I am General Edward, the commander of the Empire! You audacious monster, how dare you insult the soldiers of the Empire as little cuties? If I had to offer you to His Majesty the King, you would have lost an eye by now!"

Looking at the knife tip, which was only as big as a toothpick but flashing with a cold light, a few centimeters away from his face, the curator immediately nodded obediently.

"My fault, but I really didn't mean any harm." The curator explained himself sincerely: "Look, I may look a little older than you, but my heart is as kind as yours. If you don't believe me, you can ask my companion, Rango Rango?"

He turned his head and shouted everywhere, but there was no sign of Rango. Not only him, but Jones and Laura were not on the beach either.

"Stop yelling monster!"

The Lilliputian general named Edward raised the tip of his knife and stabbed the curator in the chest. As he cried out in pain, he announced: "We have only captured you, the giant, today, but just wait, your accomplices will be captured by me, General Edward, sooner or later!"

After saying this, he raised the sharp blade and shouted again: "Long live the Lilliputian Kingdom!"

"Long live the Lilliputian Kingdom!"

The surrounding soldiers burst into cheers, as if capturing the giant had become their supreme honor.

"Rango and the others are not here. Am I the only one here?"

The curator's original excitement about landing on the mysterious island and seeing the Lilliput country with his own eyes was instantly replaced by anxiety.

Rango is the backbone of their group's exploration of the mysterious island. What should they do without this guy?

At this moment, on his chest, General Edward, who was riding a horse, was still raising his sword and cheering.

Quan Ran was unaware that the giant under his feet had already begun to think of resisting.

The curator calmed down and looked around. Although the ropes used by these little soldiers were not very thick, they looked very tough. It was unrealistic for him, a rich man who was used to a life of luxury, to tear them apart.

Fortunately, because the address is on the beach, there are no piles or ropes around to serve as stress points.

The other end of each rope is on the rest of the little soldiers. Although there are quite a few of them, the points of force are very dispersed.

In this case, just yourself.
General Edward, who was leading his men to dance the cha-cha on the curator's chest, suddenly felt the earth shaking.

The giant captive under him, who looked obedient, was actually struggling and twisting his body hard, jumping around randomly like a live fish that had just come ashore.

"what--!"

Following a not-too-loud roar from the curator, he burst out with astonishing strength, twisting his body violently like a giant beast breaking free from its restraints.

The soldiers standing on the high towers around were all pulled down and fell onto the soft sand.

Edward, who had been looking very arrogant, took advantage of the chaos and jumped off him.

The curator supported himself with one hand and climbed up with difficulty. He had no time to pay attention to the chaos around him. He first observed the surrounding environment. This was a Gobi desert surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the sea on one side. The sea breeze was blowing and the sea was calm, but the beautiful scenery in front of him could not calm his inner anxiety.

He opened his hands eagerly, cupped them to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Rango! Jones! Where are you?!"

However, all he got in response was empty silence.

At this time, the scorching sun in the sky made him dizzy. Just as his shouts gradually faded, General Edward under his feet had already prepared another battle plan.

Dozens of soldiers were standing by, armed with sharp iron hooks and locks.

"Aim! Get on the horse as soon as you hit it!"

After saying that, Edward looked at the confused giant and waved his hand violently!

The next second, dozens of soldiers swung their hooks and directly hooked the curator's collar. Before he could react, the soldiers had already put the rope around the saddle under them like lassoing a horse!
As the horses galloped, the ropes spun rapidly, creating thick smoke through friction.

Before the curator could recover from his shock, he felt a powerful force dragging him backwards. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. His head unfortunately hit the protruding sand and rocks. Not long after waking up, he fell into a coma again.

When I woke up, I found myself tightly tied up with dense ropes, lying flat on a board made of countless wooden planks, with dozens of rollers underneath.

It was being pulled by hundreds of ponies, slowly moving towards a miniature city.

At this time, countless thumb-sized citizens gathered around him, watching this "giant" with excitement and curiosity on their faces.

The streets, balconies, alley entrances, shop fronts, and even bridges were all crowded with people, as if the entire city had come out in full force just to see him with their own eyes.

Although the curator was somewhat panicked, his nature as an old scholar also prompted him to observe the city carefully.

From the citizens' clothing, hairstyles and various means of transportation, he initially judged that the level of development here was similar to that of human society in the Middle Ages.

But to his surprise, almost everyone was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked energetic, and it was obvious that their living standards were not low.

Soon, the wooden board passed through one gate after another and finally stopped in front of a magnificent palace.

Upstairs, an old king wearing a crown was looking at the giant below, with an equally graceful queen and a princess standing beside him.

Faced with this sudden giant, the king was obviously a little overwhelmed. He asked Edward: "What did you catch?"

"It's a giant! My Majesty!" Edward first threw a wink at the princess beside the king, then bent over and preached with one hand pounding his chest.

"Then why tie him up? What I mean is, this giant doesn't look like a bad guy." The king was confused. How come a guy dozens of stories tall appeared in the kingdom when he was just taking a nap?

"That's right, Your Majesty." The curator looked at the old man who was much older than himself. He tried to show a friendly smile and said, "I am just a lost traveler who has strayed into Lilliput Country. If you don't welcome me, I can leave now."

"Oh, this is not the way we treat guests in Lilliput." The king shrugged lightly, with a hint of apology in his tone. "But since you don't want to stay here, then
"Your Majesty, you don't know this," General Edward interrupted the king. "This giant has an unknown origin and is likely a spy sent by our enemy kingdom!"

"Spy?!" Princess Mary, who had been following the king silently, laughed and said, "Send a giant several dozen stories tall as a spy? Oh, I really hope the enemy's general can be as stupid as you."

Edward's face darkened instantly, and he said in a deep voice: "Princess Mary, you shouldn't belittle your future husband in front of the king."

"Don't be so quick to mention the word 'husband'. We are just engaged."

Princess Mary glanced at the giant below who was looking at her curiously, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Besides, maybe one day I will be unhappy and run away from the marriage and leave the kingdom!"

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Looking at the princess and the general who were talking to each other, the curator was a little confused. What was going on in this country? Why could the general scold the princess in front of the king, and the princess kept saying that she wanted to run away from the marriage?
However, he soon stopped caring about these things. The king over there was so outrageous that he believed the slander that he was a spy and ordered him to be imprisoned in a cave and used as a laborer.

"Rango! Rango—!"

The curator shouted in despair, hoping that Rango could make a heroic appearance and save him.

"Rango—where are you?!"

At the same time, in a uniquely shaped castle, Rango couldn't help sneezing.

Damn, I must have caught a cold from soaking in the sea!

At this moment, the woman next to him handed over a plate. "Here! Try the worm pie I just made! Daddy loves the pie I make the most!"

Rango's sight was focused on the deceptive-looking pizza. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary pizza, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that it was dotted with wriggling worms of various shapes.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and fell silent.

(End of this chapter)