"Kassim, my old friend, what beautiful girl gave you such an adventurous spirit and an enterprising spirit that is different from usual. Is it her?"

"You saved me."

"oh?"

"But that doesn't mean you can talk shit."

Cursed Blade was smoking with Kasim. The latter needed to relax after the aftermath of the disaster, while the former simply wanted to activate his flexible brain. These two addicts.

There are ten million reasons for being an addict.

Tobacco smoke came over.

Gwen glared at them with disdain, causing the two of them to laugh. They hooked up and ran to hide in a well-preserved small mine with Artyom and the three men from Kasim's team.

"I really can't stand them."

A beautiful voice came to my ears, just like those books with characters on the cover who have a pair of eyes half as big as their faces, long scary eyelashes, and small, almost invisible mouths, those who can't wait to repeat what the protagonist said.

A book painted with colorful colors, and such a 'beautiful' voice.

Clamped, but not completely.

Because this energetic sound like a clip sound is quite real.

It rang like this in my ears.

Gwen turned her head and saw Chris looking at her.

Chrissy said: "Thank you for your rescue. I heard them say that you played a very key role."

To put it bluntly, 'them' should refer to Cassim and the Curse Blade.

Gwen said: "Everyone else and I are part of a team and have all played an irreplaceable role."

"Fuck." Chris cursed subconsciously, "You made me think I was listening to your Captain Longyan's broadcast."

"You don't like him?"

"He talks like a purist prostitute, and his voice reeks of cheap air freshener and cans of gym shorts."

I have to say that Gwen started to like Chris.

He didn't understand the can game. This utopian sport is like football, except that you can legally attack people with your hands. Because in every game, many people are seriously injured, moderately injured and slightly injured and are carried off, so it is called the "can game". Those who are seriously injured are

It's called a canned warrior, while the injured one is a canned squid, and the one with minor injuries - Gwen believes it should be called a 'baby cradle'.

It is a very muscular and homo sport.

This is what Longyan feels like.

Gwen said: "I am from my hometown."

"Oh my god."

He asked: "What's wrong?"

Chris's expression was in disbelief: "I've only been here a long time and I started to hate that damn radio station and how he brags about it every day. Wouldn't it be more uncomfortable if you live here?"

In theory, maybe.

But from an objective perspective:

"Although I didn't like him, he brought peace and stability for a long enough time. These two are good medicine for healing."

"Like tomato slices on pizza?"

"And cheese."

Needless to say, when Gwen heard the pronunciation of the word 'pizza' which was different from the Utopian language, she knew that this was the delicacy brought by the cat lanterns. The cat lanterns wandered throughout the universe, meowing and meowing, bringing all kinds of food.

Various food cultures, as well as the integration of food from various regions, are brought back to the Witch World for sale. Cat Varo does this job. According to her, Utopian food is quite popular in some of the Witch Lord's territories.

After chatting for two or three words, Chris became particularly curious:

"I heard that you kicked one of the three-headed dogs' heads off. How did you do that? We used a lot of explosives without damaging it."

Gwen avoids the important and takes the easy:

"A technique similar to the one used by Mihayla, but the most important thing is the ability of Curse Blade and the others to contain it. Without such a long time to prepare, I feel like I can't break its skin at all."

It doesn't matter if this kind of credit is given away.

If Cirk Bolas died here, then Gwen would have to think, "It's hard to claim 11 points of merit, but Curse Blade and Mihaila owe one point." Any record without a corpse is nothing.

The reason why Long Yan has a great reputation is that his attacks are basically "defeat = kill", and no matter what happens, he will leave some loot behind.

Since it was a complete ‘defeat’, there is no need to claim credit.

Chrissy said: "I really envy players like you. You are really good at fighting, but I am not good at it at all."

The rescue mission contract gave Gwen a good income.

And a partial ‘thank you’.

Kasim gave Gwen some of the items he excavated from the area.

But rather than saying that it was 'given specifically to Gwen', it would be better to say that Gwen was chosen 'in order not to give it to the cursed blade'.

The shapes of this batch of items cannot be said to be strange, or at least they do not look like aesthetic items acceptable to Utopians.

Some of the Immortal's items.

A large number of stone tentacles wrapped around a piece of handicraft that looks like a living ruby ​​heart.

"Kris discovered this," Kasim said.

"It's a pity that she is no longer here." Mihaila muttered.

Gwen added in her mind what Mihayla didn't finish:

"Otherwise Aya can definitely tell me what this thing is."

Although I received an inexplicable gift, the most important reward has not been reduced, which is good.

Moreover, Cursed Blade didn't even have to pay them for the money. Instead, he brutally killed Kasim and made the other party pay the money.

Although Kasim was worried about money, he paid the life-saving expenses as a matter of course.

It has to be said that it is natural for Curse Blade to be friends with Kasim. Both of them are extremely rule-abiding to a certain extent. They do not need supervision and will complete what they think they should complete, such as

This kind of transfer of fees was done without any nonsense, Kasim said:

"When we go back, I will have military ammunition brought to your car."

"Just bring it over tomorrow." Cursed Blade said, "I'll take care of it first."

What is commendable is that.

Gwen didn't feel that there was any kind of friendship between Curse Blade and Cassim. Instead, it was a quite pure friendship. Rather, Cassim was good-looking but not as good-looking as the others.

The woman was entangled with the cursed blade like that.

The team members need to go back to the underground pipe to pick up the car.

Kasim took Chris, her client, back to the ground earlier in the same car as Gwen and the others.

Artyom's car just happened to fit it.

Several of them even held a small barbecue party in the car to celebrate the survivors.

It is originally a pickup type vehicle, with enough space at the rear to put down a tent. This is why Curse Blade was once very curious about Artyom's identity. Driving such a vehicle is suitable for off-roading, wandering in the wild, and being there.

The vehicle used to survive in a world full of countless monsters at night always makes people feel as if this person did something bad that forced him to escape.

But there is little benefit in thinking about this now.

This unique bonfire party uses Artyom's stone oven, a stone that will heat up when it encounters water flow. Barbecuing is done through this stone, as long as you keep pouring water below it. On Utopia, pure water

It may be a bit difficult to obtain, but purified water is available everywhere, as is seawater. A large number of deep wells are a rare way for Utopians to obtain soil and mineral resources.

In the days of the Red Kingdom, when a territory had the largest number, it could have nearly 6,000 deep-water wells, and the trains that were the main body of the territory constantly wandered between these deep-water wells.

However, the prosperous Red Kingdom was destroyed.

The authorities did not have much means to utilize these deep water wells, or the utilization rate was too low, so these deep water wells became a method for Utopians to obtain seawater in the wild.

A large amount of seawater poured in like a stone oven.

The baking stone above suddenly became red and warm, giving off a sizzling heat.

Then there are the more expensive things.

Edible oil.

Gwen bought these cooking oils because she couldn't stand the lack of oil and water in her food and couldn't tolerate some low-quality monster oils. She bought twenty bottles and gave one of them to a werewolf-killing cat.

Lamp, this cat lamp transformed into a 'guard mode', reliably guarding the cooking oil that Gwen stored in the spiritual world.

It has to be said that as long as the cat lamp does not go against "all living things except cat lamps" and only targets your own cat, it is still very reliable.

Even Kasim marveled at Gwen's arrogance.

"This is the first time I've met a deputy commander who doesn't even have a set of standard relics."
To be continued...