"Meat? I..." Laite felt that his spiritual realm was filled with an inexplicable sense of depression.
Mixed with the aroma of meat wafting from the earthenware jar, the "gurgling" sound from his stomach that represents hunger, and the nausea caused by the gradual rise of gastric acid in his stomach due to the lack of food for a long time, Laite An extremely torn and chaotic feeling emerged.
After shaking his brain, which was filled with inexplicable pain as if it had been struck by a stick, hit by a hammer, or even sawed by a chainsaw, Laite suddenly felt a sense of coolness.
He struggled to sit up and put aside the tattered cotton quilt covering his body, then subconsciously touched his waist.
Fortunately, the "Crazy Bear" pistol that has been following me is still there.
Laite breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt as if his thoughts were in a forest rich in oxygen, gradually becoming clearer.
In this way, the child named "Wind" in front of me actually does not have any malicious intentions, and the village settlements here seem to abide by the laws and systems of the Zine Empire.
If the boy in front of me was hostile to me, I believe he would confiscate my firearms as soon as possible and would not give those of us who have been fighting unintentional people all year round and are familiar with various types of standard weapons and machinery any chance to come into contact with firearms.
It seemed that Te was lowering his head in thought without saying a word, and his eyes were not even in the earthen pot filled with the aroma of meat. Feng slightly grinned his lips in the darkness, revealing a face that didn't look so "cute" in the dimness. smile.
He blinked hard twice, his eyes that were emitting a dull green light. To Laite, it looked like the gas lamps were painted with green fluorescent material and were used to cut off the gas at night due to the greed of some black-hearted businessmen in the city. , so the light is not stable.
If he were in the cities of Sokra or Chekavsk, Laite would definitely consider turning off the lights and running outdoors immediately. After all, carbon monoxide poisoning is not uncommon in the news in these large cities in the empire.
But this is an area in a village settlement, full of wandering careless people and all kinds of strange mutant monsters and plants. These fluorescent lights can even make people feel interesting, and even...inexplicably warm?
While Laite was thinking in confusion, Feng slowly supported his body and stood up from the floor.
After groping around in a broken wooden wardrobe filled with sundries nearby, I took out two simple lamps with candles covered with glass covers.
Wow——!
The sound of matches and sandpaper sliding against each other gave Laite an inexplicable sense of security.
He looked up and saw that the wind had lit two simple lamps and placed them on the broken wooden table.
The three lamps emitted an inexplicably bright light. In Laite's opinion, purely in terms of brightness, they were no less than any gas lamp produced by the empire.
At the same time, the pile of firewood in front of him that was struggling to burn, exuding flying sparks, was extinguished at the same time, emitting a wisp of white and choking smoke.
"Do you want to eat meat? Brother Brother of the Guards? Brother Brett has specially told me that I must find a way to replenish your physical strength. Otherwise, my parents and I will not get the 2 Singapore dollars as a reward, as well as the box of canned food." Feng They all muttered, staring at Laite with eyes that had faded from the pale green light and gradually became watery, and said.
"I want to slow down. Brett should have told you that we encountered a monster, the Lost One who mutated into the 'Hope' sandworm. Moros was also killed in battle. For me and to protect the safety of our team,
There is also a clue to explore the gods of the highlands." Laite's voice became deeper, and there seemed to be something called "tears" swirling in his eyes.
Wanting to rush out in the extremely painful situation in his heart, in order to adjust his sad and lost "heart" that doesn't know whether it still belongs to human beings.
"Brother Guard, what's your name? I'm very curious. I heard from the older generation in the village that human names can be divined using sequence cards or tarot cards to get guidance on their own destiny. I learned from
I can read the confusion in your emotions. Maybe when the morning comes in a few hours, I can ask the Grandpa [Dream Builder] to help you divine, at least so that you... will no longer be so sad." Feng Li stood up and said.
"Laite...Laite Sukra."
"Laite? The meaning in the Zine Empire language and the common language of the Western Continent should be light. Light, yes, what about a very unique name? You also have a surname, which is also a rare thing. Listen to [Dream Builder] Grandpa
It is said that the ancestors of humans with surnames must have been rich, or they have made significant contributions to the empire, but we are different, haha." Feng smiled helplessly.
After blinking his eyes vigorously a few times to soothe his emotions as much as possible, Laite raised his head and for the first time examined the childish figure in front of him in a bright environment who claimed to be semi-lost.
He should be between 1.3 and 1.4 meters tall. He was wearing a torn linen jacket embroidered with various flower patterns, and a wide pair of pants that didn't fit well and were stained with a lot of dark red liquid that had condensed.
The jeans seemed to have been forcibly pulled off from a dead human being.
His face does not have the unique whiteness and tenderness of children living in human urban strongholds, but an incomplete wheat color. I don’t know whether it is due to the light or other reasons. The basic color of this face is more like yellow sand.
Khaki.
Because it was already approaching summer, Laite saw a few worn-out felt hats stored in the open broken wooden wardrobe, which seemed to emit some unique odor.
Turning his gaze back to Feng's face, which looked extremely unhealthy from the color, Laite saw some intertwined dark red and yellow-brown spots.
They are generally round in shape, and are concentrated and scattered near Feng's right eye. The spots even extend downward a lot, and some of them have "grown" near the neck.
In addition, there is still a long-healed scar on the left half of his cheek, like a scar cut by a dagger.
In the wasteland world, many humans and the lost have scars on their faces, and a face that is fair and uncarved is abnormal and extremely rare.
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
After the pain and sadness in his heart due to the death of Moros was slightly relieved, Laite stood up cross-legged, stared into the pale green eyes of the half-lost boy named Feng in front of him, and asked:
"Divination? [Dream Builder]? I'm very interested in the grandfather you mentioned. It sounds like he is a lost person with a profession."
"That's right, Brother Laite." Feng replied in a boyish voice:
"Among the professions entrusted by the Creator to the gods, there is the [Dream Builder] category, which is a mid-level profession. [Dream Builder] has extraordinary power. In addition to knowing how to use magic power for divination, he can also rely on powerful
External forces physically control humans and unintentional people, and even individual low-level lost people. He once constructed a half-real and half-illusory scene, trapping some 'ruin hunters' in it, and finally starved to death inside."
Is it a ghost wall? Or is it an alien space? Build a world similar to the real "Inception"?
The myths, stories, movies and cultural knowledge he learned in the previous world came to mind, and he used them to match the abilities of the "Dream Builder" as much as possible.
"It sounds very powerful, but the [Seducer] can control unintentional people and humans, and the [Deceiver] can also construct dreams. Is the [Dream Constructor] different from the two?" Laite asked in confusion.
"[The Seducer] and the [Deceiver] focus on causing the human spirit to collapse, so that they voluntarily give up their lives. The [Dream Constructor] aims to create a semi-real space and make people disappear from the physical level. If the ability is strengthened
, if you are promoted to an upper-level professional [Prophet], in addition to creating a real alien plane like a 'paradise', you can also perform divination on anything regardless of time or space, and get truly correct information.
Guidance. But Grandpa [Dream Builder] said that when he was young, he traveled throughout the Western Continent as a lost person." Feng paused slightly.
Laite saw that his green eyes were "radiating" a light called envy and desire.
"The entire Western Continent. However, he has met many similar people and learned through many churches of the lost that there are less than three [Dream Constructors] in the entire Western Continent, and none of the prophets are still alive."
"A rare existence? Is it the same as...the legendary [Order]?" Laite suddenly thought of himself.
"Is [Order] a profession? I don't know. I have only heard Grandpa [Dream Builder] often talk about his two professions. Speaking of brother Laite, I also long to get out of this village and go to a human city.
I learned a lot of interesting knowledge. I heard," Feng picked up a simple lamp, placed it in front of Laite, sat cross-legged with him face to face, and said:
"There is endless bread and jam. There are also fresh greenhouse vegetables, including cucumbers, celery, coriander, tomatoes, carrots, corn, sweet potatoes, and endless fresh fruits. I especially want to try them.
I tried the dragon fruit that is said to grow near the volcano of the Fire Empire. I heard it is very sweet and delicious."
"Well, that's true." Laite did not want to destroy a young boy's innocent fantasy, and tried his best to beautify the cities he visited and said:
"The land in the greenhouse is fertile. Centuries ago, the glass jars held by people in the city were filled with sweet milk and honey. Take Sogra, for example. The market there is very prosperous, and all kinds of vegetables are sold.
Yes, there is also seafood. It would be great if you were a human being. If your parents could occupy a place in the city, you would definitely be able to study in school and borrow various books from the city library to satisfy all your needs for knowledge.
Craving.”
"So big brother, what books have you read?" Feng asked a question that penetrated deeply into his soul.
Well, I did like to read fantasy and science fiction in the last world, but there are some contents that I cannot talk to children. Children are the future of all races, and it will be bad if they learn bad things.
"Teaching materials, special textbooks for the Guards, such as "Safety Code". There are also some science fiction and history books. For example, "The Afterglow of Crusted", which is very interesting. However, your parents, and
Did your [Dream Builder] grandpa teach you how to read?" Laite also responded to a question that penetrated deeply into his soul.
"Taught me." Feng nodded and said:
"I can write common words and some basic daily conversations. Grandpa said that even if our 'Wuxin Village' area is not rich, very poor, and even has many mutated humans and lost people, we must always learn culture and words
. He believed that writing is the basis of inheritance. If any race wants to continue, it must master a kind of writing as a carrier of memory and experience."
"Your grandpa knows a lot, and it is true. It matches many of my ideas. I can't wait to ask him for divination." Laite said with a smile.
He slightly pulled up the cuffs of his silver guard uniform, revealing the old, commonly used watch he had been wearing on his wrist.
It was four o'clock in the morning, two hours before dawn. No wonder I wasn't very sleepy anymore. I just didn't know how long I had slept on Brett's mechanical chariot.
I remember that Brett's plan was to stay in the village settlement for only one day and one night. After all, after Moros was killed, some details of the pre-made plan needed to be adjusted.
And he planned to make some repairs here and see if there was a doctor who could check the woman. After all, the woman had fallen into a semi-dementia state after killing the three legion non-staff personnel. In addition to eating and drinking along the way, he also
Apart from solving the problem of lower abdominal distension and pain, I have not responded to any calls.
It seemed that she had been greatly frightened, but she could also feel the demonic power lingering in the space around the woman's body.
After a brief thought jump, Laite suddenly felt a heartbreaking cramp in his abdomen.
After two or three seconds of pain, he actually felt a strange and extreme hunger again, and his body even felt a sense of collapse due to lack of food.
However, the meat in the earthen pot...
I don’t want to eat the meat of Wuxin people yet, after all, I am a human being!
I am human!
I am human!
Feng looked at Laite's eyes greedily staring at the earthen pot, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Immediately afterwards, he stood up straight away and placed the earthen pot with the rich aroma of meat in front of Laite. He looked at the thick, boiling and steaming pot of meat and said with a bad smile:
"Brother Laite, I actually lied and wanted to tease you imperial soldiers. After all, our village has been requisitioned by imperial soldiers in the past two years. Although they will not harm us or ask for anything like those 'ruin hunters'.
But you often make a mess in our place, and even after drinking some gin, you will desperately vent your emotions and smash these worthless furniture. I don’t have a good impression of you. But you are an exception, brother. After all, I can feel it.
The same kind of aura in you."
"So, this jar is not the muscle tissue of an unintentional person?" Laite's black eyes actually "emitted" a light of extreme desire, like the arrival of a god.
"Yes, it's normal meat. It was boiled by opening a few cans that Brother Brett gave me. Well, look." Feng pointed to the cans in the corner of the room that read "Imperial Military Cans: Cultured Meat"
" said the remains of the can.
"Then, serve me a bowl, I'm hungry." Laite said greedily in a trembling and excited voice.
His eyes were fixed on a jar of white meat "wandering" in the boiling soup, slowly "tumbling" due to the residual heat of the flames.
It seems that the soup not only contains onions, ginger, garlic, and the normal seasonings of salt and pepper, but also undergoes some special processing. There are no longer those brown parts in the meat that look unappetizing.
