"I'm an explorer, Momonga. I'm here to investigate this city. You can put down your gun."
"Explorer? Are you an explorer? Everyone is eager to leave this city immediately. You really dare to come to this city to take risks alone."
The strong but slightly short uncle seemed to be less vigilant, but still did not put down the gun, but lowered the muzzle a little.
"If you don't try, you won't know anything. Only by understanding your opponent can you win. Information and intelligence are the most powerful weapons."
Unknown things can only be discovered after exploring them. Even without me, there will always be someone who takes this step. Maybe the purpose is different, but the result is the same. The unknown things will be unveiled.
Just like the knight who rescued the princess from the evil dragon in the story, maybe he did it for money and honor, or maybe he just wanted to save the princess, but regardless of the purpose, the princess was saved in the end.
"Is information the most powerful weapon? You are also an interesting guy. Did you kill this wolf?"
The uncle finally put away his gun and looked at me with interest.
"This is the dinner I hunted. Who are you? Why don't you leave here."
I can finally put my hands down. Well, rather than hunting it, I should say it was a mutant wolf that I accidentally killed.
But compared to me breaking into this city alone, it would be weirder for someone to stay alone in this dangerous mutated city.
"I am the craftsman Renault. This workshop is a legacy passed down from my ancestors. I will not leave here."
The uncle walked to a protruding iron plate in front of the large furnace, picked up an iron cup filled with transparent liquid and exuded heat, put it in front of his nose, sniffed, then raised his head and took a sip and said,
"Well, this wine is just right. I'm getting better at scalding wine."
This guy is really bragging about himself.
"So you've been guarding this place by yourself until now?"
If that's the case, this guy really can endure loneliness.
I can't stand being alone for a long time.
"That's more or less it. If it's just ordinary monster wolves and monster puppies, it's not a problem to deal with them in small numbers. If you encounter a group of them, you can only run away."
Uncle Renault tapped his repeating shotgun, paused, and continued with a somewhat pityful look,
"But actually, I wasn't the only one here. There was also a retired female soldier named Ona. But not long ago, one day she suddenly said that she was going to activate some anti-jamming device and was alone.
I ran away and haven't come back until now. I'm afraid I've... Oh, what a pity. She has such a pretty face and a sexy figure."
Anti-jamming device! This is also one of my first tasks now. Has the female soldier named Ona noticed it too? But according to Renault, she has been missing for a long time. Maybe something has happened.
, the degree of danger in the city after the mutation is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
Ha, forget it, let’s solve the accommodation problem first.
"Do you want to eat wolf meat?"
"Is this thing really edible? Although I have thought about eating it, I have never dared to eat it because I am afraid of any viruses."
Uncle Renault pointed to the mutant wolf corpse and said hesitantly.
"You can eat it, trust me."
Although I haven’t eaten it, but it can work, um, it can work, probably.
So an hour later...
"Oh! This wolf meat is so delicious!"
Uncle Renault boldly grabbed a piece of wolf thigh meat and gnawed it vigorously in admiration.
Although it took some effort, we skinned the mutant wolf carcass, hollowed out the internal organs, then removed the head, pierced it with an iron rod, and roasted it on the campfire. We divided a thigh from each and ate it. Surprisingly, the mutant wolf's meat was not included.
It tastes great without any seasoning, but it becomes even more delicious after being brushed with some honey and soy sauce, and the meat is also very tender.
If you don't mind the ferocious appearance of the mutated wolf, it's actually a good delicacy.
"You know, roasted heart is a very tonic and delicious food. Would you like a piece of it?"
Uncle Renault put the roasted mutant wolf heart that was twice as big as a fist, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, on the dinner plate that had been moved out and said.
"good."
I nodded in agreement and watched Uncle Renault holding the knife and cutting the roasted heart into equal pieces with almost no effort. The knife cut through the heart meat as easily as cutting through butter, and the thick and fragrant juice flowed from the roasted heart.
There was seepage from the incision.
I picked up a piece of roasted heart meat on the plate in front of me and put it into my mouth. It was indeed very delicious, tender and chewy. The delicious juice filled the entire mouth. There was a kind of meat that was different from other parts.
It has a unique taste and you can feel the rich energy contained in it.
“It is indeed a rare delicious food.”
It's worth praising, the campfire barbecue is really good.
"Hahaha, I'm right! Tonight is one of those rare good nights. There aren't those bastard monster wolf cubs coming to harass you. By the way, do you want to drink?"
Uncle Renault took a sip of hot wine and laughed, looking very happy.
A person who stays in such a dangerous place, even though he doesn't say it, will actually feel uneasy and lonely.
Although I don't usually drink, today I just wanted to spend some time with this uncle I met by chance.
"Drink a little."
"Hahaha, good, good! Come and drink!"
Uh-huh, I said I would only drink a little, but Uncle Renault still poured me a full glass.
Looking at the hot beer in my hand that almost overflowed the cup, I felt a little helpless. To be honest, I'm not very good at drinking.
But, alas, it doesn’t matter.
[Gudong Gudong]
I raised my head and drank it all, thinking it was the fat house's happy water.
"How generous! This is so decent, hahaha! I'll come too!"
Uncle Renault clapped his hands and drank the rest of the half cup of hot beer.
Today is a very special day for both me and Uncle Renault. Although we have just met, Uncle Renault talked to me about a lot of things. His family showed off to me the craftsmanship skills passed down from their ancestors.
Women, of course, this is usually the topic that men are most interested in, but it made me a little embarrassed. He also told me a lot about what happened in the city before and after the disaster.
This is how it is between people. Sometimes a glass of wine and a few dishes of side dishes are enough to talk freely.
But I have said a long time ago that I am not good at speaking. It is very difficult for me to organize language. Often the words I say are different from the meaning I want to express. I can't talk as rhetorically as many people do, but
At least I can listen and occasionally add a word or two.
PS: Is there anyone here~~~It doesn’t matter if you’re not a person~