The Sunnese Empire, the Old Ukraine Province, the abandoned outposts in the quiet highlands.
"Name? Please... please tell me your full name." A green, hoarse voice with a hint of voice change and intertwined tones from Brett.
He was like a bound polar bear, his tall body was tied with hemp rope to a solid metal seat with brown rust and dark red blood. His unbuilt silver-white hair hung over his ears and forehead, his face covered with dirt, and many new, tiny wounds about to be scabbed.
"Brett...Brett Klein." Brett responded weakly.
"I heard from the boss that the humans of the Klein family are all mixed blood products of gods and humans from the source. The substance called "divine" is naturally flowing in your blood. To be honest, I envy you, brother, your behavior of killing the strong "wolf-headed unintentional man" has made us members admire him. But we also have to follow the boss's orders. After all, the "lone wolf will" abandon us, and we need to survive." The tone of the voice-changing Qiyin boy was obviously full of admiration and a strong apology.
For the strong, whether it is the first era of the dragon rule, the second era dominated by humans, or the third era when steam machinery began to flourish, or the fourth era where the unintentional people and the lost people are now raging.
For humans, especially ordinary people, there are many regrets that cannot be achieved, or a yearning for some difficult behavior.
When one's own strength cannot reach those regrets, and there is a person who can easily break that kind of regret, people often rush over like ducks to pay respect and worship.
"I can understand you...after all...it's all for survival." Bret sighed and begged:
"But the Empire... and the Socra Council's attitude... is something I cannot predict. If... if... if I did not die in the hands of the unintentional and the lost, but died in the hands of you who were abandoned by the Empire..., I think... I want to ask you to do me a favor."
"No, Brother Brett, you will definitely not die. You don't have to be so desperate. The boss just wants some money and supplies. As long as the empire's "redemption fee" is paid in place, plus ten tons of steel and a batch of standard "Federal B-05" rifles that are about to be eliminated, there are not many, only two hundred, and a batch of silver bullets. We will release you and go to the Imperial Camp south of the silent highland. By the way, brother..." The young man stood up straight from the shabby metal square table and asked with a smile:
"Can you get to know each other? I just accepted my elder brother's order to ask you, but now, I want to make friends with you."
"Of course." Brett felt his mental fatigue relieved a little. He looked up at the young man in front of him with interest and joked in a hoarse voice:
"You are only about 15 years old. You have learned the worldly ways at a young age. I remember that the merchants of the Fire Empire in the east know these things best, but you are more mature than many of your peers...a lot more mature."
"I am the lost man, brother, you should be able to feel it with the [intuition] of the Imperial soldier." The young man responded, his eyes looking at the cold and broken concrete floor, with a strong "lost" emotion.
"You want to say, is the age of the lost person easily... misjudged?" Bret shook his head vigorously, blew open the two hairs scattered on his forehead with his mouth, and observed with his green eyes.
The boy who claimed to be the loser in front of him had thick short red hair, not long, and seemed to have just been trimmed, revealing some regular traces.
His face is very white, and it is indeed much whiter than normal humans.
In Brett's impression, in addition to those who stay under the Socrates dome all year round, those human faces that lack sun exposure and melanin will generally appear white on the faces, [warriors] who are on the front line for many years, as well as the psychics of the legions in various places, have some skin dry, even peeling and falling off, and they are either waxy or wheat-colored, and some even look like black garlic.
In addition to the fair face of the young man in front of him, his eyes, nose, and even cheekbones are not different from ordinary Western Land people. He is about 1.7 meters tall and is dressed in military green and does not wear any signs. It is not much different from the Wolfksky he met at the Dunusk ruins.
"In fact, life is long and lonely for the lost. Indeed, I look like a 15-6-year-old young man from the outside. In fact, I have lived in this miserable world for a long time. My name is Oliver Yaluko. I was previously a member of the remote regional legion of the Empire and the "Lone Wolf Club" of the out-of-staff cooperative organization. I was arranged by the elder brother Pusef to go to the [Hunter] Atwood's Socra Outer Legion Special Operations Team as an undercover agent."
"The Empire wanted to attack all the power of Socra's city from a very early stage, through some private and non-public means. After all, Socra is now nominally the capital of the Empire. The Prime Minister of the Empire and the leader of the Socratic City Committee, Hawley, often pointed fingers at the situation in the empire and did not obey many orders of the crown prince. Therefore, the crown prince Ivant chose to rely on the "Lone Wolf Club" to do some private activities." Oliver introduced himself.
"I heard Wolfksky say that the 'Lone Wolf Club' defected to the Empire. So you... have you contacted His Royal Highness privately for a long time?" Brett asked in confusion.
"That's right." Oliver nodded:
"It was private before. Some time ago, after the leader of the blood clan Vladimisky was injured by the crown prince, the elder brother simply formally surrendered to the empire. Now they are directly affiliated with the royal family. The title has not changed. They are still called the "Lone Wolf Club", which is... They are officially transferred from an extra-staff member. Of course, my task before was to find an opportunity to execute Atwood, the ambitious, but stupid, selfish, crazy and stubborn madman. As a [Twin], I can control both bodies and easily defeat him with a dagger stained with the blood of the unintentional person when he was most proud."
"It's pitiful. Before he met the Lord, he killed several innocent half-lost children. However, I didn't want to stay there for too long, so I went back to the team directly. Just so I happened to see my elder brother outside Dunusk, he told me about the "Lone Wolf Club" incident and asked me to make a choice."
"You chose to betray the old brother, the leader of the 'Lone Wolf Club', Pusef, who is called the 'Odyssey Wolf', right? He chose the man named Wolfksky, who is now called the 'Lone Wolf'. But I want to talk about other topics, from your surname... and the names of the people in your team, your ancestors are related to the Cruzd Empire." Brett guessed.
"Well, that's right. The Yaluco family was once an important family in the Old Cruzde Empire, an important family in the Eventry region. They served Queen Relita I and later Relita II during the Eventry period. In fact, to put it again, the cultural roots of the Eventry, Cruzde, and the Shine Empire are the same. If the situation becomes worse, I also want to go to the Cruzde Federation to try my luck, or follow the Great Railway to go to the Iventry Icefield further east and find other people in our family.
But all this depends on what the Empire's "Silent Arrival" military operation can achieve." Oliver stood up, looked around the surrounding environmental areas similar to abandoned factories, looked up at the top of the slightest light, and continued:
"This is the abandoned outpost area of ​​the silent highlands. It should be the outpost K. I remember that the Empire has established 26 outposts and has been planning this operation for at least four or five years. As the captain of the Socrates Guard and the lower-level officer of Terracotta 2, you should know this very well."
"Of course." Brett's slightly weak tone was in his tone:
"The outpost A-G was built along Highway 65, while K-Z was built around the quiet highlands. However, after a series of... wars... battles, there are almost only four A, B, Z, and K. The first two are under the control of the Socratic Committee, and K is nominally managed by Chekavsk, and the actual controller is His Royal Highness himself. When Z was in Chekavsk before, I heard about it. His Royal Highness transformed it into a camp for the production of weapons for the sake of the battle."
"It should be true. The information I obtained is similar to yours. By the way, we are now on the edge of the battlefield of the silent highlands. However, the elder brother communicated with the Socra Committee through telegram. Relying on the current empire's technology, he could not effectively track the telegram signals, and could only determine the general location. But no one would have thought that we are now in the once abandoned stronghold. Brother Brett, do you want to know how this stronghold was destroyed?"
Oliver said, sitting back on the broken leather chair near the metal square table, picking up a half-length pencil on the table, like a dog-chewing pencil, and a white piece of paper for recording telegram information produced by the Empire Factory.
Bret looked up and saw that there was nothing special about the table, but the leather used in the chair did not seem to be the common texture of animal leather. Instead, it was taken from the body of some creature infected with the mutated virus of the heartless human virus. He had an experienced sixth sense of the things that revealed "extraordinary atmosphere".
"I actually don't want to know that blood clan child... how is Miyou? He must not have the value of me, and he is not familiar with me. I think you should let him go. He will definitely not go to the Imperial Legion to recruit rescuers for me." Bret said with a wry smile.
"Brother, you are worth it. The Socra Committee gave 5,000 SGD the day before yesterday. I think you, as the [Warrior] who was favored by the committee, have so many personal assets. According to the previous two transactions, the middle-level guard team, the unshaven uncle committee, issued a price of 1,500 SGD, and a very strong psychic man. The committee has issued 2,000 SGD. If the committee values ​​so much, the elder brother wants to pay 20,000 SGD."
"You know, the rare [Wind] ore that can be used to refine magic potions is only 35-55 SGD. One high-end inner coil is only 1-3 SGD. Even if it is a silent python wandering around rivers and vegetation in the middle of the quiet highland, it is only 300-500 SGD.
"After all, this kind of python is difficult to capture, and its fur, heart, blood, etc. are of great use. It can help middle-level professions, such as [Disfierce], [Stayer], [Singer], and the improvement of the order." Oliver explained, and his voice began to appear a little hoarse.
"How come I sound familiar to these 'extraordinary' items you mentioned just now?" Brett wondered.
He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard her mention of these materials during her battle with "Mad Body" and Melinar during the battle with "Mad Body" and Melinar during the ruins of Dunusk.
No, it should be the content written on the paper he picked up from him after defeating the lost man Kayas who was blocking the road behind Migov Church.
"It is the refining material that 'converts a-01' potion, which can transform humans into lost people 'safely'. But I have observed you deliberately and 'tasted' your blood. You are a complete person, a pure person." Oliver stared at Brett's body with a smirk and said.
"I have seen this recipe on a piece of paper. If I remember correctly, the ingredients needed should be mint, butter, the heart of the blood clan, [wind] ore, violet petals, lavender essence, and water-based magic power. I should still remember the specific refining method, but now I feel that those words are in my mind and cannot be extracted."
When Bret saw him telling, Oliver's eyes revealed a rich curiosity, and he deliberately blurred a lot of content.
"Brother Brett, why don't you think about it carefully. I heard that this potion was developed by Kayas, the [Illusionist] of Hope Church. It will have the effect I just mentioned for humans. For the loser, as long as the magic power infused is different, it can become a potion for the promotion order.
Having said that, I also hope that the church is the people. I think brother, if there are some things that can help you recall and think better, I would rather bypass brother and help you complete it." Oliver deliberately lowered his voice and said with thought.
But even so, there were still many echoes in the empty abandoned factory area similar to that of an abandoned factory, which made him cautiously scan around, paying special attention to the position of a lifted metal cover in the corner.
"Miyou." After a few seconds of silence, Bret's mouth slightly raised and he spoke firmly:
"If Mi You can ensure the safety of her, and release him, I think my dizziness will definitely be effectively alleviated and will help my memories."
Chapter completed!