"Blue...heart?" Wright murmured, looking at his chest in horror, and the heart representing the lost.

"That's right. The blue heart." Feng confirmed:

"The 'unintentional people' are affected by burning fluid. Most of the mechanical hearts are red, and a small part are blue. The lost people are more advanced when they meet, and most of our hearts are blue and a small part are red. On the human side, this phenomenon is sometimes used to distinguish us from the 'unintentional people'."

"I am really the loser? The loser... The loser..." Wright felt a little dizzy.

He stumbled back to the expensive big bed, reached out to stroke the scorching blue heart, feeling that he was in a terrible, unrestrained dream.

It took several minutes before he could free himself from his psychedelic feeling and slapped his face hard, trying to make himself more awake.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Don't do this, brother, don't do this." Feng, who was stunned for a moment, quickly grabbed Wright's right hand with both hands and persuaded:

"You can't harm yourself, brother. Although I know you will find it difficult to accept it, you must learn to bear it and accept it. Of course, this requires an opportunity to re-understand the world."

"How...how?" Wright's mood seemed to ease. He breathed a little relieved, took his hands away, grabbed the slender wooden pillar with both hands, supporting his somewhat limp body.

"To be honest, the "Voice" originally wanted to take you to the Giant Church, but the conditions there were too difficult. Those Lost fellows in the Giant Church had only a shabby underground camp, which was like a thing, and the other Lost were messy temporary camps covered with stinking and bloody smells. They were ugly and strange in shape, especially the inherent odor that made you not want to stay there for a minute."

"But our Dark Night Church is much better. Our 'Blood Light' Castle has been officially in operation for a hundred years. It has been very low-key before, and it has not even appeared in any information about the human empire. Many of us are elegant and noble blood clans, but now there are shortages of materials and frequent wars. In addition, the environment is getting worse and worse, and the yellow sand in the quiet highlands is constantly spreading, which makes us unable to maintain the appearance of elegance. Many of our compatriots are actually struggling near the food and clothing line."

"So, you want to take me to see you...the Lost, trying to prove that humans are actually not much different from the Lost?" Wright speculated.

After the initial shock and dizziness, his reason and wisdom once again prevailed.

"That's right." Feng nodded, showing a rare knowing smile, "I want to take you to the residential area first, and then meet our Pope. You can ask him any needs and requirements at that time. As long as we can do it, we will satisfy you as much as possible. Even..."

Feng took two steps forward, leaned his mouth near Wright's ear, and said secretly with an indescribable smile:

"Even if you want me... to be with you forever, and want me to help you and assist you, even if you become the food you choose when you lose your mind because of hunger, I will have no complaints. Because, in my heart, we are a race, and I am your younger brother."

A madman, he is simply a madman.

Wright thought of this sentence at the first time, but he turned his head to Feng's face that revealed pureness, and he changed his view again.

Perhaps, the wind is just a child who lacks care because of war and situation.

With a long sigh, Wright stared at the wind, forced a smile and nodded.

...

Wright, who walked out of the "Dark Light" palace "VIP Area A-03 Room", wore a particularly unique but very suitable for his temperament with the help of the wind.

At this moment, there were no clothes or objects related to the army on him, and instead he was a dark blue one-piece magician robe.

The wide robe was dragged to the ground that was not dirty, and the cuffs embroidered with golden bat patterns were bound, revealing a faint sense of power.

At the wind's suggestion, Wright wrapped his chest with gauze several times, so that he could no longer see the annoying heart at any time.

But most importantly, the wind hung a square, dark green pendant around his neck. To Wright, it looked like a metal chip that he had seen in college in the last world.

The dark green magician robe, the pendant at the neck, a short black hair, pure black eyes, and a slightly white-looking face, made Wright's overall temperament change dramatically.

After all, spacious clothing cannot reveal his strong body. The dark style replaced his previous silver and military green clothes, making his overall temperament look feminine and vicious.

Led by the wind, Wright passed through an area that was arranged like some hotel layout in the city of Chekavsk, crossed a chain bridge that seemed to be suspended above the dark abyss, and took a simple elevator to walk down for about fifteen minutes before he finally saw the so-called "residential area" in the wind.

The underground space of the particularly spacious "residential area" is divided into rooms similar to honeycombs. It is arranged along the ring and looks upward. Each room seems to be inhabited, but above it seems that there is no exact margin.

The center of the "residential area" is a large square, but except for the blood clan losers who are similar to the wind, pushing supplies back and forth, there are only a few thin old men selling some items that are common to humans in front of their stalls.

"Iron pot?" Lyte quickly walked to a stall, picked up a large pot covered with mottled dirt, and asked:

"How much?"

"Sir." The old man's tone was filled with strong respect and fear, "50 cents of new coins."

"It's also expensive, with a maximum of 20 cents in the city of the empire." Wright smiled helplessly and put the pot back in place.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sir, you see, when we are fighting now, we can't make any of the things we make from human cities, all of which are in stock. You know, if we don't go to the Imperial City, we can't make these industrial products at all. You see, in addition to the pot, I also have materials removed from the fireplace, aluminum bowls, and an old hand-grinding coffee machine. And... these, these, music boxes, violins, although they are worn out, they are always useful." The old man still introduced with joy.

"By the way, now... there is so shortage of supplies, but there is still food ration here, right? If you sell these things, even if you earn new coins, where can you spend it?" Wright asked curiously, and looked up and down at the old man.

The old man curled up beside the stall because of the cold underground space, wrapped in a large military-green cotton coat with a shattered beard and sloppy. Although he tried his best to hide the rest of his body under the cotton coat, Wright still observed his feet without shoes and socks.

"Of course not for me." The old man's voice was not as high and rapid as before, and he was slightly down, "For the child."

"Child? You... can you tell me carefully?" Wright half-squatted down and kept his eyes with the old man.

"Sir, you also know that we are the lost people who are born. We have been here for so many years, and our parents are not the few of the lost people. I don't know that my generation began to become this species, but I know one thing now. If we lose, we are doomed to fail."

"If I want my child to survive in the human city in the future, it will take some money. But my legs have been injured by the damn human shells, and I can never go anywhere... to get some goods. There is no way, take advantage of the current Imperial artillery fire to bomb every day and raise the price to sell something."

"That's right, I heard that the Empire is not friendly to the children of the Lost and the wandering children. With the help of the Empire Happiness Act, I... they have cleaned up many children. After the Empire is fully victorious, it is estimated that it will have to go through a difficult and long decade before the economy can be fully restored. If you "join" the Empire as the children of the Lost, it will definitely be even more difficult. By the way," Wright looked left and right and asked:

"Where is your child? Can we meet?"

"He is sick and is recuperating in the room. Our doctor told me that he seems to be infected by something, so it is best not to see anyone now. He was still having a fever a few days ago, but after taking some medicine from the human military camp, he can finally have a good sleep." The old man replied.

"Has he been to humans? As far as I know, the lost people rarely get infected... viruses." Wright asked with common sense.

"I heard that he had been to a camp in the north of humans before. During that time, food was less than it is now, so he had to steal things. But later he didn't know why he was released. Maybe the commander there looked pitiful. Oh, by the way, I heard that the camp was called Dunusk District B camp. The inspector there was called Kerton, saying that he had injected him with medicine for his health, but he became sick after he came back." The old man replied with anger.

"Maybe it is the newly developed potion targeting our lost people that humans have the ability to destroy, but it is not mature and has limited damage." Feng, who had been silent, spoke.

"Maybe it was some kind of experiment?" Wright guessed: "But it was destined not to succeed, otherwise the lost people who were loyal to the empire like Chekavsk ruled Aaron would have a headache."

"But this is enough to show Ivant's unscrupulous means. For the victory of the war, he dispatched all the military forces he could control, including all kinds of new weapons and all artillery ammunition. Even he made major strongholds take a defensive stance against the occasional "unintentional wave" and spared no effort to destroy us. After all, he believed that the existence of our lost people would continue to create "unintentional people", although this is right." Feng smiled helplessly, and then shook his head.

"Will the war stop? Will Brett's ideal be realized?" Wright murmured with his head raised.

Then he stood up straight, picked up a pretty exquisite music box from the stall, and asked the price:

"How much is this?"

"S$3." The old man still offered an outrageous price.

This time, Wright did not question or bargain, but took out two wrinkled new coin notes from his sleeve and handed them to the old man.

After putting away the music box and walking outside the "residential area", Wright and Feng finally saw a huge and exquisitely shaped door.

Stop and look up, stare for a few seconds, Feng opened his mouth:
Chapter completed!