"Have you ever investigated this person? Lord Vasily?" "Yinmin" deliberately folded the list and handed it back to Vasily, pressed and held down "Dak"'s name and simple personal information and asked.

"This person, let me think about it..." Vasily said in confusion and bit his lip.

Then, he subconsciously walked to the window, pressed the light gray windowsill with one hand, took out a cigarette box with rough wheat ears carved on the edge, and the center was a cannon pattern. He took out a cigar from it, lit it with a simple plastic lighter, and stared at the rare night view of the capital, thinking about it.

The heavy atmosphere floated from the top of the room with white smoke, hovering and dissipating until the cigar burned out, Vasily turned around and looked at the face of "Yinmin" and said thoughtfully:

"How great would it be if you were human."

"Sir Vasily, what did you say?" "Yinmin" was a little confused when asked and stood up and asked.

"It's nothing, nothing, sit down quickly," Vasily waved his hand and said, "I know you're tired from crafts. It turns out that the capital is very tired and you're embarrassed by those people. Wait for a good sleep on the second floor, don't get tired."

"The person you asked me just now is Dark, right? I have some influence. I remember that the Mayang Municipal Committee submitted a report and it did mention that this person has been wandering in the capital for ten years and is mixed with the "unintentional people" and the lost. However... he is indeed outstanding in terms of ability. As long as monsters, extraordinary things and alien unintentional people are involved, he can handle them well and is a talent. Since you say he is a monster, I cannot confirm it for the time being, and of course I cannot deny it."

"What does this mean?" "Yinmin" said in confusion.

With his identity and experience as a semi-lost and "Order Society" leader, it is difficult to immediately understand Vasily's deeper meaning. He is facing an organization that only needs to consider defeating the enemy and ensuring members survive, at most, trying to reach deeper gods at the magic level.

But Vasily is the leader of a huge federal government. Even if she has fallen, is full of holes and the situation is complicated, he must stick to his responsibilities, lead the federal military, political, cultural, life and scientific development at the highest level, and lead the "human" and "superpower" out of the wasteland era crisis at the national level, so that human civilization can be continued and developed.

Therefore, from his perspective, he generally does not focus on the "small matter" of one or two people. Even if "that person" may threaten the safety of the Federation, he must deal with it with caution.

Humans, in the crisis of the Wasteland Era, do not have much room for mistakes.

After a moment of silence, Vasily suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not his personal secretary, the young man, not a senior member of the committee who discussed federal affairs with him for one day, nor was he a general who obeyed the order.

The person in front of him is just one of the important leaders of the "Order Society", a civilized and non-scar-free civil organization. This white, tender and scar-free face reveals a strong youthful feeling, giving Vasily a urge to love his son.

A pair of big black eyes, rosy lips, and ears wearing Cruzde traditional jewelry add a little embellishment to the cuteness.

However, black hair, black eyes, black cloak, and black leather boots were enough to make Vasily feel like a dark night messenger who emerged from purgatory and was hiding in the world.

Sitting back to the table again, Vasily chose to explain patiently:

"Maybe in the early days of the New Yuan Dynasty, there will be many people who will do anything to survive in the end of the world. Although we despise, we understand it very well. In the explosive growth of "unintentional people", there is no trust, no friendship between people, and even full of calculations and games. Even good friends, good brothers and relatives can push them out to "resist" when facing "unintentional people" and run away."

"Cruelty, selfishness, self-interest, irritability, and terror were synonymous with civilians in that era. But now, the SGD crisis has lasted for five hundred years, and mankind has long realized that the 'unintentional people' and the lost are united, and they attempt to destroy us, destroy us, and interrupt our culture, and we ourselves must abandon all individualistic education and instead establish a concept of allegiance to the collective and the whole of mankind."

"Can I understand what you mean so?" "Yinmin" said:

"It is precisely because of selfishness that humans missed the way to save the world in the early days of the New Yuan Dynasty. So now, we must cherish and cherish every talent. Even if Dark may be a monster that threatens humanity, as long as the Federation has no evidence, he cannot be punished, right?"

"You are not stupid." Vasily smiled with relief:

"Indeed, Dark is strictly considered a member of the federal army. Even if I do not have any evidence to prove that he is crazy or has become a 'unintentional' monster, he cannot be punished by any formal method. In about two weeks, the 'military strategy learning' will begin. We can learn about this person first and then make a decision."

"The 'Yinmin', the 'Plamini' thing still needs you half...the superpowers worry about it. The sooner they get energy and enter the ruins, open the 'Global Energy Evolution Station', and carry out the 'Era Restart Plan', the more we can gain post-war dominance."

"By the way, I will tell the people here that they will no longer cause trouble for you, but it is a bit troublesome to say hello to the strategic team. In this way, I personally give you a committee-specific pass. With my signature, no one can make things difficult for you."

"Thank you, Lord Vasily." Hearing this, Yin Min hurriedly stood up and bowed to thank him.

Immediately afterwards, Vasily took out a half-page card from the drawer at the bottom of the mahogany table. His eyes flashed over the "Cruzder Federal Commission Special Personnel Pass" at the top, and the number printed in the common language of Xilu. The "sound-in-the-non Nabsnov" written in the empty space in the middle, as well as the words "allowed to enter and exit the capital without any restrictions" and "valid for three months". He signed his full name where the Federal Commission blue seal was stamped at the bottom.

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January 6, 557, the day before Christmas on the New Yuan calendar.

Cruzd Empire, capital city Binglin City, arms control area, federal strategic regiment resident accommodation area, room "-318" on the bottom floor.

Dake, who had been sleeping soundly for a whole day, opened his eyes. Under the influence of the biological clock, as long as he did not have nightmares or stayed up late, he could get up on time at 9 a.m. the next morning.

After returning to the dormitory the day before yesterday, for safety reasons, Dak still informed Wolfya about the "order meeting clock".

At that time, the big man thought for a few seconds, then dialed a number with the hand-cranked phone in the room and contacted Moron, the chief guard of the capital security team who had been born and died with him, a middle-level officer of about 5th rank of Hurricane.

After only a few greetings, Moron told Dark that his handling was basically fine and warned him not to touch the clock again.

Of course, Wolfya and Dak didn't tell Moron about "Dream of Grey" and "Old Radio".

The next day, on January 5, Moron took several members of the security team wearing silver protective clothing to open the door of Dark's "workshop" and put the "clock" that almost made him mentally insane into a silver box.

Dark naturally informed Moron about the "extremely cold drills" and "silent and heartless" in the clock. They will form a "two-digit resonance array" under the changes of the clock hands, and also make the clock users fall asleep and let others control information.

After Moron and others left, the exhausted Dark fell asleep before twelve o'clock in the afternoon. After most of the day, he rubbed his eyes and got up.

The light that penetrates from the small window today is particularly bright, as if the Lord deliberately reduced the bright glory to thank mankind for his attention to Christmas and devout worship.

Turn on the electrical lights, Dark turned on the "workshop" that was temporarily converted into a kitchen yesterday, opened the gas that had been connected by crooked metal pipes, poured in some clean oil, and after it boiled, he took out the bagged meat patties that Wolfya bought for him, put them in a pot and fry them.

Because of the simple tools, Dak then fryed a few slices of black-skinned bread and a few pieces of potatoes. After putting them on the plate, he took out some tomatoes, salad dressing and a bottle of unlabeled soda from the refrigerator, put the seasonings into the plate, and after making a platter, he sat right aside and feasted.

Looking at the refrigerator, Dark thought that this might be one of the few technological products left over from the Cruzd Empire that the Federal Council can currently produce in mass.

I remember that the book "The Glory of the Double-Headed Eagle" mentioned that in order to ensure that he could eat fresh food anytime and anywhere, and was unwilling to spend a lot of effort to preserve food, Ivan Twenty-second guided the refrigerator invented by the scientific research team.

In that era, when the two-headed eagle soared on the mainland, Cruised's technology made rapid progress as if it was guided by the Creator. Later, the technological progress of major empires, especially the Fire Empire, was used to refer to the papers and products of the Cruised Empire.

After eating the food, wiped off the oil stains at the corner of his mouth, and cleaned the tableware, Dake returned to the desk and sat down, picked up the "Thunder Page" he recorded and told him the recipe for making the Source Thunder Emblem, thinking:

"There are two weeks left on the holiday, so I have to prepare some raw materials during the holidays. It is estimated that merchants selling ore and rare medicinal materials can accept the payment of 'federal military coupons'. Others, especially the bodies and limbs of animals, may only be paid for 'new rubles'."

"The federal salary is quite high every month, and it counts as 30 new rubles. However, what is not moral is half of the money issued and half of the "coupons" that cannot be used in many places. It is really a terrible world. However, I have saved up 350 new rubles in the past three years, and I am more than enough to buy these materials."
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