On September 3, 18 days after Yato woke up in the 557th year of the New Yuan calendar.
The Cruzd Federation, Extreme Cold Special Zone, Q Zone (Old Cold Extreme Cold Area), about 150 kilometers southeast of Pwiginsk, "Independent Armed" settlement and trading settlement, Hermosk.
"Future", who had been walking in the desolate ice and snow wasteland for more than a week, patted his shoulders, shook his body a few times, swept down the dusty snow attached to his clothes, and stopped at the periphery of a settlement with a breath of life, several hundred meters away from the fence and the main road of entering the settlement.
The burning light of Jiaoyang hung high in the sky, dispersing the surrounding black clouds one by one, making the northern area of ​​Cruzd, shrouded in haze, finally reveal a bit of rare warmth and soothing breath.
Half a month ago, seeing that the fact that Ato completely controlled the "Chaos Group" and some members of the "Comprehension Cult" could not be changed, he had to walk south and prepare to go south along several strongholds and roads that the Federation did not defend heavily, return to Binglin City first, and meet the "New God", the supreme leader of the "Order Society".
Therefore, along the way, the "future" has been through the rarely-petitive ice fields. During this period, except for a few settlements that have long been abandoned and covered with bones, corpses and broken walls, today is the first time he smelled the smell of humans rushing into his nose.
If it were humans, the road from the "artificial lake" toward this place would have gone mad in the bitter cold wind, the biting airflow, the shortage of food, and the tortured endless ice fields until they die.
But compared to humans, the lost people have more ability to survive in dangerous environments, and most of them can control their perception of pain.
If you keep your vigilance in dangerous environments, the loser will turn on the pain switch so that even a very faint touch or air disturbance can be sensed.
And if they do not suffer mentally in the cold environment and hold on as much as possible in battle, they will completely close the pain switch and become a machine that only knows how to kill and charge.
Of course, the "future" is not a "unintentional person". As the "master" of the "order society", as a lost person who has lived with humans and played for so many years, he naturally knows the various open or dark rules between formal and informal organizations of human beings.
He stopped outside the settlement and hid the alienated right arm as much as possible, hiding the much thinner arm under a thick, broken and dirt-covered cotton coat. He raised the left arm mechanical prosthesis installed in the "Chaos Group" camp, and fumbled in the pockets of the top for a long time. He found several wrinkled old rubles and several new Ducats, put them in his pockets, and walked towards the settlement.
There was no excessive security force at the gates of the settlement. On the one hand, the "independent armed forces" did not have the ability to dispatch resources like the federal government. On the other hand, as the war continued, it became increasingly difficult for them to ensure the increase in the size of the team.
Walking to the door of the settlement, "Future" subconsciously put on a warm military green military cotton hat with rabbit ears drooping on the sides. Following the crowded crowded clothing and weapons, people crossed the "door" made of wooden fences and barbed wire. Under the watch of the security soldiers of the "independent armed forces", they successfully mixed into the settlement.
As soon as I entered, "Future" went straight to the market for exchanging various daily and military supplies. I squatted down near a stall selling all kinds of untreated sugar. Looking at the chocolas in the half-open sack in front of me, I asked:
"How do you sell these candy?"
"35 yuan new rubles 300 grams." The stall owner wearing a blue semi-treasure cotton coat stood up and quoted.
"Is this sugar made of gold or silver? Good guy, 300 grams of jelly candy is enough for the price of a gold coin." "Future" complained and looked up at the stall owner.
It was a very haggard and slightly withered face. Because he was sleeping in the open in the snow and ice wasteland for many years, he was flowing in various strongholds to sell scarce supplies. Not only did he have many scratches formed during battles, as well as abrasions that could not be healed for a long time, but also two hexagonal scars that were infected and extremely difficult to remove.
Of course, although this face is dark, the sallow face carries a snow cap with a full east-side nomadic style. It has a large gray-yellow cotton coat on it, which seems to be a little Cruzder-like style. It is just very dirty, with a few obvious patches and damage, and is covered with gasoline and blood stains, making it look sloppy.
Moreover, the key parts of this cotton coat, such as those that should be embroidered with federal badges and rank stars, were deliberately cut off, as if they wanted to hide the military attributes of this dress.
Seeing the "future" questioning the price of jelly candy and being a little ignorant, the stall owner just pointed to the bag of goods, and lay lazily while lying down:
"This price, thirty-five new rubles, or a new Ducat is already very cheap here. Boy, it seems that you came from a place where you can't stay hungry. In this area of ​​the Extreme Cold Special Zone, under the management of the "Site Hunter" and the "Tourist Group", we, like us who are abandoned and disliked by the Federation, have such a little room for survival.
"But even so, there are only two strongholds in these hundreds of kilometers, until Demon Annihilation City. So, if you can get the piece of paper from the Federation, what is the name...what...that, yes, 'Scarce Material Exchange Voucher', then you can exchange it for white sugar without money, why are you still buying it here?"
"I." "Future" was a little speechless when she was criticized by Xiao. Indeed, even as the "master of the "order society", she has performed tasks in many places in the Extreme Cold Special Zone with her semi-official status.
But this is indeed the first time he came to the stronghold of the "independent armed forces" in a non-combat attitude. He can be said to have neither the rules nor the market conditions.
He smiled awkwardly, "Future" took out four wrinkled bills from his arms, printed with the avatar of Mekjeff Khidanov, known as the "Silencer", and handed them to the stall owner.
After all, even if the lost people can manipulate the pain and avoid the discomfort caused by hunger, it is temporary. If you don’t want to rely on eating human-like organisms to obtain nutrients, sugar is undoubtedly an alternative solution.
After taking the banknote and putting it in his pocket, the stall owner hung a smile of unpredictable information. He took out a worn-out iron box, scooped a few spoons of jelly candy, put it on the scale and handed it to the "future".
Looking at the future and carefully weighing it and trying to analyze whether the weight is enough for 300 grams, the stall owner smiled and said:
"Don't be afraid of missing out on the pounds. The 'Wilderness Tourist Group' will check. Once the missing amount exceeds 15%, we will lose our heads and roll on the ground."
"Wild Tourist Group?" "Future" said with some confusion, "They are all under control?"
"Of course, you still have some understanding of the 'Wild Tourist Group'. He is a boy who doesn't look like a hungry guy. Could it be that you are the lost person? Haha." The stall owner smiled for a while before calming down his breathing and continued:
"Even the lost ones, there are all people here, just follow the established rules. This small town-sized village is called 'Helmosk', which was established a month or two ago, but until now, there are no less than 40 or 50 people executed for violating order."
"It seems that the 'Wild Tourist Group' really wants to establish a kingdom of [order] in the north. This determination to reconstruct [order] is indeed worthy of praise." "Future" commented.
"Yes..." The stall owner sighed lightly, with a smile on his face, and continued:
"In the east, I have been to the federal trade point south of Hoptov, close to the railway line. Some of the things that are said to be called "the guy holding a gun to maintain order, but the transactions and other things are in order. I went there and I was going to make a big profit. Good guy, including the cost and loss, I lost more than a dozen new Dukats. In short, I swear not to go there again."
"What's the cost... so expensive, can you make a huge profit-making industry like you lose money?" "The Future" asked casually while searching for a bunch of randomly placed weapons.
His pistol fell into the dark pit of the mine when he left the "old mine". In that kind of nervousness, it would be a blessing to be able to escape while the crazy Ato did not regret it. Naturally, there was no need to find the pistol in the "future".
But now, since you see something that is available for sale, it is better to search first, and take it if there is a suitable one, and forget it if there is no suitable one.
"The cost is too much, I'm not hungry." Looking at the busy "future" stall owner, he replied with a wry smile:
"Outsiders enter the federally controlled stronghold, even if they are not the Lost and the Supernatural Person, the physical examination fee of 35 New Rubles cannot be reduced. If you want to trade, you have to pay a stall fee of 55 New Rubles, a daily transaction fee of 10 New Rubles, and a one-month order maintenance fee. Unless we have magic power or the ability to kill the "unintended people" in seconds and get the federal approval, we naturally can live and trade in various strongholds without paying any fees.
Chapter completed!