His name is Burke Bartley, the chief engineer of the Norin Kingdom.

The door opened, and what came in was not an elegant maid, but a strong man with rough skin and dark face. They added firewood to the brazier and took away a low wall design drawing.

Burke was not sitting in the splendid library of Nolin Kingdom at this time.

It's Pallotusby, the edge of the wasteland, the skin triangular house of the marauders.

His students have escaped, and the hunting team has not returned yet.

This is good news.

Burke took a sip of strong tea. He brought the things he brought with him. He looked at his assistant with a smile. The child was always restless and would not calm down to learn, so he has not been admitted as a scholar so far.

"Please, let me die, here we go again."

The assistant covered his mouth with his hand and spoke a lip language, which was exactly the same as what Burke said behind him. The content was: "We survive by craftsmanship and cannot care about external factors such as the environment."

Old Burke curled his lips and did not scold his assistant for his impatience.

In fact, he never criticizes others or gets involved in arguments.

When the looters locked him in an iron cage.

He calmly pointed out which wooden stakes were unreasonable and which locks would break with a kick. The students remembered and tried, and successfully escaped.

When the smuggler betrayed Burke in exchange for survival.

He just nodded, then took the initiative to take the pen and paper, and made his favorite strong tea.

As long as his heart is quiet, there is only learning and work in front of him, which will make him comfortable, and he can also enjoy challenges and fun.

As for who the employer is, why should we care?

"Look, we have craftsmanship, so bad guys won't hurt us. There are spices in our food, and our homes are warm enough to make us sweat. How happy we are."

The assistant was going crazy listening to these words.

"Teacher, do you really not understand? When the work is over, people will die!"

Burke Bartley took another sip of strong tea and shook his head. Wisdom seemed to penetrate his throat and turned into a sentence: "We survive by craftsmanship..."

…

【Looters Station】

[Attitude: Hostile]

[Number of troops: 13]

Ken lifted the corners of his cloak and squatted down on the gentle slope again.

He took a deep breath and recalled the scene he just saw in the cold wind. The gray field of vision became wider as his [mental power] increased.

This is a depression.

The sentry is set at the top of the trees on the high slope, with three sentinels forming a cross vision.

"Bring it here and demonstrate it to you."

Ken took the [Silk-Binding Longbow] and slowly pulled out the bowstring. The sound of the wind around him slowly faded into nothingness. This vision was not due to concentration, but because he had entered the spiritual world again.

Since the attribute reaches [Qualification: 3.0], it is difficult for the experience value to meet the consumption of one-time improvement, but it can be used to improve more detailed attributes.

For example, now, Ken pours all the experience points gained from the raiders into the [Bow and Arrow] entry.

"Huh~"

The bowstring becomes more stable and the touch becomes softer.

An iron barbed arrowhead passed through the gap between the pine needles and flew quietly in the dark blue and black night.

The sentry on the high platform just turned around.

Wow, rub!

The arrowhead pierced the throat.

He was nailed to the tree trunk with his eyes wide open.

"Look, it's quite easy. Try it."

Ken returned the bow and arrow to Quema without feeling despicable at all.

The other party blinked and was silent for a moment.

Under the guidance of Zhan Jing, Kuima aimed at the other two targets. The one close by was relatively smooth, but the one further away was a bit difficult.

He failed to calculate the direction in which the body would fall.

With a roar, the man fell directly into the pile of firewood.

The looters bragging around the campfire turned around, and the leader blew a secret signal. No one in the forest responded, and then a series of hurried footsteps approached.

"Feel sorry."

Kuima felt a little guilty.

The gamers felt that this apology was a bit nit-picky.

Ken patted him on the shoulder, and several people disappeared from the slope according to the backup plan.

Not long after, there was a commotion in the camp.

…

Burke Bartley picked up the bottomed teacup.

He reinserted the quill into the ink bottle, put a few drawing tools back into the box, and hummed the social ditty again.

There were heavy footsteps outside the door.

Several looters came in shouting, and without any explanation, they picked up the two of them and walked out.

"Uncle, don't kill us, we haven't finished the drawing yet."

The apprentice's legs plowed two grooves in the snow.

They were not hanged or fed to bobcats, but were put into cells deep in the main house.

Burke straightened his clothes and put on his wiped glasses again. He was a little disappointed with his apprentice, thinking that maybe he was really not suitable for learning.

"Teacher, we are about to die!"

This kid is so pessimistic.

Burke looked around. This room was remodeled according to his own drawings.

"Look, the workmanship and details are so good. It's a pity that they have jobs, otherwise I really want to enroll them in the academy."

"Teacher!" the apprentice collapsed and cried. "Can you stop thinking about design all the time?"

He wanted to retort that it was because of the "work" of this group of plunderers that they were reduced to this situation and could die at any time.

Burke still shook his head slightly, his lips and chin rising.

He stretched out his fat hand and continued to touch along the main beam of the cage, bypassing two key stress-bearing structures, and then gave a gentle push...

Eee, bang!

The whole house collapsed, and the place where they stood happened to be the only safe area in the ruins.

Burke dusted himself off and turned around to see that the young apprentice was already stunned.

He suddenly realized that this was an extremely rare opportunity, so he earnestly taught: "Remember, we survive by craftsmanship..."

Outside the camp.

Two strong men were digging a hole to dump the body. Next to them were two barrels of ointment for igniting fires.

The corpse must be disposed of, otherwise it may crawl out at night after being infected by the hunter.

"Well, what's the noise?"

They put down their tools and turned around, only to find that their main building had collapsed, and several of their companions were outside anxiously.

A flaming arrowhead fell into the ointment.

The heat wave accompanied by severe pain gathered into a tornado, and in just a few breaths, they were sent away.

The looters spotted the fire.

"The intruders are outside," they picked up their weapons and ran towards them. "Don't let them get away!"

However, at this time, Ken and Kuima had already taken advantage of the chaos and arrived at the housing area.

But no one knows what exactly happened here.

Just when they were at a loss what to do, Ken, who had keen senses, noticed something unusual. He led the team over the ruins and came to the small square on the side.

Animal cages and prison cages were stacked on top of each other, and a corpse was hung on the boom.

Under the dried skeleton, two people were waiting quietly. The young [apprentice] was huddled behind, trembling and without any backbone.

The older man held the wooden box and seemed not surprised.
To be continued...