I Hate Dump Trucks: Of course.
In the future, you’ll receive that name.
Wiš’adel, in Sarkaz, means wishing for a home.
Bomb Royal Court Princess: Sarkaz have no home, and there will never be a home.
I don’t need that damn name.
Inside Hoederer’s squad camp, W raised her head and asked Hoederer, who was writing something in a little notebook, “Hoederer, what does Wiš’adel mean?”
As she spoke, she picked up a half-burned stick from last night’s campfire and awkwardly copied the letters from Yunyan’s message onto the ground.
“Wiš’adel?”
Hoederer answered without thinking, “It means wishing for a home.”
Then he immediately became happy.
“W, are you going to learn how to write?
I can teach you.”
“What the hell?
I don’t need that.
What’s the point of learning that stuff?
It’s not like you can eat it.”
W immediately looked disgusted.
What was the point of reading?
Hoederer read plenty of books, but she didn’t see him making anything of himself.
Wasn’t he still scraping for food on this cruel land of Kazdel?
“That’s typical ‘reading is useless’ talk, W.
Reading more would be good for you.
At the very least, you could understand price lists and know which people are worth how much money.”
Hoederer sounded deeply disappointed.
W was smart.
Although she had never studied, she had a special talent for explosive yields and structural demolition.
On the battlefield, she could always find her opponent’s weaknesses.
If she were willing to read, perhaps one day she could escape the suffering of their race, leave Kazdel, and find a peaceful place to live.
“Expecting W to read?
You might as well expect her not to blow you up on the next mission.”
Ines walked over irritably.
In the blink of an eye, W was already sparring verbally with her again.
This was a daily performance ever since W joined the squad, and the other mercenaries were nearly bored of watching it.
Seeing that the two were about to draw knives and fight again, Hoederer pulled them apart.
“W, Wiš’adel is a good name.
If you’re willing, we can call you by that name in the future.
What do you think?”
“No way.
W is a good enough name.”
W put her knife away and looked at the name on the ground, which had yet to be wiped away.
She sat down silently and listened as the messages converted into speech.
I Hate Dump Trucks: In the future, you’ll like that name very much, W.
Also, you’ll become very strong once you get your ancestor launcher.
Casual Temple’s Great Swindler: Ancestor launcher?
What a strange name.
Does it really launch ancestors?
I Hate Dump Trucks: Yes.
Among the Sarkaz, there is a special kind of existence called Revenants.
They are dead Sarkaz, but they are not accepted by the collective souls and can only wander the land.
Those old fellows are indeed the ancestors of the Sarkaz.
They can possess humans or objects.
In the future, W will obtain a weapon that loads Revenants and launches them out.
Fufu: It really does launch ancestors!
That was why one should not get into a flame war with Wiš’adel.
Her ancestors were genuinely wholesale goods.
Looking at the Sarkaz words displayed in the dialogue box, W frowned.
She couldn’t read them.
Those characters made her sleepy.
Always listening to text-to-speech was also annoying.
Hearing those people’s voices by her ears all the time was honestly troublesome.
“Hoederer, teach me later when you’re free.”
Listening to text-to-speech every day really was too much trouble.
W found it noisy.
Hoederer, however, was happy for her.
“Sure.
Whenever we’re free, I’ll teach you.
All right, we’re about to reach the target’s location.
I’ll teach you tonight.”
Back in Lungmen’s slums, everyone else was now busy with their own affairs, so Yunyan temporarily stopped chatting.
It wasn’t that no one was there to chat with him.
Mainly, business had arrived.
Walking into the rental room was a purple little rabbit.
She was very thin, and her long purple hair was unkempt and messy.
Black crystals grew on her thigh.
“Boss Yunyan!”
“Rope, did you notice some special gang?”
Yunyan took some fruit out of the refrigerator and handed it to the little rabbit.
Rope accepted it and sat on a chair.
“Last night, two gangs got wiped out by someone.
The Guard Department is investigating now.
They haven’t found the target, but I discovered a newcomer.
Real sneaky.”
Not long after Yunyan came here, Rope had stolen from him.
After chasing her down, he became friends with her.
Later, through her introduction, he found the first gang to join.
The second gang had also been introduced by Rope.
After that, the two hit it off and specifically targeted this kind of gang.
Every time, Yunyan would give Rope some money.
She was an Infected, a Cautus, and aside from petty theft, sneaking through doors, and picking locks, she had no particular skills.
So Yunyan simply spent money and let her make use of her advantage as a local.
“A newcomer?
From outside?”
“Yeah.
A Lupo.”
“Lupo?
White?”
“The night was too dark.
I didn’t see clearly.
Last night, I was woken up by fighting sounds.
By the time the sounds ended, I saw a Lupo holding a sword under the moonlight.
Really strong.
She knocked down a whole group of Lupo gangsters.”
Blue?
Could it be Texas?
Penguin Logistics had not yet been established in Lungmen.
Texas seemed to have just arrived in Lungmen around this time.
Doesn’t seem very valuable.
But whatever.
Here, this is for you.”
Yunyan took a few Lungmen bills from his wallet and handed them to Rope.
“Don’t mess around outside.
If something happens, run toward Graytail.
Otherwise, go to Lin’s Candy Shop.”
“Mhm, got it, Boss.
I remember.”
Rope accepted the money and obediently agreed.
Bang, bang, bang!
The rental room door was knocked with some force.
Yunyan walked over while complaining, “Stop knocking.
This rusty door is a hundred years old.
If you break it, are you paying?”
He opened the door.
Standing at the entrance was a strong Forte man with bull horns.
His chest muscles were exaggerated, and his arms looked like they could hold a galloping Kuranta.
“Old Niu?”
“Miss wants you to make a trip.”
“She could’ve just messaged me.
No need for you to come all the way here.”
“I drove over to pick you up.”
Old Niu was a man of few words and an honest-looking face.
In truth, he was a subordinate and bodyguard under the Rat King’s daughter, Lin Yühsia.
Yunyan had heard that in his younger days, Old Niu could fight ten people at once and had once cut his way from one end of a street to the other with a watermelon knife.
“Okay, I know.
Wait a moment.”
Old Niu nodded, then went downstairs.
Yunyan went back in, changed clothes, and found that Rope had already left.
He closed the door, got into Old Niu’s car, and arrived at a nearby teahouse.
Old Niu led him into a private room.
When the door opened, a girl with pale purple hair sat at the table.
Pearl earrings hung from her large round Zalak ears, tassels swaying as she tilted her head.
Her face was elegant and pretty.
She wore a black short dress, and beneath it, her long, shapely legs were wrapped in black stockings.
Seeing Yunyan arrive, Lin Yühsia spoke concisely.
“Sit.”
“Miss Lin, what did you want to see me about?”
Yunyan sat across from Lin Yühsia and asked with a smile.
“I came today to formally invite you to join Graytail.”
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