[Frez: Of course.
You will be given this name in the future.
Wiš’adel (Wi’adel) means ‘wishing for a home’ in Sarkaz.] [Wišadel: Sarkaz have no home and never will.
I don’t need that ghost of a name.] In the Hedley squad’s camp, W looked up and asked Hedley, who was writing something in a small notebook, “Hedley, what does Wiš’adel mean?” As she spoke, she picked up an unburnt branch from last night’s campfire and, mimicking Frez’s message, wrote out the clumsy, ugly letters on the ground.
“Wiš’adel?” Hedley said without thinking, “It means wishing for a home.” He then added happily, “W, are you going to learn to write?
I can teach you.” “What the hell?
I don’t need that.
Why bother learning that stuff?
It’s not like I can eat it.” W immediately showed her disdain.
Why study?
Hedley had read plenty of books, but it didn’t seem to have gotten him anywhere.
Wasn’t he still scrounging for a living on this cruel land of Kazdel?
“That’s a typical ‘uselessness of education’ argument.
Reading more will do you good.
At the very least, you’ll be able to understand price lists and know how much certain people are worth.” Hedley was frustrated.
W was smart; even without schooling, she had a special talent for explosive yields and structural demolition, and she could always find the enemy’s weaknesses on the battlefield.
If she were willing to study, she might be able to escape their race’s suffering in the future, leave Kazdel, and find a place where she could live in peace.
“You’d have better luck hoping W doesn’t blow you up in the next mission than hoping she’ll read a book.” Ines walked over irritably.
W immediately squared off against her—this was a scene that played out almost every day since W joined the squad.
The other mercenaries were already tired of watching it.
Seeing the two about to draw knives again, Hedley pulled them apart.
“W, Wiš’adel is a good name.
If you’re willing, we can call you by that name from now on.
How about it?” “No way.
The name W is fine.” W sheathed her knife, looked at the name on the ground that hadn’t been wiped away yet, and sat down silently, listening to the messages converted into voice.
[Frez: You’ll really like this name in the future, W.
And you’ll become very strong once you get the Ancestor Launcher.] [Yi Xuan: Ancestor Launcher?
What a strange name.
Does it actually launch ancestors?] [Frez: Yes.
There’s a group of special beings among the Sarkaz called Revenants.
They are dead Sarkaz who aren’t accepted by the spirits of the multitude and can only wander the land.
These old guys are indeed the ancestors of the Sarkaz.
They can possess humans or objects.
W will later obtain a weapon that can be loaded with Revenants and then fire them.
It’s very powerful.] [Fu Fu: So it really is launching ancestors!] So one shouldn’t get into a shouting match with Wiš’adel, because her ancestors are literally available in bulk.
Looking at the Sarkaz language displayed in the chat box, W frowned; she couldn’t understand it.
Those characters were enough to make one sleepy.
Always listening to voice messages, hearing those guys’ voices in my ears, it really is quite a hassle.
“Hedley, teach me when you have some free time later.” Using text-to-speech every day is just too troublesome.
W found it noisy.
Hedley, however, was happy for W.
“Sure, I’ll teach you when I’m free.
Alright, we’re about to reach our destination.
I’ll teach you tonight.” In the Lungmen slums, everyone was busy with their own affairs.
Frez paused his chatting—not because no one was there to talk to him, but because business had come knocking.
Walking into the rental room was a small purple rabbit.
She was very thin and small, her long purple hair unkempt and messy, and black crystals were growing on her thighs.
“Boss Frez!” “Rope, have you noticed any particular gangs?” Frez took some fruit out of the fridge and handed it to the little rabbit.
Rope took it, sat on a chair, and said, “Last night, two gangs were taken out by who-knows-who.
People from the Guard Department are investigating now.
Although they haven’t found the target, I spotted a newcomer, very mysterious.” Not long after arriving, Frez had his things stolen by Rope.
After catching her, he became friends with her, and later, through her introduction, found the first gang to join.
The second gang was also introduced by Rope.
Afterward, the two hit it off, specifically joining these kinds of gangs.
Every time, Frez would give Rope a sum of money.
She was an oripathy patient and a Cautus; besides petty theft and lock-picking, she didn’t have many specialties.
So he simply spent some money to let her utilize her advantage as a local.
“A newcomer?
From out of town?” “Yes, a Luper.” “A Luper?
A white one?” “The night was too dark, I didn’t see clearly.
I was woken up by the sound of fighting last night.
After the noise stopped, I only saw a Luper holding a sword by the moonlight.
Very powerful, took down a whole group of Luper gangsters.” A blue one?
Could it be Texas?
Penguin Logistics hasn’t been established in Lungmen yet, so it seems Texas has just arrived in Lungmen.
“I see.
Doesn’t seem very valuable, but whatever, take this.” Frez pulled a few Lungmen Dollar from his wallet and handed them to Rope.
“Don’t go wild outside.
If something happens, run toward Grey Tail Hall, or go to the Lin Family Candy Shop.” “Mm-hmm, got it, Boss.
I’ll remember.” Rope took the money and obediently agreed.
Bang, bang, bang!
The door of the rental room was knocked on with quite a bit of force.
Frez complained as he walked over, “Stop knocking!
It’s a century-old rusty door.
If you break it, you’re paying!” Opening the door, a strong Forte man with bull horns stood there.
His chest muscles were exaggerated, and his arms were large enough for a Kuranta to run on.
“Old Niu?” “The Young Miss requests your presence.” “Just send me a message, why do you need to make a trip?” “I drove here to pick you up.” Old Niu didn’t say much and had a simple, honest face.
In fact, he was a subordinate and bodyguard of the Rat King’s daughter, Lin Yuxia.
It was said that in his youth, he could take on ten people at once, hacking from one end of the street to the other with a watermelon knife.
“Alright, I got it.
Wait a moment.” Old Niu nodded and went downstairs.
Frez went back to change his clothes.
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.
Opening the door, a young girl with light purple hair sat at the table.
Pearl earrings with tassels hung from her large, round mouse ears, fluttering with her head movements.
Her face was elegant and beautiful.
She wore a black short skirt, and her long, well-rounded legs beneath the skirt were wrapped in black silk stockings.
Seeing Frez’s arrival, Lin Yuxia was concise: “Sit.” “Does Miss Lin need something from me?” Frez asked with a smile as he took the initiative to sit opposite Lin Yuxia.
“I’ve come this time to officially invite you to join Grey Tail Hall.”