Roaming Gunners Research Base.

Kailan is carefully collecting design drawings of the revolver.

I leaned on the cold mechanical arm and watched her do all this.

Most of the revolver design drawings here are well-preserved and there are a large number of them. At present, there have been four large piles, and each pile is not one meter high.

I was a little worried about how she would take these things back.

Speaking of which, the four big stacks of drawings are not heavy, but due to the lack of suitable packaging equipment, if there is a strong wind on the way, the loss will be heavy.

Seeing that Kailan was still searching for the drawings without stopping, but didn't make any preparations to pack them away, I was a little worried.

After having endured it for a long time, but still couldn't hold back, he got up on his own initiative and started looking for boxes or ropes.

What disappointed me was that there was no extra rope or box in the huge research base.

"What to do?" I mumbled to myself.

"Seek help" Odachi gave its answer.

"Who to ask for help?" I asked again, "Simmons Locke?"

"Stupid, isn't the old man Bai Jingyu still waiting outside?"

Hey hello, when you look at my memory, you forget this old man.

Hurriedly ran out of the base, trot all the way, returned to the camp, opened the curtain, Bai Jingyu was heating in the tent.

Seeing the old man comfortably leaning on the soft cushion, he raised his hand comfortably, and kept dangling in front of a soft and warm stone. His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was not asleep, his lips wriggled slightly. Blew a whistle with a melodious melody.

Seeing me coming in, he stopped his whistle, raised his eyelids, and asked, "What's the matter? Your lord?"

I opened the door and said, "I need to trouble you to go back to the village."

"Back to the village?" He wondered: "What do you do?"

"Help me find a few ropes, and a few boxes. Oh, yes, if there are no boxes, sack bags will do."

Bai Jingyu's face changed slightly, and he trembled: "What are you doing...what?"

Glancing at his nervous expression, I explained with a smile: "Pretend something."

"Dare to ask...what, what?" His voice trembled more and more, his hands trembling unconsciously.

"Books" I confessed: "I just found a lot of books at the destination. My fiancee is very used to it, so I want to put it up and take it away."

"Books" the old man subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "Why don't you contact your majesty? He can even send a transport team to assist you."

I looked bitter and embarrassed: "If you bother your Majesty even this little thing, is it a bit..."

Bai Jingyu uttered an ‘Oh’, patted his forehead, and said: "What the lord said is that if you can not trouble your Majesty, it is better not to trouble your Majesty as much as possible."

"Then there is Mr. Lao" I bowed and said.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say" Bai Jingyu slowly got up, put on his clothes, looked at the hot ore with some nostalgia, sighed, and got out of the tent.

This time, it was another hour.

Bai Jingyu lived up to my expectations and brought back a lot of sacks and several large bundles of rope.

"That's it."

Listening to his melancholy tone, I was quite puzzled, and said: "Sir, you seem to have a serious concern, so let's talk about it."

A strange color flashed across Bai Jingyu's face. He pondered for a long time and slowly said, "I'm just a little...sentimental."

He was vague, although he mentioned the source of the melancholy, but it was not the real cause of his melancholy.

After thinking about what he had said several times, and thinking about the causes and consequences, I suddenly realized that I couldn't help but sigh, and said: "Sir, this is not your fault, but the greed of the world, blinded by desire, that provokes me. Killing disaster."

"But those kids..."

"I know, you are more difficult than the children in the villages who stayed behind. They have lost their parents, brothers, family members, their support for survival, and become homeless orphans..."

Having said that, I stopped, looked at Bai Jingyu, who was looking heavier, and slowly said, "But didn't I let the patrol go to the village? Didn't they take away the young children and old people who stayed behind in the village? "

Bai Jingyu's complexion became more ugly, almost as black as ink, and he shook his head heavily and slowly.

"It turned out to be like this." I thought about it, and then said: "That's okay. When we are done, we will go back to the village together, take the orphans and old people left behind in the village, and ask your Majesty to help them settle."

Bai Jingyu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "You don't worry about those children who grow up, will you find revenge?"

"Don't worry" I smiled: "If they have the ability, just come. I'll be waiting for the driver at any time, and will definitely treat them as real opponents."

"This... can it be regarded as an honor?" Bai Jingyu asked.

"Yes, it is an honor for adventurers."

The old man suddenly sobbed, tears falling like rain, and could not stop it.

Seeing him so sad, my heart trembled, and finally understood the real reason for his ugly face.

Those children and old people who stayed behind in the village, I'm afraid... are all killed.

After a long silence, I asked in a low voice, "How is the village...?"

"Dead." The old man wiped his tears and said sadly: "They are all dead. When I got there, the patrol team was stacking up a corpse, preparing to burn it in fire."

For some reason, after hearing Bai Jingyu's description, I was upset and irritated. I wanted to roar up to the sky several times, or use this pair of flesh fists to smash the raised boulders on the mountain, or use a knife to make the hard and cold The ground was chopped down.

But until the end, I didn't do that either.

People are dead, no matter how irritable, no matter how sad, no matter how crazy, what's the use?

It will only appear to be more naive, show others a joke, and add confusion to the family.

Regarding this matter, I also have no right to punish the patrol team. They just went to the village according to my requirements. As for what they did and how to do it, they all have their own set of codes of conduct, but I blame me for not thinking carefully. , Did not explain clearly in advance, will all this lead to.

No matter how much comfort is said, it is useless. It is better to let the elderly feel sad alone, perhaps the effect will be more outstanding.

Back at the base, Kailan was a bit dissatisfied that I only found the sacks.

Those design drawings have been regarded as treasures by her, not to mention sacks, they are ordinary wooden boxes, and I am afraid they will not meet her standards.

I frowned, and in front of her, stuffed a pile of drawings into the sack.

Kailan pouted and complained in a low voice, but didn't play a small temper.

Seeing that I filled a sack with a rope to secure the closure, she reluctantly followed my example and installed the drawings.

While pretending, she asked me: "Where did you get the sacks and rope?"

"The village."

"Oh, by the way, that simple village" Kailan smiled: "When we go back later, let's go to the village to rest again. Let me tell you, I'm exhausted."

"I'm afraid...it won't work anymore" I shook my head and said bitterly: "That village, probably... is gone."

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