13 Mink Street

"Snapped!"

Neo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. Looking at the smoke in front of him, he seemed to have seen the battlefield and heard the roar of the fighting.

When he turned to look at Karen, as expected, Karen was sitting there with a serious expression, thinking and weighing.

Neo said nothing more and walked out of the military tent. This was a relatively bold and radical plan. When he proposed it, he didn't really think that Karen would directly agree to it.

After all, it's not the past. When the two of them teamed up, from York City to Darkmoon Island, Karen said that he had gone too far, but it didn't stop him from having fun with him.

Even Karen himself, when he was in this desert a while ago, took the initiative to attack the observation group that was chasing him, and harvested a large table of heads.

"call……"

Neo pursed his lips. He just felt that it was quite boring. How come the higher he stood, the less freedom he had before?

"Pooh!"

He spit out the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with the sole of his boot.

"The more things you have, the less you can afford to lose, so you have to follow me and learn to trade stocks. If the wind on the rooftop blows a few more times, you will no longer worry about gains and losses, and you will be able to see everything with a clear mind."

After talking to himself, Neo shrugged his shoulders and walked towards his military tent. After opening the curtain and going in, he saw Dali Wenluo staying in his military tent.

Neo asked: "Is something wrong?"

"fine."

"If nothing happens, get out."

"I just wanted to come and see you."

"I said, you inserted the saplings into your brain and used the brain as fertilizer?"

"I was a little impulsive in the past, which led to some misunderstandings between us."

"No, there is no misunderstanding between us. I feel quite comfortable after beating you up."

"Just feel comfortable."

Neo sat down. Seeing that the bald man had no intention of leaving, he cursed: "What the hell do you want to say?"

"I know that you have a very good relationship with Mr. Kevin."

"Um?"

"Master Kevin plans to train some of his subordinates..."

Neo nodded, and then he took off his boots and smashed them directly at Dali Wenluo. Dali Wenluo dodged sideways.

"If you want to play this kind of gang game, don't call me. I'm not interested."

Dalywinro advised: "Sometimes, just to take more care of you."

"I don't need this kind of care. I'm not Karen's subordinate. I'm different from you."

"But I can't guarantee that you will die one day..."

"Oh, your big mouth is really good at talking today. Did you secretly wipe the shit?"

Dali Wenluo stood up with a smile: "As long as you understand, I have conveyed my meaning. If you have anything to do in the future, please give me instructions."

"If Karen had seen your face before killing you, I don't think he would have 'awakened' you back."

"This is also a manifestation of my pursuit of progress." Darylwinro scratched his bald head, "We can't keep Mr. Alfred in that dangerous and embarrassing position. It will inevitably arouse suspicion."

"get out!"

"OK."

Darwin Roe walked out of the tent and stretched outside. He was now very involved in this "skinhead" game. It would have been absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing if he had been himself before his death.

But right now, he just thinks it's fun and interesting. He has to live again, and he has to try new things and taste new flavors.

It would be great if Mr. Alfred could have a chance to taste the deliciousness of horse manure in the future.

"hey-hey."

Dali Wenluo laughed out loud as he thought about it, and the sapling he was carrying on his back also sprouted a few more buds.

…

Philomena slept all night and woke up near noon. She could have slept for at least half a day longer, but the reason she didn't was because she was hungry.

After washing, she walked out of the tent and walked towards the cooking camp. A group of cavalry passed in front of her, led by Lucy's husband, Karen's uncle, Duck.

Philomena often ate at Guman's house, and Dak also knew her. He immediately reined in the reins, and the undead horse under his crotch raised its front hooves and let out a clear neigh.

"Good afternoon, Miss Philomena."

Philomena looked at him and said, "Salute."

Dak was stunned for a moment, and immediately crossed his arms on the horse: "Master Battalion Commander."

Philomena nodded and left.

Watching the girl leave, instead of being angry for not giving her face, Dak smiled with longing for a better life in the future.

According to his wife, it seems that Miss Philomena and Richard may reach that point. If it really comes to that point, then she will no longer have to worry about embarrassment when she goes to her father-in-law's house after the war. .

Because the most embarrassing thing is at home.

On the way to the cooking squad, she had to pass by the legion commander's tent. Philomena stopped here and happened to see Richard walking into Karen's tent with a dinner plate in his left hand and a bucket in his right hand.

After being partners for a long time, there is always a tacit understanding, especially when working at the Whip of Order. Richard would help him go to the canteen to get food. Even after he became the office director, he did not change this habit.

Philomena once heard the female priests in the ministry chatting:

"Director Richard is still single and good-looking. He is highly regarded by the district mayor."

"Yeah, it's just...I heard from people in the cafeteria that he eats more."

"It's nothing. Although our allowance is not much, if converted into real money, we won't be unable to afford food."

For a long time, Richard was almost a huge loser in the eyes of the canteen chefs.

Soon, Richard walked out of Karen's military tent. The dinner plate he originally held was gone, but the bucket was still carried.

Richard saw Philomena standing in the distance, and Philomena stared at the bucket in Richard's hand.

…

"I was still thinking of calling you to eat and asking you to eat before going to bed."

Outside the military tent, Richard pulled up an attached curtain to block the surrounding view.

This was originally an auxiliary office shared by him and Dinah, so that he could respond to the call from the legion commander at any time.

Now that Dinah has gone to the communication group at the back, only Richard is left here.

The conditions inside are very simple. After all, it is just a waiting area. You still sleep in your own tent.

Richard took out a large wooden spoon and a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Philomena. Philomena took them and sat in front of the rice pail.

Inside the bucket is hand-picked rice, cooked by Richard himself, with a lot of side dishes and pieces of meat on it, and it’s very fragrant.

Philomena began to eat.

Richard carefully took out a jar and opened it. The salty smell immediately emitted from the inside, the smell of moisture and mold. This is also the unique characteristic of Wein Doenjang.

After pouring some into the rice bucket, Richard closed the lid, walked outside the simple tent, and lit an incense stick.

"Eat it, but don't let Karen smell it."

Philomena is a native of Wien and is used to Doenjang. However, because of Karen's personal resistance to Wien Doenjang, this food basically does not appear on the tables of him and those around him.

Although Karen has never explicitly prohibited it, the preferences of the superiors will inevitably affect the people below. Even the whip bearers have to smoke cigars and read novels with the high priest.

When Philomena ate, she didn't gobble it up. On the contrary, she never looked bad when eating.

It's just that she chews and swallows faster, and she eats for a long time without stopping.

Often, when everyone else at the dinner table had finished eating, she was just filling her stomach.

After eating for a while, Philomena looked at Richard.

Richard hurriedly said: "I have used it, haha, I have used it when I was cooking. These are all yours."

"Sauce."

"okay."

Richard carefully opened the jar again and poured the bean paste into it.

Philomena lowered her head and continued eating.

Richard stood up, went to the corner, and opened the small cabinet. There was a steamer inside. There was fuel at the bottom of the pot. It was not charcoal or fire stone, but discarded magic crystal shell casings shot out by the front-line artillery battalion. There were residues inside. The heat can evaporate for a long time, so many people in the army will go to the artillery camp to get this, so that they can open a small stove in the military tent.

What is stewed in the pot are ribs, but not from pigs, but from monsters killed by the enemy. Monsters killed on our side will be buried with respect, but those on the enemy's side will naturally be divided into meat.

Some monsters taste very good, and some monsters have poor meat quality, but no matter what, these are ingredients that can only be bought with coupons.

"Here, you taste the saltiness."

Philomena took a sip and said, "It's far worse than the captain's stew."

"Of course, my grandma also learned cooking from Karen."

"But you can drink it too."

"Hehe, that's good."

Philomena continued to eat. As she ate, she put down her chopsticks and spoon and began to focus on drinking the soup. After finishing the meal, she said:

"It tastes good too."

"Well, thank you."

After finishing the soup, she started to continue eating. It did take a little time to finish this bucket of rice.

At this time, Karen walked out of the military tent and saw that the next door was covered with a curtain and there was incense coming out. He opened it curiously and immediately saw a man and a woman sitting inside.

Philomena quickly tipped the spoon over and covered the miso in the bucket with rice.

Richard stood up and smiled at Karen.

"Eat well."

Karen just said this, and then walked out, feeling in her heart: If Richard and Philomena can really succeed in the end, they will really be very similar to Delon and grandma.

Men in the Guman family seem to use feeding methods to chase women. The inheritance of this family should not be the key to the Rubik's Cube, but to improve their own genes through this method of finding foreign aid.

hehe……

Karen stood in the open space in front and looked around.

Most of the camp has been moved, and everyone is preparing to build a new camp in the canyon.

A huge shadow covered the area. Karen raised his head and saw above the camp, little Kangna transformed into a bone dragon and was flying in the sky. If your eyesight is good enough, you can see a small black spot on the head of the bone dragon. That is Pu'er.

The black cat wears a red and black cloak and a red hood on his head. Well, what is this, My Neighbor Totoro Knight?

Little Kangna was very happy and kept circling and turning over, while Pu'er sat steadily on it.

Anyone who has ever raised a dog knows how tiring it is. You should take them out for walks regularly. Pu'er not only needs to walk the dog, but also needs to walk the dragon.

The dynamic picture above his head soothed Karen's mood, as if he was not on the battlefield now, but on the green grass of Allen Manor.

However, there is no going back until the battle is over.

In his mind, what Neo had said to him before, that bold and radical plan, came back to his mind. At that time, he was still surprised that Neo actually lit a cigarette and left after talking.

If Neo had persuaded him a little longer, he might have agreed right then.

Because Karen didn't want to spend the next few days just watching others fight and filling in the blanks on his own; he never denied that he always had the ambition and motivation to climb up in his heart, and Master Rasma always held the The whip whipped me forward.

However, just like the role of the "Regulations of Order", sometimes you have to convince yourself to combine your own purposes with the "Regulations of Order".

For example, this time, he had to tell himself that he was not risking the lives of legion soldiers to pursue his own development interests, but to revitalize the front in front of him with this blow.

This is a kind of hypocrisy, but it is also a constraint.

"Herald!"

"Here!" Richard immediately came out and stood at attention.

"Send my order to all ministries to stop all work at hand and prepare to leave."

"Yes, legion commander!"

…

Neo poured himself a glass of water, and then took out a small bottle containing red powder, which contained psychotropic potion.

Karen issued strict orders in the military camp, prohibiting the abuse of psychotropic drugs.

But this is not abuse here for Neo. Before the war, he had been unable to live without these things. For him, these things were a kind of medicine, just like vitamin and calcium tablets.

At this moment, the figure of the Mad Pope appeared in the water glass in front of Neo, and his voice came from the water glass:

"As a believer in the light, you are now fighting for the Order, and you are considered a subordinate of the Order. Neo, don't you think you have failed?"

Neo reached out and flicked the water glass, watching the figure of the mad pope fold and twist in the ripples, as if dancing.

"I said, you climbed up the Tower of Light and shouted to the whole world that I don't believe there is a God of Light in this world, which directly led to the collapse of the God of Light. Do you think you failed?"

"I failed. When I realized that I failed, I had no way to change anything, but you are different."

"No, no, no, please don't say that. Haha, I'm different, but I hope to be like you. For example, I have a complete Church of Light under my command, and a temple guardian group that obeys my orders.

But what do I have now? I no longer even have an identity in the Cult of Kosmos. Do you know what this means? This means that when I get older and retire, I won’t even have pension benefits. "

"The problem shouldn't be looked at like this. Some things seem to be owned by you, but in fact, they are also restricting you."

"Okay, okay, you were so excited back then that you felt good when you shouted loudly. Now stop persuading others. Damn it, have you been reading things from the war in your memory recently, making you more active now? ?”

Neo poured the powder into the water glass. The water glass quickly turned red, and the figure of the mad pope turned into the ancestor of the bloodthirsty demon. He said with a look of enjoyment:

"Ah, I love this tone."

"Shut up, too."

Neo picked up the cup and drank half of it at once, while the bloodthirsty demon ancestor's face was only half full. Yes, he was looking sideways.

"Are you really not moved by what I told you last time?"

"I said, just quietly use it as my data room. Don't think about the other things. I'm not a child. I can be fooled by a candy wrapper."

"But, isn't Miss Eliza the most delicious candy in the world to you?"

"Are you performing a drama, a cliché script about bowing to the devil in order to resurrect your lover?"

"Eliza is my bloodline. As long as you can find my blood crystal in the future, you can find Elisa's mark from it, and then you can resurrect her."

"That's not her, just a stranger who looks exactly like her."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

"Your seduction skills are really not professional at all."

"It used to be very efficient. After all, the bloodthirsty demon's bloodline is naturally attractive to humans. But the problem is that you are a suicidal person at heart. Alas, I am selling kerosene lamps to blind people."

"Okay, you can shut up."

Neo drank the remaining liquid in the glass.

In my ears, Mr. Luther's voice came again: "Dear Mr. Neo, you should help me pay more attention to the purple-haired man in Wayne."

"I'm helping."

"But you are at war."

"If you lose the fight for order, don't worry about people with any color of hair. The end will be the same."

"Oh, what you said makes sense. This is a new theory that is bigger than mine. I need to study it carefully."

Mr. Luther "ran" to study it, and Neo waited for a while, well, there was no sound.

So, among these "personalities", Phileas is indeed the most considerate.

Neo lay back. He had already developed a strong resistance to drugs. He had just finished a drink, and now he felt sleepy.

But just when he lay down and closed his eyes, before he could adjust to a sleeping position that made him most satisfied, the conch in the military tent made a sound.

There are such notification devices in the military tents of senior officers.

Neo sat up, a little confused, and walked outside the tent with bare feet.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

The sound of the trumpet means that the entire army is in first-level combat readiness. However, if there is no sign of an enemy attack, the entire army must move out immediately.

In the entire legion, he was the only one who could issue this order.

Neo scratched his head in disbelief. He had hair, so it didn't feel very good. For a moment, he had the urge to simply shave it off.

"Oh, is this the brain that has been smoked by miso? It's just... gone?"