Alien paradise

Reske climbed out of bed hesitantly and found a pair of slippers that suited him lying beside the bed.

After putting on his shoes, he did not open the door immediately, but walked around the room to see if the fog horn was left somewhere in the room - this thing had long been bound to his soul, even if Even if he lost it, he should be able to sense it, but here, he completely lost contact with the horn. This hollow feeling made him quite uncomfortable, but surprisingly, he actually felt a vague sense of relief.

It was as if something that had been weighing on my heart was loosened.

Then Resker saw a strange thing on the wall.

It's about the size of a palm, with a piece of transparent glass in the middle, but it's glowing inside. What's even more amazing is that the light is still colorful and divided into several squares evenly.

This reminded him of the deliberately pieced-together stained glass windows in some churches, which cast colorful patches of color on the ground when sunlight shines through them.

Reske also discovered that there were several characters inlaid on these squares. Although he didn't understand what they meant, he realized that they might be buttons. From a certain perspective, the more particular a person is, the more they will work hard on small things.

He tried patting the glass.

There was only a soft "ding" sound, and a strange device on the wall suddenly moved! It opens a row of slender mouths and makes a low whirring sound.

Reske was shocked! He quickly shrank back, and after confirming that the thing was not dangerous, he cautiously approached it again.

Then he smelled a cool breeze.

Is this thing a ventilation device?

Reske stood on tiptoes curiously and put his hand close to the small opening. Sure enough, cool wind kept flowing out, as if there were many ice cubes hidden inside!

Interesting device.

Before he could take a closer look, there was a banging sound outside the door, which made his slightly relaxed heart immediately lift again.

Reske held his breath and listened for a moment to confirm that he heard it correctly. This was definitely the sound of a knife chopping on a chopping board, and the cuts were still bone-in-bone pieces of meat!

The image of a bloody slaughterhouse emerged in his mind.

When talking to other believers, he had heard that some cultists do have a hobby of eating the same kind of people. Is it possible that the same is true for the Karma Cult? In fact, Resk himself was not sure whether this place was the embrace of gods or whether he had fallen into the hands of cultists. But the banging and banging sounds made him more and more uneasy, because the chopping took too long... Unless there was a professional slaughterhouse, most people simply didn't have that much meat to chop.

The thought of him lying on the bed unconscious before made this feeling of uneasiness amplify a little more.

Resker decided that he couldn't wait here all the time, and it was better to take a little more initiative in his hands - even though there was something unusual about this place, he still had to go out and explore the situation.

Thinking of this, he reached out to hold the door handle and tried to twist it.

The door is unlocked.

He opened the door gently, and there was a narrow corridor outside. The sound of chopping meat was not far from him, at most it was on the other side of the next door. Reske followed the sound and walked over, quietly peeking into the door.

Bang bang bang——

It was a woman wielding a machete. She was humming a tune while chopping chicken pieces on the chopping board. The results were horrific. The chicken pieces were either bounced away or cut into empty spaces, but the woman didn't notice it and continued to fight with the meat, as if she wouldn't stop until it was chopped into pieces.

This time Reske can't be bothered.

He didn't know whether to sneak away or step forward to correct her knife skills.

No...it's better to slip away.

Although this woman was not a cult butcher who wanted to chop him into pieces, she seemed to be mentally unstable, so he felt that it was definitely not a good thing to talk to her rashly.

Reske moved a few steps forward and suddenly heard a very familiar voice.

This made him slightly startled.

The voice was indeed familiar, but the words spoken by the other party were in a language he had never heard before. It's not the lingua franca of the mainland, nor is it the Tritonian language... Even if it's a dialect spoken in a remote area, it's not like he can't understand it at all.

If it had been anyone else, he would have walked away indifferently, but this voice made it impossible for him to move forward. Resker took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door where the sound came from.

Then he saw a young man.

The other person may be slightly older than himself, but he is definitely not over twenty-five years old. He is holding a small iron plate in his hand, as if he is talking to someone.

The moment the door opened, the other party also saw him.

The man first said a phrase quickly, but after seeing that he was a little dazed, the other party immediately switched to another language.

This time Resker understood.

"Are you awake?"

He subconsciously asked, "...Mr. Chao?"

"Yes," the other party replied readily, "it's me."

What exactly is going on?

Before Reske could ask the most confusing question in his mind, he heard footsteps coming from behind.

"Oh, he's awake too. I thought someone was here."

also?

He turned around and found that the speaker was the woman who was chopping up the chicken. She still held the machete that shone coldly in her hand.

Looking at the front, Reske suddenly felt that she looked vaguely familiar.

"Who are you……"

"First time we meet, my name is Lovisya." The woman smiled.

…

In the kitchen, Reske quickly cut the washed vegetables into sections and poured them into the soup pot. Then he picked up a knife and chopped tomatoes.

"Do you really don't need my help?" Lovisya asked eagerly.

"No, just watch." He said while peeling, "Speaking of which, have you really cooked before?"

Although he had quite a few questions at the moment, such as where this place was, what was going on with the Gray Hill Mine, and whether the evil god had descended... But Mr. Chao asked him to talk about it later, because the other party was busy with very important things now, and The lives of thousands of people in Brilliant Castle are related, and not a single second can be delayed. If it were him in the past, he would definitely continue to ask questions, but now he has lost his horn and seems to have lost a piece of his spirit, so he just accepted Mr. Chao's statement.

As for Lovisya, he finally remembered why he felt familiar - this person was one of the leaders of the Miners' Brotherhood. When he mixed with the slave labor group to observe Gaotian Company, he might have had one or two encounters with her. Face to face. But compared to the sickly image in her memory, she is now full of energy.

Even the first thing Lovisya did after waking up was to take care of Mr. Chao's food and prepare a lunch for him when he was busy!

God knows what a terrible end result she would have made if she hadn't intervened.

"Of course, Hai Qi doesn't eat less of my cooking... Of course, she prefers to eat some of her sister's cooking."

Rebel miners, hiding deep in the foggy area, cooking... these words were connected together, and Resker immediately understood the other party's cooking skills. He didn't have any dislike for these low-level Tritonians, and even had some natural affinity with them. However, it would be a great disservice to Mr. Chao to feed Mr. Chao what they could swallow as a staple food.

He finally poured the chicken pieces and tomatoes into the pot and closed the lid. The basic process of this "chicken chowder soup" was completed, and the next step was to wait.

But having said that, this small kitchen is really magical...it is narrow and can barely accommodate two people, but it has incredible kitchen utensils than any hotel kitchen. For example, this stove that can automatically emit fire, the food storage cabinet that emits cold air inside, the small fan that sucks away the smoke... They are not strange constructs, but they have the ability to be comparable to strange constructs. Even the faucet that automatically delivers water is more exquisite and easy to use than the one in the noble house of Brilliant Castle.

"So...where are we?" Reske looked at the blue fire at the bottom of the pot and murmured in a low voice.

"Is there any need to ask?" Lovisya shrugged, "The answer is almost obvious."

"He told you?"

"No, but I know—this is Paradise."