Colonial Suit

Was it him?

Looking at the blood pupils with a calm expression, Harrow's heart stirred slightly.

Of course, he had no evidence, but Blood Pupil was the only member of the entire troupe with an unknown origin. Moreover, Blood Pupil had shown such tyrannical strength at the beginning. There was no reason not to be suspicious.

But Harrow knew that even if it was him, he wouldn't admit it. Because from any point of view, Blood Pupil seemed indifferent to this troupe. That feeling of seeming close but actually rejecting people thousands of miles away could only be clearly distinguished by an old fox like Harrow.

A low sob sounded in the carriage. It was Jessica. She was squatting in a corner of the carriage, a large expanse of snow-white exposed under her ragged clothes, with visible scratch marks on it. The scene just now was too terrifying. Although the girl was not humiliated, she was frightened. Especially the feeling of the soldier's headless corpse pressing on her body, which lingered like a nightmare. Now that she was finally out of danger, Jessica had the opportunity to cry.

Harrow silently picked up a blanket, silently walked to the corner of the vehicle, and silently draped the blanket over Jessica.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end, but Jessica seemed to feel Harrow's concern and looked up at him.

"Thank you, Uncle Harrow."

"This is reality," Harrow replied softly. "My child, this is reality. Whether you admit it or not, no matter how many legends you have heard before. But you have already seen it. Even Karlster is not necessarily a paradise for people. If you want to be respected here, relying on a woman's assets is not enough. I think, maybe you should reconsider."

"…………" Jessica lowered her head and sobbed again.

Harrow was right, she should reconsider.

Originally, Jessica thought that with her beauty, she could always find a place to live in the Land of Paradise, even if she became someone else's plaything, it would be better than being in the wild. But the previous encounter shattered her fantasy. She now knew that among the residents of the Land of Paradise, she was not even considered a person. Just a pariah.

They would play with her when they wanted to, and throw her away or even kill her when they didn't. In the Land of Paradise, her experience would not be much better than in the wild, or even worse.

"Thank you… Thank you…" Jessica said with tears in her eyes. Her appearance was indescribably pitiful.

She finally understood now that the reason why she hadn't encountered too much violence and humiliation before was mainly due to Uncle Harrow's protection. Without Uncle Harrow, she would just be a lamb exposed to the eyes of beasts.

In despair, she curled herself up into a ball and shrank into a corner of the carriage, like a kitten abandoned by someone. She just secretly shed tears.

"This child is frightened."

Harrow returned to Blood Pupil and sat down, saying in a low voice, "She has always been under the protection of the troupe and has never seen such a tragic scene. I really hope she doesn't leave a shadow in her heart."

Blood Pupil glanced at him without speaking.

This is the apocalypse... the apocalypse that Blood Pupil was familiar with.

In fact, compared to many people Blood Pupil had seen, Jessica's experience was considered good. At least with Harrow's protection, she wouldn't suffer too much. But Blood Pupil knew that many girls in the apocalypse became other people's toys from a young age, just to fill their hunger with a little food. Every year, many corpses were abandoned in the sewers of the shelter.

People who don't know how to compete and only rely on others will never have the right to survive in the apocalypse.

"By the way, you said that person was a mercenary vassal?" Seeing that Blood Pupil was not interested, Harrow changed the topic. "But aren't mercenary vassals big figures from above? Why would he come here?"

"I just said that his strength has reached that level. As for whether he has that status, I don't know," Blood Pupil thought for a while and answered indifferently.

"That's already amazing. Becoming a mercenary vassal means he can leave this planet at any time?" Harrow's eyes widened slightly, his tone full of envy.

In his eyes, this was already a top figure. The ultimate aspiration of all apocalypse hunters.

Looking at his envious expression, Blood Pupil grinned slightly without speaking.

Next, the troupe continued to move forward. After another seven hours, they arrived at the border airport of the Land of Paradise. Here, they had a rare rest and replenished enough food and water. Only then did the travelers realize how expensive the prices were in the Land of Paradise. Their hard-earned savings were only enough to replenish some rough bread here. Even then, it was almost not enough. If they couldn't pass Karlster's inspection, they probably wouldn't even have the money to go back.

For a time, people regretted it, feeling that they shouldn't have gambled for a vague opportunity. But it was too late to regret it. They could only board a freighter under the arrangement of the airport staff.

Because the Land of Paradise was vast, people usually took a plane to Karlster. Although this ancient means of transportation from the Old World was not advanced enough, it was simple and convenient. Moreover, it did not need to consume precious energy blocks. So, they spent the next day and night in the shaking cabin. When the outline of Karlster rose on the horizon, everyone was in tears.

They had arrived, finally arrived. The dream paradise they had worked so hard to reach was finally in sight.

The old freighter landed at Karlster's airport. Immediately afterward, Harrow began to undergo qualification checks under the guidance of the staff. To put it bluntly, it was to see if they had the qualifications to enter Karlster.

Knowledge, talent, or relics left over from the pre-civilization.

Only then did Harrow take out a few memory chips and hand them to the other party. Then, several technicians immediately busied themselves. After a while, they gave the answer.

"There is information we need in the memory chips. You can obtain citizenship."

"Roar!" All the travelers cheered. But as soon as their voices rang out, the technician's next sentence made the smiles freeze on their faces.

"Limited to five people."

"Why? Why don't you let us all in?"

"We finally came here with great difficulty. Why are you driving us away!"

For a time, the crowd was agitated. The travelers shouted in unison, despair on everyone's face.

Although they still had more than thirty people left after all the hardships along the way, no one expected that Karlster would only give them five places. This meant that most of them had made a wasted trip. They might not even have the fare to go back. How could they accept such a result? They had to know that for these memory chips, more than a dozen companions had never returned. Their relatives were still waiting for this opportunity.

Even Harrow felt that these technicians were too unfeeling. Although he didn't need this quota, he didn't want to see the troupe he had brought for the third time end up like this.

He had secretly conducted an assessment before coming. Although most of the information in the memory chips was encrypted, some of the unencrypted parts showed some complex data. Harrow had asked someone about it and vaguely knew that this data was related to the cooling system of a large particle accelerator!

What was a particle accelerator! That was the necessary technology for the main engine of a spaceship! If the Bloody Council wanted to upgrade the civilization level of the entire x35, what they needed most was interstellar navigation capabilities. And the main engine of the spaceship was the most important thing!

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Such valuable information could only be exchanged for five places. How was that possible?

Based on what!?

Harrow's chest heaved violently, feeling filled with anger. When he looked at the technicians again, he suddenly found that their eyes were flickering, obviously having some thoughts.

"You… you dare to abuse your power!"

"What are you talking about, pariah!" A technician replied coldly. "This information is just garbage. It's already a lot that I can give you five places. If you nag again, I won't give you even one place!"

Before he finished speaking, the other technicians had already begun to retreat, about to call the security guards.

They looked indifferent, but Harrow knew that if they called the security guards, none of the travelers he had brought would want to live. This was Karlster, the capital of the Land of Paradise! How could they allow these people to cause trouble? Immediately, he shouted, "Wait!"

Finally, Harrow's voice fell, as if he had aged a lot all of a sudden. "Five is five, but you have to give me the fare back."

"Tch, a bunch of pariahs." The technician spat disdainfully. He seemed to be giving alms as he said, "Consider yourselves lucky."

However, although he said that, the technician secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

No one knew that he had been on tenterhooks just now, afraid that Harrow would make a big fuss.

There was no other reason. This information was too important.

Although he himself couldn't decrypt the information, he could see from the exposed parts that this was actually the data parameters of a large ion accelerator. The cooling system was only a part of it. If such important information was reported, the entire Bloody Council would probably be shaken. He didn't know how many benefits there would be at that time.

This was also the reason why he was acting selfishly and taking the risk. In fact, he couldn't wait to send Harrow and the others away immediately. Not to mention five places, he would be willing to give five hundred places. It was just that his authority was only for five places. Having no other choice, he made a gesture to call the security guards to force Harrow to submit.

Seeing that Harrow was indeed afraid, he finally felt relieved. He waved his hand to call someone to send them away.

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Are you sure this is only worth five places?"

"Hmm?" The technician's heart tightened. Following the voice, he immediately saw a cold-looking young man.

He had just retracted his gaze from outside the window and glanced at himself indifferently.

In an instant, the technician was frightened into a cold sweat.