I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 228 Hungry

"I don't believe it." Mordred retorted stubbornly.

Edward shrugged, with an attitude of "I don't care if you believe it or not", he turned and leaned back against the wall, and closed his eyes.

"Do you feel hungry? Edward." Mordred asked softly.

The man's eyes suddenly opened.

"A long time ago I asked my father how we could feed the people in New Orlando." Mordred said thoughtfully.

"Although I have never seen any supplies coming into New Orlando, I have always assumed that they were secretly providing food."

"After all, I thought the people of New Orlando were still alive. You know, living people."

"But I still don't understand that if people in this city can survive without a heart, then maybe they don't need food at all."

"But the strange thing is that the feeling of hunger has not disappeared with the body's mutation. When I woke up this morning, I was terribly hungry and thirsty, and I am still the same now."

"Haha, you are right." Edward affirmed with a half-sarcastic expression.

From the looks of my attackers, hunger only makes us worse."

"So, what do you want to express?" Edward yawned, looking a little disappointed.

Mordred put his hand into the muddy mourning robe, took out a piece of something and held it in front of Edward - a piece of beef jerky.

Edward's eyes widened, and the expression on his face changed from boring to extremely excited.

A kind of fanaticism flashed in the man's eyes, and the New Orlando people Mordred met before had a similar look. Maybe Edward was much more restrained than those madmen, but they were essentially the same thing.

Only now did Mordred realize that what he had done just now was a complete gamble on his life. If it had been for another person, the outcome would have been completely opposite.

"Where did you get it?" Edward swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"It fell out of the basket when the priest led me into the city. I thought I might never eat meat again, so I picked it up and stuffed it in my belt."

"Lucky boy." Edward actually didn't care what he said.

The value of meat in the city of New Orlando is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Half a vegetable leaf is enough to make these hungry bastards live and die.

He bet that if such a small piece of dried beef fell on the ground, it would definitely cause a terrible commotion.

"Hey, do you want it or not?" Mordred deliberately pretended to be impatient.

Edward did not answer immediately, but looked at the other person with suspicion. "Why do you think I won't attack you and then just snatch it away?"

These words were not assumptions, Mordred could sense that Edward was indeed considering such an action.

As for how likely it is, Mordred can't say.

"Since you call me 'Oakley,' I guess that's what you call a 'fake name.'"

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"Then the question is, Edward, how could you kill someone you considered a brother?"

Edward was a little confused by what he said. When he came to his senses, it was too late to deny it. This was the first time he had met such a shameless guy.

But that's not the point. Edward sat on the side, staring at the small piece of dried meat, and didn't even notice a trace of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Mordred, the greed in his eyes growing stronger, and at the same time the latter's uneasiness also increased sharply.

When their eyes met, some information flashed through Edward's eyes, the previous tension suddenly dissipated, and the Tulip Man burst into a deep laugh.

"Do you speak our country's language? Oakley."

"Just some simple words in Tulip language," Mordred said modestly.

"Oh? A well-educated man—a rare breed in today's New Orlando! Well, you sly bastard, what do you want from me?"

"It's very simple, one month." Mordred said. "In this month, you have to take me to know every corner of this city and tell me everything you know."

"A month?! Oakley, you're crazy."

"It seems to me," Mordred said, slowly stuffing the meat back into his belt. "The only food that will come here is from the newcomers."

"Food is so scarce, but there are so many hungry mouths, it will definitely make people go crazy with hunger. The pain will not disappear, but it can be avoided by being careful. I am afraid that hunger is the most unbearable thing."

"Twenty days." Edward said, the previous tension reappearing in his eyes.

"Thirty days, not a minute less. Edward, even if you don't help me, there will always be someone else who will."

Edward thought about it for a while, and finally squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "You are such a bastard. I promise you."

He muttered and held out his hand.

"Okay, one month. It just so happens that I don't have any plans to travel far next month."

Mordred suppressed a smile and took out the beef slices and was about to throw them to him.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Edward grabbed the dried meat. Then he reflexively wanted to stuff the meat into his mouth, but he stopped abruptly, carefully put the meat into his pocket, and then stood up.

Mordred also stood up, frowning slightly at the pain in his toes.

"So, how should I call you?" Edward extended his left hand in a friendly manner, seemingly formally accepting Mordred's request.

Mordred hesitated for a second before reaching out his right hand to hold it.

In this environment, it is best not to reveal your identity as Prince Essit, at least not until you find out the details of the other party. "It's better to call me Oakley. This name suits me quite well."

Edward chuckled. "Personal privacy, I understand."

"Well, what should we do next?" Mordred looked around nervously, fearing that another dangerous guy would suddenly pop up.

"It will be dark soon, be sure to follow closely later, otherwise don't blame me if you are swallowed by the shadows." Edward said as he opened his legs and prepared to leave the alley.

"Wait, what shadow are you referring to?"

The man stopped and said in a fearful tone. "If New Orlando City is a fallen city during the day, then the night here is a real purgatory."

Mordred had just grabbed a life-saving straw. After hearing these words, it was like a huge stone pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The last rays of the setting sun sank into the hills to the west, and the ancient and dilapidated city of New Orlando fell into a dead silence.

(End of chapter)