Steel steam and flame

A cry came from behind, and Fule, who had not gone far, rushed over and supported him. But Sisia had completely passed out. Fore called her name several times, but her face and eyes did not move.

"I said Miss needs to rest!" Foer took a deep breath and turned to the man and said. The few people who came to greet her arrived at this time and took Sicia from Foer's hand.

"Take it back to your room to rest first." Foer told several people, and immediately took out a cigarette box-like metal box from the outer pocket of the suitcase. It was all silver and white and handed it to one of them. "Give this to me." Give it to Dr. Sal in the tribe, he knows what proportion to deliver."

After several people left with Sisia, Fule straightened his body on the spot, and the kindness and gentleness on his face disappeared in an instant: "I have lived for seventy-three years, and I have followed the trajectory of ordinary people. Indeed, There is not much necessity to live. Compared with you, you are still very young and may come into contact with a more exciting world in the future. So you should pay more attention to your health. After all, I have actually lived through these seventy-three years. It doesn’t matter about life or death. But you..."

The man glanced at the people who had come to the corner of the corridor, and then his eyes fell on Fore: "No need to threaten me, you can try it if you want. I hope to see this kind of thing. However, it seems that you are determined to put your life on the line." It’s bound to Sisia.”

"Without Miss, you are nothing!"

"That was in the past. Who is nothing now? Do you need me to say it clearly? You must know how to constantly examine your status and identity. In the past, you called her a saint, but now... By the way, when you go to the airport , the Fire Tribe came again, and it became one-tenth of the original size, and it was all packed in a wooden box." The man compared the size with his hands, showing an exaggerated expression, "Remember to tell our respected saint, if we still If there is anything left, a share will be left to her.”

Ignoring Fore again, the man turned and walked towards the hall. The situation needed to be reported. After a few steps, the man turned his head with a look of ecstasy on his face. He clenched his fist and hit his head with the knuckle of his index finger, making a metallic sound: "There is a piece of good news that I forgot to tell you. The Fire Tribe said that the saint we respect will be here in a week." Then we went to the training ground and said that we would conduct the first evaluation after returning to China. Remember, Old Butler Fore, I wish you good luck, after all, the tribe depends on her."

"You also remember my words!" Foer said, his emotions were suppressed in his heart and never showed out. It wasn't until the man left that he released his grip on the magazine-style pistol behind his back. It wasn't that he didn't have the courage to shoot, nor that he cherished his own life. He knew there was a gap between him and the man, and bullets could only break the air.

Going to the rest room prepared for Sisia, Dr. Sal had already started delivering diluted medicine to her.

"It was caused by overexertion." Sal packed up the simple utensils. "Probably, on the way back, the lady knew that these situations would happen, which put huge pressure on herself, and then it exploded at that moment."

"Just have a good sleep." Sal stopped outside the room and said, "Old Butler Ful, please be patient sometimes. Most people in the tribe are sincerely grateful to the young lady, but it is hindered by the patriarch's words. Batch people,,,"

The words must have been endless, so Ful thanked Sal, looked at Sisia's face that was completely in deep sleep, sighed and left the room, and the door closed gently behind him.

After waiting in front of the door for more than an hour, the young man came over chatting and laughing with a group of people. Foer saw the tribe leader and several familiar faces. And the people of Kos are among them.

Although reluctant, Foer still bent down to say hello. He was completely ignored, leaving no room for resistance or argument. The next moment, a huge force acted on him. Falling back and unable to keep up, Foer fell to the floor and rubbed for a meter or two before he completely stopped and took several breaths before he could catch his breath.

However, a few people had already entered the room. Foer immediately got up and went to the door. Those people were already standing in front of the bed.

The man took out a small flashlight and opened Xicia's eyelids to verify whether she was truly unconscious.

"It's not like he's pretending. It's exactly what Sal said. Excessive fatigue led to coma." Both eyes looked at each other, and several people came to the same result.

"Fore, report as soon as you wake up." The tribe leader is a middle-aged man with dark and shiny hair, like steel needles passed through rare metals. His face was broad, with visible muscle lines, matching the width of his body, which was nearly two adults.

They didn't ask why Fore didn't reply. Not many people in this group cared about this. They also knew that Fore was on Sisia's side. Several people passed in front of Fore, and one of them, a man in a black dress, stopped in front of him and looked at him carefully.

"It has been more than a year and a half since the end of the sacrificial ceremony. The latest survival rate so far for the group of people who entered as low-level strangers... Well, when I think about it, it seems that it is less than 1%. Fifteen years old." The man's words were very appropriate, but the content was not that happy. In other words, he did it entirely on purpose.

Watching the group of people leaving, Foer wanted to pull out his pistol and shoot out the bullets in an instant, leaving a hole in each of their heads. However, he also understood that the result of his doing this would be that his neck would be broken in advance before his finger pressed down on the trigger. The intensity of their level of fighting was something Foor knew he couldn't understand or understand.

After taking a look at Sisia in the room, Foer could only close the door and squatted beside the door with some disappointment. Only then did I remember to pull open a corner of my clothes. The upper part of my left waist was red, and several finger prints were clearly visible. He didn't even know who slapped him just now.

Soon after Dr. Sal arrived, anticipating what was going to happen, and brought some medicine.

"Miss will go back to the training ground of the Fire Tribe soon. Old housekeeper, you'd better come with us and don't come back." Sal spoke after giving Fore some medicine to help treat the red and swollen areas.

"You didn't kill me because you still have some connection with the Flame Tribe?"

Sal nodded: "They expect that this connection will disappear in a week or two. By that time,... Old Butler Fore, Miss may just be an additional test subject for the ceremony at that time."

"Even if that's the case, that's..." Foer himself couldn't answer the question. More than a year and a half ago, since the information about the sacrificial ceremony was suddenly leaked by some people in the Fire Alliance's information network, in the end Several large tribes banded together to take the initiative to release information. Many people have had various interpretations of this since then, and Foer also knows some.

"I'll just stay here," Foer said at last, sighing.

Winter nights are quiet, and the temperature is not unbearable for Fowl, a stranger, for a long time. It was like this all night long. Foer was thinking alone by the door, thinking a lot. He knew where high-explosive gunpowder was sold in this city. As long as there was enough quantity, it would be possible to blow up most of the building where he was. He also knew where mercenaries were operating, but he couldn't afford the price. He has thought of many ways and investigated a lot of information, but there are many things that an ordinary stranger like him only knows.

I spent the whole night thinking about these things, and by the time the lights in the corridor became darker in my eyes, the sky was already turning white. When he noticed the time span, he heard a voice calling him.

"Butler Foer." Coming from the side room, Foer immediately became energetic. He opened the door and saw Sicia wearing a long skirt and pajamas, her hair spread behind her head, sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes closed and her head bowed. The tube used to deliver the medicine had been removed.

"Miss, it's a little after eight in the morning, you can still take a break..."

Sisia, who was beside the bed, raised her head at this moment. In her opened eyes, a pair of faintly beating bright red cross pupils suddenly stopped Fule's steps and his soft words of concern.

Foer lowered his head and his heart jumped. This was the most intuitive effect of fear.

"Steward Foer, apart from the tribe, where else can there be an advanced communicator that can be used immediately." The voice was indeed Sisia's, but Foer heard a different flavor. It's not a weak tone, it's like a command-like question!

"There is it in the tribe, miss, and it can be used immediately." After taking a deep breath, Foer reminded.

"Too dangerous."

Fulton paused for a moment. Even though Sisia's voice was weak and the timbre and tone were unchanged from the original, he felt an extremely huge sense of peace from his instinct.

"Besides the other tribes in this city, the only one I know except a few merchants is the Cherrywood Hotel in the center of the city."

"Prepare the limousine, we'll leave in five minutes." Xicia closed her eyes, as if processing the information she saw was a huge drain on her, "By the way, there should be a fee, remember to bring some money. "

"Got it, miss." Foer breathed out and then looked up. Sisia was still Sisia in his eyes, and he couldn't figure out where this sense of dissonance came from. However, he felt happy in his heart because he thought that after Sisia woke up, she chose the path that he thought was the best choice.

Foer turned around, but immediately stopped: "Miss, where is the patriarch..."

"Don't worry about them, just wait for me in the garage."

The sound of footsteps disappeared into the distance, and Xicia opened her eyes and began to breathe heavily. The cross pupil that jumped just now is only in one eye, and it is still dissipating. She stood up at this time, found thick clothes from the suitcase, put them on, and repeated a series of numbers to herself. But she felt that she couldn't remember it, so she immediately took out her pen, picked up a book at random, opened it and wrote it down.