Wasteland Echoer

"Blue... heart?" Wright murmured, looking at his chest in horror and the heart that represented the lost.

"Yes. Blue heart." Feng confirmed:

"'Heartless people' are affected by the burning liquid. Most of the mechanical hearts are bright red, and a few are blue. And we lost people are more advanced than them, and most of our hearts are blue, and a few are red. On the human side , sometimes we use this phenomenon to distinguish between us and 'unintentional people'."

"Am I really a lost person? A lost person... a lost person..." Wright felt a little dizzy.

He stumbled and sat back on the expensive bed, reaching out and stroking his hot blue heart, feeling that he was in a terrible dream from which he could not wake up.

After several minutes, he was freed from the psychedelic feeling and slapped his face hard, trying to make himself more awake.

Snapped! Snapped!

"Don't be like this, brother, don't be like this." Feng, who was stunned for a moment and then came to his senses, quickly took Wright's right hand with both hands and persuaded him:

"You can't harm yourself, brother. Although I know it will be difficult for you to accept it, you must learn to bear it and learn to accept it. Of course, this requires an opportunity to re-understand the world."

"What...how do you say it?" Wright's mood seemed to have eased. He breathed a sigh of relief, took his hands away, and held the slender wooden pillar with both hands to support his limp body.

"To be honest, Ning Yuan originally wanted to take you to the Giant Church, but the conditions there were too difficult. Those fellow lost people in the Giant Church only had a dilapidated underground camp that was still intact, and the other lost people were all there. The messy temporary camp is filled with the smell of putrefaction and blood. Their appearance is ugly, their bodies are strange, and especially their innate stench will make you not want to stay there for a minute longer.”

"But our Dark Night Church is much better. Our 'Brightness of Blood' Castle has been officially in operation for a hundred years. It has always been very low-key before and has not even appeared in any information on the human empire. Many of us are elegant and noble vampires. It’s just that now there is a shortage of supplies, frequent wars, and the environment is getting worse and worse. The yellow sand in the silent highlands is spreading continuously, making it impossible for us to maintain the elegance on the surface. Many compatriots are actually still struggling near the food and clothing line. "

"So, you want to take me to see you...the Lost Ones, and try to prove that humans are actually not much different from the Lost Ones?" Wright speculated.

After the initial shock and dizziness, his reason and wisdom once again took over.

"That's right." Feng nodded, showing a rare understanding smile, "I want to take you to the residential area first, and then meet with our His Majesty the Pope. Then I can give you whatever needs and requests you have. Ask him that as long as we can do it, we will try our best to satisfy you. Even if it is..."

Feng took two steps forward, put his mouth close to Wright's ear, and whispered with an indescribable smile:

"Even if you want me... to be with you forever, to help you, to assist you, even if you want me to be the food you choose when you lose your mind because of hunger, I will have no complaints. Because, in my heart, we are the same race , I am your brother."

Crazy, just crazy.

Wright thought of this sentence for the first time, but when he turned his head and looked at Xiang Feng's face that revealed purity, he changed his mind.

Perhaps Feng is just a child who lacks care because of the war and the situation.

Taking a long breath, Wright stared at the wind, forced a smile, and nodded.

…

Wright walked out of the "VIP Room A-03" of the "Brightness of Darkness" palace. With the help of Feng, he put on clothes that were particularly unique but also very suitable for his temperament.

He no longer had any military-related clothes or items on his body, and was replaced by a dark blue one-piece magician robe.

The loose robe was dragged to the ground, which was not dirty, and the cuffs embroidered with golden bat patterns were restrained, revealing a vague sense of strength.

At Feng's suggestion, Wright wrapped gauze around his chest several times so that he could no longer see that annoying heart at any time.

But most importantly, Feng hung a square, metallic, dark green pendant around his neck. In Wright's opinion, it looked very much like the metal chips he had seen in college in the previous world.

The dark green magician's robe, the pendant around his neck, short black hair, pure black eyes, and a handsome face that looks slightly white have completely changed Wright's overall temperament.

After all, the spacious clothes could not reveal his strong body. The dark style replaced his previous silver and military green clothes, making his overall temperament appear feminine and vicious.

Led by the wind, Wright passed through an area arranged like some hotels in the city of Chekavsk, crossed a chain bridge that seemed to be suspended above a dark abyss, and took a simple elevator down for almost ten minutes. After five minutes, he finally saw the so-called "residential area" in the air.

The extra spacious underground space of the "residential area" is divided into rooms similar to a honeycomb, arranged in a ring. Looking upward, each room seems to be occupied by people, but above, it seems that the exact edge cannot be seen.

The center of the "residential area" is a large square, but apart from the lost vampires wearing similar clothes to Feng pushing supplies back and forth for distribution, there are only a few thin old men selling some food for humans in front of their stalls. Ordinary objects.

"Iron pot?" Wright quickly walked to a stall, picked up a large pot covered with mottled dirt, and asked:

"How much?"

"Sir." The old man spoke with a tone full of respect and fear, "50 cents."

"It's also expensive enough. In the cities of the empire, the maximum is 20 cents." Wright smiled helplessly and put the pot back in its place.

"Sir, you see, in the current war, nothing we get from human cities is just inventory. You also know that if we don't go to the imperial city, we can't make these industrial products at all. You see, except for pots, I also have dismantled materials from the fireplace, aluminum bowls, and an old hand-grinded coffee machine. And... these, these, music boxes, violins, although they are old and worn, they are still useful." The old man still has some use. He introduced happily.

"Now... there is such a shortage of supplies, but there is still food rationing here, right? Even if you earn new coins from selling these things, where can you spend them?" Wright asked curiously, walking up and down Looking at the old man.

The old man huddled next to the stall because of the cold underground space. He was wrapped in a shabby army green cotton coat and had an unkempt beard. Although he tried his best to hide the rest of his body under his cotton clothes, Wright could still observe his feet without shoes or socks.

"Of course not for me." The old man's voice was not as high and sharp as before, and was slightly deeper. "For the child."

"Child? You...can you tell me more carefully?" Wright squatted down and kept eye contact with the old man.

"Sir, you also know that we are born as lost people. We have been here for so many years, and there are only a handful of our parents who are not lost people. I don't know that my generation started to become this species, but I know one thing right now, we are going to lose, we are destined to fail.”

"If I want my children to survive in human cities in the future, I need some money. But my legs have been injured by the damn human shells, and I can no longer go anywhere to... pick up some goods. There is no other way, take advantage of the fact that the empire is bombarded with artillery fire every day, raise the price and sell something."

"That's right. I heard that the empire is not friendly to the children of the Lost and wandering children. With the help of the "Empire Happiness Act", I... they have cleared up many children. After the empire's complete victory, it is estimated that they will still have to go through difficult times. It will take more than ten years to fully restore the economy. If you 'join' the empire as a child of the Lost, it will definitely be more difficult. By the way," Wright looked around and asked:

"Where is your child? Can we see him?"

"He is sick and is recuperating in his room. Our doctor told me that he seems to be infected by something, and it is best not to see people now. He still had a fever a few days ago, but he took some medicine leaked from the human military camp. Now I can finally have a good sleep." The old man replied.

"Has he been to the human side? As far as I know, the Lost are rarely infected with... viruses." Wright asked with common sense.

"I heard that he had been to the human camp in the north before. At that time, food was scarcer than now, so he had to steal things. But then he was let back for some reason. Maybe the chief there saw him as pitiful. Oh, yes "Yes, I heard that the camp was called the Donusk Area B camp. The inspector there, let's call him Keton, said that for the sake of his health, he was injected with medicine, but he became ill after he came back." The old man's face was filled with emotion. replied angrily.

"Perhaps it is a drug newly developed by humans for our lost ones. It may be a substance with destructive capabilities, but it is immature and the damage is limited." Feng, who had been listening silently, said.

"Perhaps it is some kind of experiment?" Wright guessed: "But it is destined to not be successful. If the lost people who are loyal to the empire are not like Aaron, the ruler of Chekavsk, they will definitely have a headache."

"But this is enough to show that Ivant is unscrupulous. In order to win the war, he deployed all the military forces at his disposal, including all kinds of new weapons, all artillery and ammunition. He even ordered major strongholds to respond to occasional outbreaks. The 'wave of unintentional people' is on the defensive and will spare no effort to eliminate us. After all, he believes that the existence of us lost people will continue to create 'unintentional people', although this is right." Feng smiled helplessly, and then shook his head shook his head.

"Will the war stop? Will Brett's ideals be realized?" Wright raised his head and murmured.

Then, he stood up straight away, picked up a rather exquisite music box on the stall, and asked the price:

"How much does this cost?"

"S$3." The old man still quoted an outrageous price.

This time, Wright did not question or counteroffer. Instead, he took out two crumpled new currency notes from his sleeve and handed them to the old man.

After putting away the music box and walking outside the "residential area" for a while, Wright and Feng finally saw a huge and exquisite door.

After stopping and looking up for a few seconds, Feng said:

"Ahead is the core area of ​​the 'Bright of Blood' underground castle, the 'Bright of Eternal Darkness' area. Only the Pope and the top-ranked Lost can enter there. By the way, this door is a replica of the legendary 'Carlo' Husband's Gate was built."