After a brief discussion, the underground space returned to quiet, and only after the three bearers of the name had left did a female voice ask a careful question.

"Is that really okay? Are you sure it won't attract the vigilance of the other side? ”

"Whatever affects the Lord's plan must be removed as much as possible, and the benefits that may be obtained are nothing compared to this, and at worst even the sacrifice of the three givers will not allow the heirs to appear."

In the dim space, the group of light led by him floated and flowed, exuding an unquestionable majesty.

The Eye of the Ancestors had been overloaded before, and was sent by Leo to the Brute Hammer to see if it had burned out, and although the previous ignition function of the aiming light had not been used once, it was civilized with the addition of this metal book given to Bai.

To put it bluntly, the metal book is a mobile power bank, with the authority to extract energy from some kind of unspecified wireless network, and in the words of this world, it is a mobile altar.

Although Leo is not yet able to extract this energy and use it, he is surprised to find that the energy can be shared between devices.

Under this almost infinite supply, the Eye of the Ancestors can directly play an effect similar to a cluster laser, which seems to activate some kind of preset function inside, if it can be used repeatedly, it is simply the power of the treasure level of the city, and next time he can change his line and swear victory....

"No, right?"

The Brute Hammer quickly poured cold water on him, and although ancient devices were not his specialty, he was an expert in the field of metal devices.

"This should be some kind of overdrive function, and there doesn't seem to be any problem this time, but it's better to cut half of the power if you want to use it, otherwise it's not uncommon to burn out when it burns out."

Lasers are such a thing, the discount of cutting the power effect by half is more than half, and maybe the thunder will be more effective than it at that time.

Besides, no matter how much power is played, the cooldown time on the control panel is the same, and Leo has no way to modify these presets at present, in short, the personal attack power is still a shortcoming.

"Alas, can't someone as good as me add one or two specialties?"

Ignoring the face of the brute hammer, he picked up the Eye of the Ancestors covered in the cloth, and since it was no problem, he still turned on the cruise mode as a satellite.

"Alas, alas, wrong, the one on the left is"

Leo unveiled the cloth, this familiar prickly feel, the smell of nothing, and the familiar orange-yellow shell, there is actually durian in this world!!

"Alas, this apprentice sent it, saying that it is a strange fruit from the south, and it may have been delayed for a long time on the road, and it feels like it stinks."

Leo picked up the Eye of the Ancestors with his left hand, grabbed the durian head with his right hand and ran out without looking back.

"I threw it for you!"

On the way, he threw the Eye of the Ancestors into the sky, took the durian and went straight to his room on the fifth floor, although many people couldn't accept it, but Leo had an almost fanatical love for durian as a fruit.

The smell is due to a crack on the surface, which means that the durian is now ripe just right! It's better to pass by than to meet by chance, why didn't I find out that there is such a thing as durian in this world in the south before.

Skillfully spread it out with a knife, take out a petal of pulp, take a bite, and sure enough, this is the taste, sweet and not greasy at all, I am enjoying it, half of my face is revealed by the door, and I actually forgot to lock the door.

Durandal snorted, searching for a taste all the way up from the guest room on the fourth floor to the fifth floor, watching Leo stuff the terrible smell of durian meat into his mouth with a look of intoxication.

"It's amazing! Leo, he's actually eating SHI.."

He immediately turned around and tried to broadcast the matter with a big mouth, but before he had taken two steps, he heard the familiar sound of machinery behind him, the sound of a musket being drawn.

"There's something to say"

Leo was silent, if he was really said by her big mouth, everyone would be the same, and he couldn't wash it by jumping into the Yellow River, and now the best way is...

"What..."

Durandal sat down obediently in his chair and watched as Leo pulled a piece of flesh out of the thorny husk and came to her, feeling as if a spirit had anticipated something.

"Save the ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Leo stuffed the cored durian meat into her mouth with lightning speed.

Maye felt movement upstairs, and at first she didn't hear the noise, but then it was obvious that she heard Durandal's cry for help, and although she thought she must have been beaten to death again, she decided to go up and take a look.

Opening the door, an unimaginable smell emanated, and Leo and Durandal squatted there munching on durian meat, both of them looking intoxicated.

"How! That's good, isn't it? ”

"It smells so good!"

Maye silently closed the door, disturbing and disturbing, and she didn't see anything.

Near the fjords off the coast of the Empire, it had been a long time since the fall of the Empire, and occasionally some daring merchants dared to dock nearby.

A mobile black market has been established near the fjord, far from the former Imperial ports, attracting many people who think that they might be able to buy some valuable goods from the wasteland at a very low price from the mercenaries or bounty hunters.

"Captain, I'm on duty alone today?"

Bill is a new sailor, and he came here when he heard that the ship was paid quite well, and he felt a little uncertain about being on duty alone on the first day, knowing that this is near the Imperial Wasteland, and there are walking corpses wandering on the shore.

The captain of the merchant ship's escort poked his nostrils and flicked it, looking very impatient, and took a bite directly after listening to Bill's words.

"Phew, you don't have any guts, Qiao Sen hurt his waist by moving goods today, it's up to you, what are you afraid of, those walking corpses can't swim"

After saying that, he left without looking back, and the cabin could shout that he would rub the cards well today, and Qiao Sen pretended to be sick today and just made up enough people in the cabin.

In the dark of night, on the silent deck, only Bill trembled along the side of the ship, always feeling panicked.

Squeak.....

There was a thud from the side plank, and Bill shuddered to the side of the boat and looked down, but there was nothing but the inky sea at night.

"I'm not going to do anything after this trip...."

Bill turned around, and had just taken half a step when suddenly there was a sound of water behind him, and his gaze shifted abruptly, and a rotten, damp face came into view.

Bill wanted to scream, but couldn't, because his head had been spun around and his body had fallen heavily on the deck, leaving a smell of urine.

After a while, the breathless body moved again, erected itself in an eerie posture, snapped its head back into place, and moved its neck to make a rattling sound.

"Who am I?"

"I'm Bill"

"Bill" muttered to himself, a horrible smile on his face.