Duchamp had only spent a few days in Chase, and he discussed the idea of founding the "Guiding Valley" with Dr. Russell in detail, and hurriedly purchased a batch of goods to take away according to the list given by the road.

After a brief combing of the complete set of information extracted from the surveillance equipment, Duchamp asked Dan to send it directly to Cassius by the Guerrilla Association, and he himself was busy returning to Pvennis to continue the promising international cause.

As the sun set in early September, Duchamp stepped out of the bus stop south of Pvennis and took in the intimate town.

In the mountains and forests to the west, there is already a hint of twilight, and many trees have begun to turn yellow and prepare for the winter. In the Gobi in the east, a yellow wind rolls up from time to time. And to the north, at the end of the desolation, it seems that the tall snow-capped mountains have never changed color, and at this moment, in the final reflection of the setting sun, the snow-capped mountains show a bright gold, which is like a knife carved line, shining.

"Pvennis is now my hometown." Duchamp looked at the familiar town with a population of just over 10,000 and remembered the first time he had come to Pvenis.

"Trust me, there's a bustling and charming big city ahead." That's what Lu's loud voice said. And the phrase "When you go into the city, don't look around like a hillbilly." ”

After running around the mainland, Duchamp knew that Pvennis was not "prosperous" in any way, and the scenery was not "charming", as for the big cities, he had seen the "Scarlet Capital" Helldam and the "Diamond City" Kasley, Duchamp knew that the civilization of this world was very prosperous, whether it was architecture, art, society, economy, or folk customs, it had a special charm.

He turned the square and walked to the spot that led to Iron Horn Alley, and at a glance he saw the big sign of "Green Forest Store". Looking at the opposite side again, the business of the old machete restaurant seems to be booming, and even the signboard is shining.

The old machete looked at the handsome young man who walked in with a little disbelief, and after a while, he hugged Duchamp and cried excitedly.

Duchamp sniffled and said, "Uncle Machete, there must be a degree of sensationalism, we haven't seen each other for four or five months." ”

The old machete pulled his fingers and said: "No, I haven't come back since I left in November last year, and now it's early September, almost a year." ”

Has it been so long? Duchamp thinks about it, really, it has been nearly a year, and it is really like a lifetime, and how many things have happened in the middle.

"Uncle Machete, how is the business of the restaurant now?" Duchamp looked left and right.

The old machete said happily, "There is no other business in the city that is as good as ours." If you look at this meal now, the tables are full. ”

Duchamp smiled hesitantly: "Uncle Machete, give me two small dishes to eat, but I came from Yumir, and I didn't even drink saliva on the way." ”

The old machete hurriedly went to the kitchen to work, looking for good ingredients everywhere to put in the pot. Duchamp ran to help him, looked left and right, and asked, "What about Chuck?" ”

The old machete explained while cleaning up the flesh of the monster: "He went to take care of the Green Forest Hotel. By the way, in the summer, I divided these stores, half of the profits of this store belong to me, and half of the profits go to the group, I have no relatives, and the money I saved will be kept for you to marry a daughter-in-law in the future, so that I can have a son to take over this store in the future. ”

When Duchamp heard this, he was a little sad, and said to the old machete: "Uncle machete, you are not yet fifty, why are you so pessimistic, now that the days are stable, hurry up and marry a wife, in a few years, the children will be tall." ”

The old machete shook his head: "It's old, no one looks at it, you kid is also ambitious, Goode will come back in July, you won't come back until September, and in two days, you'll be leaving again." ”

Duchamp shook his hair and asked, "You are going to cook so many dishes, how can you finish eating?" ”

The old machete glared at him: "You finally came back, of course you have to call everyone for dinner." As he spoke, he called a clerk and ordered, "Go to the Sparrow Hotel, inform Chuck, and say that Styry is back, and ask him to call everyone to come to the restaurant to eat." ”

Duchamp perked up and said, "Then I have to show my hand, I haven't stir-fried for a long time, and my hands are itchy." ”

While the old machete was busy in the kitchen, he was babbling to Duchamp about what was going on here, one moment the lord of the city had done something strange and new, and the other time the head of the Polaris Hunter Corps seemed to be injured.

"That tough uncle, how can he still be injured, I'll take a look later." Duchamp made a note in his heart.

At last, the old machete came up again, and said that Goode and Lu were at the end of Iron Horn Alley, and had seen a large piece of wasteland, and planned to build something new there.

Duchamp's eyes lit up and he asked, "Have they found a suitable place?" ”

The old machete nodded, and said affirmatively: "It's in the northeast corner of Pvenis, it's very desolate over there, what do you want to do there?" ”

"What for?" Duchamp smiled proudly, "Of course, it's to build a house for everyone and marry a daughter-in-law, you look at the Polaris Hunting Regiment, a regiment occupies the north of the city, we don't have that strength, and it is okay to occupy a small piece in the northeast corner." After speaking, he crutched the old machete with his elbow, "With a house, it is easy to find a daughter-in-law, Uncle machete, hurry up and find one, it's really hard to find, just import one from Northumboria, there are hundreds of thousands of victims there, and even eating is a problem, you look at the old handsome and handsome like this, maybe you can find a twenty-year-old daughter-in-law." ”

The old machete was decisively a little moved, and asked: "What disaster has befallen Northumbria, and why are there so many victims?" ”

Duchamp pouted, he had never heard of such a famous incident, and he roughly told what had happened.

The old machete gasped and said, "This is really miserable, the ground has turned into salt, so what do they eat?" Are there really a lot of little daughters-in-law? In fact, I can find a widow in her thirties, and it doesn't matter if I have children. ”

Duchamp saw that the old machete had told the truth decisively, and couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself, this is also a way out of the disaster victims.

After a while, Lu hurried in, and saw Duchamp busy in the kitchen, so he hurriedly pulled him out, and everyone went upstairs to the private room to talk.

Duchamp looked at the strength of the road, and actually jumped up again.

"Lu, your strength seems to be growing rapidly?"

Lu glanced at Duchamp, shook his head and said: "The best ascension period for a martial artist is twenty-four or five years old, it is normal for my strength to rise in the past few years, and your strength has grown by leaps and bounds. ”

Duchamp said hesitantly: "Why don't we break our wrists and take a look." ”