The pressure is on Neuz right now.

As the security captain of this loiterer camp, he had to step forward at this time and take great risks to interrogate the other party.

Although he had some kind of orc blood in his body and had a relatively strong physique, the aura exuded by the muscular monster with a numb face and more than three meters tall made him feel terrified.

This is class oppression.

Low-level creatures can't help but feel depressed when they encounter creatures with a higher biological rank than themselves.

And judging from the calm look of the glasses guy, he is probably not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Despite the fact that he didn't have the oppressive aura of a high-ranking creature and was relatively thin, News' instincts told him that the big man next to him was most likely a vassal of this guy.

Because in this man, he felt something similar to the elder in their camp.

Such a combination has put a lot of pressure on News.

While their group of wanderers may seem to be outnumbered, they are not a tightly knit organization at all.

The people in this camp of wanderers are just garbage guys who are forced to survive and huddle together to keep warm, and gather together to dig up waste in the ruins of civilization.

Some of them are former citizens who have had their social status revoked by the Plant Federation because of their ancestry.

Some are the remnants of the old period who failed to join the federation and wandered abroad.

There are also people who flee because they are bankrupt and do not want to become fifth-class citizens.

Social civilization is very thin on itinerants, and it is fitting to describe them as a rabble.

Survival is their only goal.

If there is any danger, they will definitely unite and make a pretense.

But if there is really a fight, unless they can be crushed unilaterally, these people will immediately scatter, and one will run faster than the other.

As the captain of security, Newsy still has his advantages.

Although his basic martial arts are only level 3, he has level 5 [Observation of Words and Colors].

Based on his observations, the two men did not look like Order Keepers from the Plant Federation.

As an important symbol of civilization in the Federation, it is impossible for the citizens of the Plant Federation to wander around shirtless.

Moreover, the powerful and arrogant Order, if they want to kill them, the remnants of civilized society, are basically the same as killing dogs, and they don't care about any bells and whistles at all.

So the other party is most likely also a wanderer like them.

And the other side did not show any hostility, and Newsy now only wanted the other person to say something like "we just happened to be passing by".

In this way, the security team members can naturally disperse and stay away from these two troublesome guys.

While Newsy is not timid to be the captain of the guard, no one wants to get in trouble.

"We are free people who have broken away from the Federation of Order, and we have come here by accident in search of a suitable place to live."

Hearing Rare's words, News' heart calmed down.

The low mental attributes of the orc bloodline make him very susceptible to the influence of mental skills, and Rare's [Expression] skill continues to be judged successful on him.

And Riel didn't mean to lie at all when he spoke, he was telling the truth.

It's just that speaking is an art about the truth, and how to express the same facts in appropriate language depends on the speaker's artistic attainments.

Clearly, Riel is the master of the art.

He is only responsible for creating art with his heart, and what kind of truth others can learn from it depends entirely on the listener's personal level of artistic appreciation.

With the ability of a layman to appreciate art like a Neuzmen, it is natural to naively think that Riel is like some of the fugitives in the camp, because he is bankrupt and does not want to become a fifth-class citizen, so he has left the Federation of Order.

These fugitives know what it means to be a fifth-class citizen, so they would rather give up their citizenship than become mining machines.

However, such people are also very few in the Federation.

Most of the citizens of the Federation, and even most of the wanderers, are willing to stay in the Federation of Order and retain their citizenship, even if they can only mine for the rest of their lives.

For those who voluntarily renounced their citizenship, News' attitude was one of bliss.

After all, he knew how difficult it was to survive without citizenship in the Federation of Order!

Seeing that the other party had let his guard down, Riel took the opportunity to go further.

"You must be some of us, right?"

After learning about Rare's identity, Newsy let down his guard and nodded.

"Almost, we're all wanderers who aren't accepted into the Federation of Order."

He glanced at the sledgehammer, which was more than three meters high, and deliberately solicited.

"If you want to join us, you can do that, but you have to meet the elder first, as long as he approves of you."

Hearing this, the corners of Riel's mouth rose slightly, revealing an extremely natural smile.

Plan to pass!

He just wanted to meet the leader of this area, but he didn't expect the other party to directly provide a leading service!

Naturally, Rare is led by News, towards the camp.

With a few words, the conversation box was opened, and Riel and Newsy talked about each other on the way.

As he spoke, Rare learns that they were originally just wandering outcasts, but that a knowledgeable linen-robed elder had brought them together.

His knowledge was vast and profound.

Under his leadership and guidance, they, the garbage-like wanderers of society, have found a stable way to survive.

It is to hide underground and dig up the relics of the old era, obtain living items, and then make a living by stealing some food from the federal plantation.

That sounds like they're more like social garbage......

But no matter what, under the leadership of the elders, the camp team has grown day by day, from a few hundred to a few hundred people now.

[You have completed a non-coercive interrogation, social experience +18]

Through Riel's extremely sophisticated set of conversations, coupled with the effects of [Expression] skills, the relationship between him and Newse has been activated in a short period of time.

They had exchanged each other's names and had a great time.

"Riel, do you know what my ideals are?"

"I can't guess it, it must be something amazing!"

Newsy touched his head and laughed.

"I wanted to have a piece of land where I could grow rye, and I could learn how to grow rye, so that I could feed myself all the time and not have to risk going to the ground to steal food."

Riel was stunned for a moment, and said with a complicated smile in his eyes.

"It's a great idea."

Hearing Riel's affirmation, Newsy smiled happily, but with a hint of regret in his smile.

"It's a pity that there is no land in the ground where rye can be grown, although I don't know much, but rye can only grow in sunny land, right? And it's impossible for me to learn about planting in the Federation of Order......"

But soon he exhorted himself.

"Ha, but it doesn't matter, the ideal should be ambitious, too easy to achieve, is it still called the ideal!"

Looking at the dark dome above, Riel nodded in acquiescence.

"Well said! The ideal should be ambitious, as long as you work hard, you will definitely achieve it! ”

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Camp Elders

While talking, laughing, and talking about their ideals in life, Newse and Riel came to a fairly neat shack.

It seems that no matter where the leader is, there will always be a few standing guard in front of the building.

Even in a cold place like the Wanderer's Camp, there were two guards dressed in shabby chimera armor standing in front of the shack.

These armors are all pieced together from scrap excavated in the ruins, full of wasteland style.

Seeing that Riel was fine, but at the sight of the oppressive size of the sledgehammer, the guards couldn't help but feel a trace of pressure.

"Hey, News, who are these two guys, look at the eyes, how did you bring them here?!"

News, who was standing on the sidelines, didn't think of Riel as an outsider anymore, and he replied loudly.

"They're new federal fugitives, don't worry, they're nice people, I'll take them to meet the elders."

Seeing this, the guard nodded, News, the security captain, has always been very accurate in seeing people, and he said that it should be no problem if he is good.

"Okay, be polite when you see the elder, he's a busy man, if he's busy with work, don't bother him, stand aside and wait."

Newsy glanced at Riel and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, the elder is a very kind person, and he will definitely appreciate a young man like you!"

Smiling, Riel walked into the shed with a leisurely stroll.

At first glance, the inside of the shack does not look like the place where a certain boss lives.

Not only does it not have any elevating decoration, but it is piled up like a warehouse with all kinds of discarded items.

A thin, unsightly old man with his back to Riel is buried in a pile of groceries and pounding old things.

Before Riel could speak, a hoarse voice came from under the other party's linen robe.

"Well, there is a young man in good spirits, please sit at will, please forgive me for the mess in the house."

Riel could feel that the calmness in the other party's words was not pretended, but the absolute confidence brought by strength.

is a master, and in terms of strength, he is definitely not under Bastede.

The strength here is not the state of the opponent when he fights with himself, but the strength he shows when he controls the planting network hub to suppress hundreds or thousands of miners.

A plant energy manipulator who does not manipulate a plant energy weapon is basically the same as a caster who does not cast spells, and his strength has shrunk to a ridiculous extent.

Although the opponent's strength is unfathomable, Arrail is also full of confidence.

Now he is no longer the unskilled little miner he used to be, but a veteran miner with a strong physique.

As long as he gets serious, even the firepower of Basted he has the confidence to win.

Although from the comparison of panel attributes, Arrail is, but this is the confidence of a real high play.

The old man in the linen robe who crawled out of the pile of debris glanced deeply at Riel with eyes that contained deep gaze, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Very good eyes, there are not many young people like you in this world now! Just escaped from the Federation?"

Riel glanced at his worn pants, which were clearly in the style of a Federation product in terms of workmanship, although they lacked the ability to control his mind.

The other party is also a meticulous and quick-witted person.

Riel is smiling and unleashing his language arts.

"That's right, my friend and I came from a fifth-class place from somewhere else, wandered around for a while, and were forced into a cave when we encountered some trouble, and we happened to come here along the cave."

This passage is full of artistic atmosphere, although it fully expresses the facts, but it gives the listener infinite space for reverie, which can make people have a variety of different artistic understandings.

The elder smiled slightly, savoring Riel's artwork with a look of intoxication.

"Really? Hehe, you're really not ordinary! I was going to ask if you would be interested in staying here, but it doesn't look like you're someone interested in staying here for a long time, do you? ”

The old man's words were quite subtle, and without showing a trace, he began to drive Riel out.

Meet an art connoisseur!

Riel smiled indifferently and replied with a pretending to have low reading comprehension skills.

"Not necessarily, what you're doing seems interesting?"

The elder still had a smile on his face, and he responded naturally.

"What's the point, it's just survival! Now that the earthly world is the territory of the Federation, we marginal people who have been abandoned by civilization can only hide in the ground and pick up some rags to maintain our lives......"

"Hehe, yes, it's really not easy for people like us to survive, so everyone should unite to ......"

After a few words, Riel is sure that the other party is definitely not as simple as an ordinary wanderer!

And the turtle is cowering in this underground, not just to survive.

There must be an article in this underground ruin!

The two cautiously and casually continue to probe and carry out a wonderful artistic exchange, just like two masters in fencing.

The sledgehammer on the side glanced back and forth between the two, unable to say anything, like a referee......

"Old man, I've learned how to transform magic, teach me some powerful spells!"

At this moment, a small head poked in from outside the door, and saw a little Lori who was one meter four tall appeared in the shack with a big grin.

The big eyes saw Ryel's figure, and immediately showed a wary look.

"Uh...... Who are you two?!"