In the evening, Hydra's headquarters was in full bloom.

No one can say exactly when Hydra M was established within the steel walls of the battle for every inch of land, covering so much area that it is second only to the airport in Area O, but it seems to be a distant topic, after all, it is a proven stupidity to talk about the crazy and mysterious three-headed and six-armed group of ordinary people who make their way through the treacherous meat breeding area of Area J to reach the rumored gathering place of weirdos. The factory break time is just two glasses of water and a cigarette, rumors are just rumors, and the city-state is still a city-state.

This dazzling thirteen stars of the north will always be brilliant.

A summer rain had washed away the blood stains that had accumulated in front of the Glatheam Tavern the night before, and had saved Vivien from holding on to a broom to take care of the one-third of an acre in front of the door, although she didn't mind, but occasionally some newcomers would give them a strange look. But no one dared to touch the cat ears that looked soft on the sideburns of her ears. By the time they reached Area M, they had already understood a very simple truth.

Either don't do it or never do it.

So Vivien's life has always been boring.

Outside the tavern hangs a string of neon balls under a dragon-shaped signboard, and while Hydra's blood can largely eliminate wasteland radiation, the only "leisure" place in the headquarters where you can socialize reasonably, if you are seen by the Nine or a member of the Crimson Guard, you will probably not see it as personality, but as contempt for tradition. In any case, the Hydras, who follow the two ideals of pure-blood and union, are not at odds with each other, at least as they claim to be the heirs of the perfect humanity before the war. Humans, on the other hand, don't grow a third hand or two heads.

Frankly, Gletham have rarely been as ...... as they have been in recent times The tavern was not closed, and as a caretaker, one of Vivien's responsibilities was to care for the Hydra members who needed the necessary help, she was one of the few outliers in Hydra who had the ability not to kill but to heal, but that didn't mean she liked to be called, especially when she was silent.

Vivien lay behind the counter, only the occasional twitch of her ears, and she was bored as she stroked the manifest with her pencil. "Holy Trinity, Absinthe, Golden Sands, Big Red Star, Black Swan ......" she muttered a string of expensive tobacco, alcohol and food that belonged to luxury, and then she twisted her little eyebrows, and her slightly baby fat face was squeezed on the paper, and the list was full of ordinary spirits, which could be both drunk and sterilized.

She knew it was mostly for the latter.

The candles on the chandelier were torn out of the shadows, and she tilted her ears sideways, and then drooped down, and at this time of the year, although the tavern was quiet, there was always the sound of bridges stacking over, and the Hydras at the tables of three or three whispered conversations. The middle row is usually reserved for Melissa and the researcher's royalists, who are separated from the pure-bloods from the Union. In fact, it is nothing if they are separated or not, because even if they inadvertently block the door, they are always the first to retreat, not to take the lead.

Vivien only heard the staggering, but she deliberately lowered her voice eagerly, and she felt irritated, a mood that had not been seen in a long time. She pondered for a moment, perhaps because she was used to playing at the table and the board between words. The third-generation Hydras, who had traveled far and wide, saluted each other politely, even if their ideas were irreconcilable, like the sabber-wielding nobles of the House of Lords. I understand that there will be a decisive victory in the battlefield one day, but ...... Since he didn't come that day, he was still a colleague.

By the oath of my soul, I will obey the will of the king, and take the preservation of the interests and glory of Hydra as the criterion for all my actions

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My brothers and sisters who are friends and love are like one. The solid color of the cat's ears skimmed, and it was impossible to see that this would be the meeting of the Nine Heads of Hydra, the ninth of which was the supreme source of power, the caretaker.

She was one of His Majesty's nine executors of will, the caretaker of Hydra's property, the common assets, Vivien von Helintokeli.

She knew her duty, and because of it, she had an obligation not to get involved in any internal factional strife. If we talk about this civil war...... Yes, she knew that the Second Civil War had officially broken out from the day Her Highness Melissa declared the idea of unity as the guideline for Hydra's future operations. She only witnessed the end of the First Civil War. That vote and verdict on the banks of the Potomac.

She watched the second generation of Hydra drift away in the wind, and for decades, she was at the bottom of the line, but she was never absent from the signing of a sacred agreement. It unites Hydra with the city of Cleveland, formerly known as Iron and Steel today.

She was still the well-behaved Junker before the throne, and the foundations of the Second Empire she lived in were peeling away from it. And her duty is to take care.

"That Red Widow heard that she has been caught by Lord Dufolun's Demon Eagle." The gossip stung her, and Vivien didn't need to prick up her ears to hear the whispers of the well-dressed purple ponchos.

"I've been running away like a rat for so many days, hmph, can I escape Lord Du Fulun?"

"The other day, Seth Zero actually asked to rejoin the Guard! This stupid pure-blood rebel wants to surrender at this time? It's late! ”

"Thanks to His Highness's kindness, he was just deprived of his ability and locked up in a dungeon, according to me, such a traitor should be recorded by the historian and warn the juniors!"

Vivien didn't feel a fire burning, she just felt a little sad. When did the preparatory members of Hydra dare to speak so unscrupulously about the high-ranking ones. She stood up and looked around the table and chairs, and saw not a gentleman. The Hydra who belonged to her and the researchers had already been added to the quota that had been missing due to the Civil War in accordance with the regulations, and then gave up their rightful place to a group of young people, and finally she had to clean up the tavern and clean up her decency by herself.

"You're quiet, you watch the drama quietly." His Majesty had said this to her a long time ago.

She is willing to watch this live drama without her all the time and supporting roles all the time. The people and things she loves and believes in are the actors of this bound Prometheus.

Vivien left the counter, and behind her was a dazzling array of glass crystal wine bottles. Every time the red-haired girl came back, Vivien could accept a bunch of IOUs and rarely use her mouth to taunt her. A while ago, she could also ridicule the red-haired girl's increasingly poor aesthetics and mate selection concept. And her happiest thing was on a sunny afternoon, when Her Royal Highness Melissa and Menendez faced off against the previous Raider Roland and the Thousand Faces Steinhoff. She and Adolfina watched the fight. Although Du Forun has always been unpleasant, he will bring several cages of white rabbits and blue cats, which are becoming more and more rare. The researcher usually doesn't come, but between young people, the old man is better off showing his face at the end.

She knew that after this time, there would never be such a little pleasure again.

She walked down the creaking wooden steps to the attic. Her Royal Highness Melissa, as Regent, would receive some of the new members he considered to be promising. After the soul ordination ceremony, she can happily host one

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A banquet for Hydra only.

The moonlight seeped through the small window and fell into the dusty floor, and she pulled out a note from her apron pocket, on which was scrawled a line: "In late April 2117, Zina Molfin took some cigarettes and liquor, and owed the tavern a certain number of dollars, and this is an IOU." ”

Vivien flipped over the other side, she took out a UV lamp in her right hand, took out a sticky note, and wrote another column of invisible handwriting: "I haven't paid off my money yet, please keep the goods I have deposited and give them to me at the right time." "Signed: I love you Fenna, and even really drew a heart in a stick figure.

As always, Morfin used this little trick to fool countless people, as well as herself, with the pre-war tricks she learned from the library of the Iron and Steel University.

Vivien looked out the window at the waning moon, it seemed that it had been a long time since she had seen Jiu Song chatting together in harmony, but they were all companions who had sworn to die together!

She picked up the sticky notes, crumpled them, and swallowed them into her stomach, she lifted the edge of her apron, wiped her hands, wiped her tears, laughed at herself, and forgot about other people's hell after decades of staying in her paradise.

……

The moon shadow is dim, and the wasteland is silent.

Adolfina still quietly tore off the placket and wrapped it around the wound on her arm, and the cuffs and trouser legs that had to be tightened showed that this was not her original outfit. Last time, in order to take off this women's military uniform, she specially ran back, and the purple poncho and the Solomon armored infantry, who were only a few hundred meters away from each other, never dreamed that she would attack at night and kidnap a female medical nurse.

Naturally, things were not what the enemy had envisioned, and Adolfina Morfin was so badly injured that she had to risk her medication. Although the real situation is similar, but because of the "La Perla" principle that this red-haired girl has long adhered to, death is just a trivial matter, and death is not beautiful enough?

Then you can't die.

The sky was full of stars, she hugged her knees and looked up, and couldn't help but think that if he was there, he would say something confused, thinking that they could get together, but it was indeed because the two of them were unreliable. She quickly put an end to her momentary thoughts and set out on a journey that she didn't know where it would end. After all, the road to the Western Desert is very long, and the search for the king is also very long.

The lake breeze ruffled her sideburns, the orange braids leaned against her shoulders, she covered her chin, and pulled the goggles off her forehead with one hand, she felt that this was the lake breeze of Lake Michigan, a little purer than Lake Erie. She naturally remembered Mill City, which was also on the shores of the lake, and her heart was gloomy, and Lockwood's boy should be dead at this point, and when Steinhoff asked her if she wanted to be absorbed into the purebloods, Adolfina thought that Lockwood was too pedantic. It must have been preempted, so there was no need to go to Mill City.

She turned her head to look south, and at least felt some comfort in her heart, since he had gone to Fort Kent in the Black Mountain, protected by Melissa's Scarlet Guards, and forgave Du Foren's group of Coalition Factions did not dare to mess around, she knew that Melissa was really embarrassed by what he had done over the years. So Melissa wants to take her life to ease the Hydra atmosphere, and she doesn't care.

So luckily, he went south before it all started.

A few dark shadows jumped on the horizon bordering the stars in the distance, Adolfina took a deep breath, she held her face and shook it, it doesn't matter, her face is beautiful and she won't be dumped.

So she started running again.

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