There weren't many fibrous plants in the wilderness for wanderers to collect, and there were no cotton and wool weaving materials that were readily available before the war, and the hides of monsters could not be directly used for clothing, but also needed to be degreased and tanned, which required a lot of manpower and time to obtain a piece of leather for cutting and sewing.

Thus, in the poor tribe of fangs, almost all the women and children were naked.

Ethan briefly glanced at the factory, and found that in this huge factory covering an area of more than 2,000 square meters, there were only a few dilapidated tents, which were composed of iron sheets, straw ropes, and wooden stakes, and some old women were sitting in front of the tent sharpening wooden sticks, and a small pile of finished products - simple wooden arrows without feathers were stacked next to the tent, and the two and a half children were very serious about learning the movements in the hands of the old man.

Haqana and a few wanderer hunters had just returned to the tribe and handed over the day's harvest to the women of the tribe to deal with, and in the corner of the factory, several women looked at the stacks of large pieces of meat in front of them. Giant rat meat, poisonous bee needles, poisonous bee venom sacs, and even the corpses of man-eating spiders, this is a harvest that has not been seen in a long time.

Adeline and the three groups of mechists waited outside the factory, and the old man and Hakanu led the Vault's outing exploration team through the factory and down a small staircase to the underground space.

Christina raised her watch to check the radiation index of her surroundings, and when she opened the manhole cover in the attic below, the radiation index dropped from more than 800 to 70 when she entered the space underneath. This radiation index is even lower than that of the former breeding area, but as humans in the old world, Christina and the others still can't live in such an environment for a long time. However, for the wanderers who have lived on the surface for 2 centuries, the environment here is already quite habitable, and it is also the usual resting place of the Sharptooth tribe.

In the thick underground pipes, dozens of animal skin tents are lined up in various places, spreading for hundreds of meters, and at the farther end, people use tires, wooden fences, and wire nails to fence the outer walls of the tribe, mainly to deal with the mutant rats that come from time to time.

When the two sturdy guards armed with iron spears saw the old man and Hakanu, they nodded slightly and turned their attention to Ethan and the others, they were shocked by the strange armor of Ethan and his party, and the aura of a strong man revealed from all over his body.

After entering the underground space through the manhole cover, everyone saw the light of a fire in the center of the tribe, and a bonfire was burning next to the largest tent of the Fangs tribe.

An elderly woman struggled to stand up straight, supported by a young girl beside her. Interestingly, both of them were wearing animal skin clothing, even if it was just a simple animal skin clothing, but it also showed the outstanding status of the two.

"Welcome, please be seated." The old man said to the crowd in standard words.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the leader of our tribe, Kalisa." The old man with his body bent respectfully introduced to Ethan and the others.

Karl and Ethan, as negotiating envoys, were not at ease with what to put on a shelf, and sat upright on a fur cushion.

The girl smiled and handed hot tea to Carl and Ethan, and saluted them, and it was clear that she was not born a wild child, but seemed to be educated.

"We are from Vault 125, and we want your Fangs to become our dependent territory, and you will need to cooperate with our actions in the future, and of course we will protect you." After tidying up the language a bit, Carl said to Kalisa.

"It's an honor for our tribe that we are more than willing to be your affiliates."

Carissa was blind, and by the standards of the wilderness, she was already a worthless waste, but she had become the leader of a sizable Wanderer tribe, which made several people feel a little curious.

"You're only recently built here, aren't you?" Carl, acting as Dora's mouthpiece, raises doubts for Dora.

Kalisa nodded respectfully and replied, "Yes, I was expelled from Vault 337 more than a year ago, and there are some old fellows who were expelled just like me. Later, we set up a camp in this underground pipeline, and little by little we took in the wanderers who were struggling in the wilderness and the wanderers who were also expelled by the tribe, and gradually this tribe of fangs was born. ”

Hearing Carissa's words, the doubts in everyone's hearts were dispelled, no wonder the old man did not behave and speak like the savage wanderer, it turned out that she was also a member of the Vault.

After hearing that Kalisa was also a member of the Vault, everyone instantly narrowed the distance between them as if they had met an old man who had a common language, and they sat down on the ground and started talking with the old man. The atmosphere of tension and hostility that had been around has also vanished.

"Grandma Kalisa, what did you do in the Vault?" Curious, Christina deliberately avoided the sensitive topic of why they had been expelled from the Vault, and planned to ask on the side.

"I used to be a technical employee in charge of electricity, and most of them were ordinary employees." Carissa's answer was clearly not very satisfactory.

Although everyone knew that Kalisha couldn't see with her eyes, they still looked at her expectantly, looking forward to what was going on.

Kalisa laughed and continued: "Hahaha, I know what you want to know from me, but due to my mistake, not only was the equipment damaged, but a pair of eyes were also blind. The director spared my life and didn't kill me to apologize, and I'm already very grateful. ”

"Grandma, how have you spent the past year?" A female warrior from the third group asked curiously.

"This year, it's a long story......" The bonfire reflected Carissa's face of reminiscence, and she took a sip of the withered leaf tea, telling the crowd.

There seems to be a strange personal charm about Kalisa, she is very kind, and it is easy for people to let down their guard as soon as they communicate with her. She is like a grandmother when you were a child, talking to you slowly, on the bonfire, and people are talking to each other. Soon, everyone became acquainted.