Just as the Almighty Manor is located on the earth, the Blue Stone Leaf Manor is also attached to an "inner star".

This kind of inward and closed stars in space are completely invisible to the outside world, they will not react with any electromagnetic waves and particles, and cannot be observed, only gravitational or in space, which can have an observable impact on the outside world.

On Earth, there is a name for this kind of star that does not exist in common sense, called "dark matter".

It does not have a "size" in the traditional sense, but it does have space inside, in other words, all the inner stars are "space bubbles" that are independent in the universe, and there are interactions between different space bubbles, just like the earth is to the sun.

To put it another way, this is the backside of the world where the earth is located, and all the laws are plausible.

And the lords of the manors, the industrial party, etc., are the civilizations born in this world.

In the universe, they occupy most of the resources, and the world in which human beings exist, compared to it, is like the branches and leaves to the trunk, and the shadow to the main body, which is so small that it is ignored.

Zhuang Buyuan's arrival is probably the first time that earthlings, or people from the "positive universe", have come to this world.

This person, with full of anger, with the desire to conquer, and even with the determination to kill, came to the periphery of the Blue Stone Leaf Manor.

All who stand in his way will be conquered by him and trampled to the ground by him.

So, what is this conqueror doing now?

On the periphery of the Blue Stone Leaf Manor, there is a ring of walls, which is the "Forbidden Stone Wall", in this range, all machines cannot fly, only living creatures can fly.

The inside of the forbidden stone wall is already the outer space of the manor, and the major forces are fighting to the death inside the forbidden stone wall, fighting for it.

However, outside the Forbidden Stone Wall, there were many inhabitants of the Exiled Era who settled down, forming small villages scattered along the Forbidden Stone Wall.

They are at the bottom of the entire Age of Exile, struggling to survive in the midst of several major forces.

In these villages, there are tents, horse-drawn carriages, mechanical dogs, boats, and all sorts of things that can or may not be thought of in the village.

The creatures of the Age of Exile can really fly anything.

And here, Zhuang was not far away, and he saw at least a dozen races that he had never seen before.

They struggle to survive, just to earn a bite to eat.

When there were more villages, there was a small bazaar where they exchanged goods, news, and everything else that could be exchanged.

There are unclothed homeless people selling their children's beards, half-aged who smile professionally when they see people, blacksmiths who hammer and tinker to make some hard-earned money, and liquor sellers who sell low-quality liquor in cans.

Naturally, there are also regular troops from major cities wearing straight uniforms and swaggering through the city; Fierce-looking and gloomy wanderers are indispensable; There are indispensable degenerate dragon thieves with four hands and four feet, swaggering.

And......

Four war dogs, three of which broke down on the road.

On the side of the road, only the largest war dog that Zhuang was riding was squatting on the side of the road, its mouth open, and a tent propped up in front of its chest, in which a simple counter was set up, and a Nasunian was hammering behind the counter.

Zhuang squatted next to him not far away, looking at Lao Bang with a distrustful expression: "You don't lie to me? Can you really fix all the other war dogs? ”

"Of course, how can you doubt my old rumbling craftsmanship?" Old Bang patted his chest fiercely, "Replace this batch of parts, it will definitely be good!" ”

"That's what you said last time, but what happened?" Zhuang didn't believe it until he was far away.

"This ...... That ......," Old Rumble's face turned redder, "these war dogs have always been in a fragile balance, so although they are old-fashioned, they can always be used, I ...... I didn't take this into account when I repaired it before......"

"In other words, it's okay if you don't fix it, but after you fix it, you repair it badly?"

"They're ...... after all It's too old......" Old Bang Bang blushed and defended, "Sometimes it's just such an evil sect, if you don't repair it, it won't be bad, and if you fix it, it will be bad!" You can't blame me for that! ”

Zhuang Buyuan rolled his eyes again.

I don't blame you, do I blame me?

Just wanted to mock the old booming technique, at this moment, Zhuang Buyuan heard a voice with hope and fear: "Shopkeeper, I ...... We've got something coming again! ”

Zhuang got up not far away, looked out from the counter, and saw a pale peasant, with his shabby clothes and something in his pocket, into the tent.

The peasants are one of the races that Zhuang has never seen before.

The so-called peasants are actually a professional peasant race.

In the time of the Manor Lords, they were the most numerous race, and they were naturally good at tending to all kinds of plants and crops, but in the Age of Exile, land had become a scarce resource, and farmers could do nothing but farm.

Having lost the basis for their survival, their numbers became smaller and smaller during the Age of Exile, and even the few who survived had to depend on other races to survive, and most of them became slaves.

This farmer, who had been a slave, still had the marks of a slave on his cheeks, but he had been cut off by something, leaving a huge scar that made his pale cheeks look even more terrifying, like a zombie coming out of a graveyard.

He was followed by two peasants, who were thinner and uglier than him, both of whom had more than one scar on their faces, and it was said that every time a slave changed hands, their master would cut off the previous brand and put a new mark on them.

"Something, show it to me." Zhuang Buyuan patted the table, he has been here for several days, and everyone knows the rules.

"Yes, yes, please take a look...... shopkeeper," the farmer carefully emptied the parts of his clothes onto the counter.

"What's the matter with your hands?" Zhuang saw at a glance that the farmer's right hand was wrapped in rags, and blood was oozing out of it.

"Broken a finger knife, out of the way, out of the way." The farmer showed a frightened smile, and then said flatteringly to Zhuang Buyuan: "Shopkeeper, take a look at our parts, how many pieces can we exchange?" ”

The other two people also hurriedly put the parts on their bodies on the counter.

Zhuang was not far away to see one of them's right arm twisted strangely, revealing broken bones.

"Why are you hurt so badly?" Zhuang was startled.

"Out of the way, out of the way!" The peasant did not dare to raise his head and talk to Zhuang Buyuan, and covered his broken arm, as if he was afraid that Zhuang Buyuan would see something dirty, and hid behind his companion.

Zhuang Buyuan chased after him, and the farmer led by him explained with a wry smile: "Lord Shopkeeper, the Black Triangle and the wanderers are fighting, we are afraid that the parts will be robbed by others later, so we waited next to it, and rushed up as soon as it was blown up, no, it was smashed by the parts......"

Storm the battlefield of the War Dogs? Hit by a splash of parts from the explosion?

"You don't want to die! Now that you're alive, your life is hard! ”

The peasant leader smiled bitterly, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

He didn't say it, and Zhuang didn't know what he was going to say.

Zhuang Buyuan has heard this sentence many times recently.

"Peasants' lives are cheap."

Zhuang has heard this sentence not far away on earth, but at that time it was "poor people's lives are cheap".

And here, Zhuang Buyuan has a deeper understanding of this sentence.

Zhuang Buyuan silently fiddled with the parts, these parts, of different sizes, most of them were somewhat mutilated, a few were still complete, but some were also a little blackened.

It seems that the residual temperature of the explosion is still on the parts, and there is still blood on some parts, I don't know if it is the crew of the war dog, or the blood of a farmer.

Zhuang didn't know what to say if he was not far away.

Finally he took a breath and began to sort the parts.

"There are five intact parts, which is counted as five."

"Eleven with slight defects counts as five...... Six pieces. ”

"These parts that are more broken can only be melted down and recast, and all of them add up to three pieces."

"It's fourteen in all...... Fifteen bucks. ”

Zhuang Buyuan took out fifteen sugar cubes from the counter and lined them up neatly on the counter.

Next to him, Lao Bang muttered in a low voice: "These illiterate people don't know how to count at all, the owner of the village, you give them ten yuan is enough......"

Zhuang Buyuan glanced at him.

Fifteen sugar cubes are estimated to be worth one dollar on earth.

You are still too expensive to buy so many parts for one dollar? How stingy you are!

A few months ago, weren't you also illiterate?

Do you want to do business?

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" The leader of the peasants was grateful, bowed to Zhuang not far away, and then carefully picked up the candy cube and put it into a small bag.

Their throats rolled a few times, and the faint sweet aroma of sugar cubes was extremely tempting to them.

Zhuang is not far away, but he has seen the allure of sugar to the creatures of the Age of Exile.

Even the guys in the manor who are already well-fed and clothed will fight for a piece of sugar.

Not to mention these hungry peasants.

But these sugar cubes cannot feed them, and they must keep the sugar cubes and replace them with something that is easier to eat.

They stood in the corner of the tent and carefully pulled out a sugar cube.

Under the palm of the peasant leader's right hand, a bone knife popped out, and carefully cut the piece of sugar into quarters on the palm of his hand.

"Hey, I remember that there were four of you before, but what about the other one?" Zhuang Buyuan suddenly asked.

Old Rumble tugged at the corner of his coat.

"How...... Uh......"

Zhuang Buyuan suddenly realized that he had lost his words, and looked at the three farmers apologetically.

The leader of the peasants' voice was so hoarse that he couldn't be heard: "He'...... He didn't make it through......"

Zhuang is not far away, and he doesn't know what to say.

For the sake of some broken parts, or rather, for a few sugar cubes, you filled your life into it?

Zhuang Buyuan wants to ask, is it worth it?

But in the end, he couldn't ask anything, and all his thoughts turned into a long sigh.

The lives of peasants are cheap, and the lives of the poor are cheap!

In the corner of the tent, three farmers took a quarter of a sugar cube in turn.

One piece for each person, and the remaining piece remained in the hands of the peasant chief.

The three of them stared blankly at the remaining piece of sugar cube and suddenly burst into tears.