(Thank you for the tip...... Anyway, forcibly joining the storyteller in order to satisfy a reader's request almost killed me in Kavin...... Sure enough, this kind of thing is better to do less in the future)

Perhaps most of the week-long journey was boring, with the rotating drivers alone cheering up and speeding through the wasteland, while the others dozed off in power armor under the scorching sun. It's just that even the caravan in armor and weapons that I happened to encounter on the road, the savages who chased the car all over white and screamed, the tribe that hid in the fortress in a unique animal skin costume and peeked at their tribe, the super mutants who roared and rushed over regardless of the comparison of strength, and the death claw nest that scared them into turning around 180 degrees to flee for their lives, it was enough to make the team of other worldlings who had been away from the wasteland for several years remember the cruelty and indifference of this land again.

Whether it was for Leeds or the Brotherhood of Steel members who had become accustomed to the new atmosphere of Brother City, it was a good warm-up for a thrilling trip, and at least this evening when they arrived in the town of Clear Springs on the edge of the Mojave region, they were not surprised by the cold, wary eyes of the inhabitants who spoke of what true wasteland style was.

Of course, there will still be complaints that only stay in the mouth, although this complaint does not know who the person is heading, "Pit daddy, follow you few tin cans to act together, even our three handsome guys and beauties with 10 charms are stared at coldly." ”

Knowing that there were vacant rooms in Qingquan Town, and that Leeds, who had spent the night in a small circle surrounded by three cars, as he had done the other night, had plenty of reason to complain - he would rather sleep on a dirty, hard pre-war mattress than sleep next to three cars that "once hit by heavy weapons in the key position, it will be a miniature nuclear explosion."

In response, the head of the Brotherhood of Steel's diplomatic team, Elder Lane's son-in-law, Poole. can only express helplessness, "This is also something that cannot be helped...... I didn't expect the Western Brotherhood of Steel to be so bad. "After all, the East Coast is separated from the West Coast by the entire continent. It's good that they can get the key information on the other side, and miscellaneous information like folk comments. I can only say, "It's up to you to investigate."

"That's the 'normal Brotherhood of Steel.'" A member of the Brotherhood of Steel sitting next to Poole said lightly, "Plundering pre-war technology for your own enjoyment, and the means are not necessarily very glorious, and it is really not justice in the eyes of others...... I think you can relate to that feeling. ”

"............" Poole fell silent.

He could understand the meaning of the other party's words, because his hometown of "Vault 101" collapsed due to the invasion of the "outcasts" who claimed to be "true Brotherhood of Steel".

And the reason for the invasion? Just for the supplies in a pre-war arsenal. Is it any good for the world that such a group of people has more arms in their hands?

Leon looked strangely at the member of the Brotherhood who had just spoken, "This buddy, you deserve to be a member of this diplomatic team...... Hmm, 'open-minded' enough? "If that cynical-sounding phrase had come out of their mouths, it would have been a fine deal, of course, but from the members of the Brotherhood of Steel. Especially when a mid-to-high-ranking member who has been given "T51b" says it, it's strange!

"Don't care, I'm just a mouthy weirdo, now, I just want to drink nuclear cola while feeding the dog~" As he said this, he had already picked up the food plate and nuclear coke, and left the fire to greet the dog meat and the dog.

"Uh...... Well, there's always been a lot of weirdos in the wasteland, I understand. Leon shrugged.

"Hehe...... Poole smiled bitterly when he came back to his senses, "That's my senior." He likes to run around to gain knowledge, and when he comes back to camp, he tells stories to his friends, and we usually call him 'Storyteller'...... Well, maybe it's because I know so much. A little out of place, please forgive me. ”

Liz suddenly became strange: "It sounds like this kind of person should have the attribute of chattering?" But haven't you heard him speak much in the past few days? ”

“…… Seven days ago, I told him, 'If you talk nonsense, I'll punch you in the mouth with a deathclaw fist.'" Kraussa, who was sitting in the same car as the storyteller, looked disgusted. Well, it's three times more annoying than Leeds and Leon combined. It seems to make him very unhappy.

"Ahem, please be merciful...... He's the humanoid encyclopedia of our Brotherhood of Steel. "Not boasting at all. If all the people in the Brotherhood listened patiently to the storyteller's "Fallout Lecture Hall", their level of knowledge would definitely take a qualitative leap.

Although this knowledge is meaningless in the eyes of most Brotherhood of Steel, it does not help in the development of war technology.

"Hmph, don't let me sit in the same car with him in the future." Actually, Klausa should have asked for it earlier...... Really, it's hard to the point that it's a bit like tsundere~~

"That's no problem," Poole breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want one of his most trusted partners to clash with his most interesting companion in the Brotherhood, "By the way, we'll have to discuss the negotiation with the NCR senior officials tomorrow at the Mojave outpost, Leeds, would you be interested in getting involved?" ”

"I was stabbed in the back by a politician not long ago, and I have no interest in playing with that kind of person again."

"My words, well, it's enough to watch and have fun on the side~"

“…… Not interested. ”

"It's all against it." After receiving the reply from his team-mates, Leeds also hinted at his attitude.

"It's a pity...... If I could have had your intellectual help, I think the results would have been better. Poole looked sorry, but now he understood the journey he had made three years earlier to find his father, and that Leeds and Lyon had solved many problems in a better way through the art of language.

However, now that he has experienced the technology of language, it seems that this negotiation will be enough for him to realize.

"There's no way around that, and I'm looking for something a little more interesting to do than boring negotiations between local forces and local forces......

(Bang!) ）

A distant gunshot echoed Liz's words.

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"Rub, it's just a salted fish?! Based on my instincts as a game character, I thought I would be able to find a girl who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and after being rescued, she would lead us to interesting things like the "Water Purification Project" and "Battle of the Enclave" like Poole! ”

It is normal for gunshots to sound on the wasteland, and it is possible for a thirsty passer-by A to jump over with a shot when he sees a bottle of nuclear cola in his hand, and if he hears a gunshot, he will definitely not live long, most people understand these truths...... Unfortunately, however, there is a guy here who is too idle to die.

"No...... White-haired, you're partly right, he's theoretically 'seriously injured and fell to the ground' now. Squatting next to the middle-aged uncle who was shot in the head, Leon looked at Liz with hellish eyes, and he didn't know whether he was surprised that Liz was as predicted by God back then, or surprised by the vitality of the man who was still alive when the bullet entered his head.

"What do you say...... Okay, split up, on, it's time to save someone! Novel and interesting scripts are waiting for us! "Liz 'righteously' took food and water out of her backpack and prepared to heal the opponent after the improvised team was completed.

"Wait, I'm coming?" Leon instantly understood what Leaz meant from the righteous expression on his face!

"You didn't know me for the first day, when did men and women be equal in front of me?" Leeds took it for granted.

"Hmm...... Krausa? It's just artificial respiration, or ......"

"I know very well what the wasteland dwellers are in general, and I am too lazy to save." Kraussa is not a person with American superhero feelings, and he is too lazy to do such a thing as saving the bad guys.

“………… It could be a good guy, it could be a bad guy......"

"Come on, split up, it's time to show your fraternity as an American agent!"

"When did his meowing American agent ever have 'fraternity'...... Hmm...... "A middle-aged uncle with a bloodstained face and not handsome, it's hard to mouth!"

"Well, I don't know what's going on, but can you leave it to me?" Poole, who was already armed with gloves, tweezers, masks, alcohol, and treatment needles, said to Leon, who was holding his uncle's 'affectionate pulse'. (To be continued.) )