For tongues, today may be a good day, with no east wind, no waves, no mushrooms, and no messy apocalypse.

Then I met a living person, although I didn't understand what was being said, but after all, he was still a living person, proving that there is still a civilization here.

The life of the first few days seemed to be refreshed, with a little fun in the peace, and a hint of joy in the sigh, but there was still a little bit of uneasiness in his heart......

But for Boya, who grew up in the slums of Monte City, today is definitely a bad day.

I had planned to do a final search of the ruins of Kip this morning, and then leave at noon to try to get back to Monte before sunset, and after taking a shower, I went to find the little flowers on the street and have a good chat about life.

But what happened later made Bai Ya a little unexpected......

First, I found a thing flying in the sky, I don't know what it was called, and then I chased after me all the way, and I couldn't hit it, and I couldn't run away.

The key thing is, just run, the thing flying in the sky doesn't seem to have attack power, but it's been running for more than half an Atlantan hour.

Nima, what's the thing coming out of here?

A man of steel?

Bai Ya was stunned at the time, he really dared to swear to God, in the past 17 years of his life, he had never seen such an indescribable thing!

And that's not the most critical thing, the most critical thing is that this steel monster can't understand the authentic Atlantean I speak, and I can't understand the bird language he speaks?

Could it be that you have had a fever lately? Is the Monte accent too strong?

It shouldn't be!

He can more or less understand that I am greeting, although he is holding a knife, but in our line of work, don't all use knives to greet him......

But that iron armor is really good, it can block my whirlwind attack 13 consecutive slashes!

Boya thought, nodded, said hello to a few guards in front of the city gate, and slowly walked towards the slum where he lived, carefully pondering the Iron Man's last move.

There was no counterattack, no fighting, the iron man didn't pay attention to himself at all, but just talked to himself in the same place, until his hands trembled, and he actually left directly?

Bai Ya picked up the sharp knife beside him, and looked at the blade that had been rolled up on it, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't understand why the iron man would let him go.

Shaking his head vigorously, Bai Ya looked at a tavern in front of him and walked straight in.

"Boya, are you back?"

An enthusiastic voice came, and Bai Ya's eyes instantly took on a hint of disgust, and he tilted his head to look in the direction where the voice came from—the owner of the tavern, Old Sartre, a black-hearted but shrewd second-class dealer

"Look, how much?"

Boya threw a small bag of gold and silver on the table, and this was the result of his search in Kip City for the previous five days, and the few things that had been buried deep in the ashes had been preserved until now.

"27 Tran!"

Old Sartre flipped a few times with his thick fingers, and then said indifferently to Bai Ya.

"70 Tran!" Boya replied without showing weakness, he understood that this little thing could definitely be sold for 40 tranes, enough for himself to live for nearly a month.

"Thirty-five!" "60!"

"40!" "50!"

“45！”

"Deal! Give money! Bai Ya immediately shouted, looking at Old Sartre's face huddled together because of heartache, and inexplicably happy.

"Okay!" Old Sartre gritted his teeth, took out the money bag, counted them one by one, and then said inexplicably, "Baiya, the ruins of Kip City are almost finished, what are you going to do in the future!" ”

"Be a sailor, and I'll go to Bagmu tomorrow." Bai Ya thought about it carefully and said.

"Well, that's fine!" Old Sartre replied, pushing a pile of coins over, "You order, 4 rums, 5 trans, do you want a drink?" ”

"Please?" Bai Ya counted the money and asked with a smile.

"A glass of ale!" Old Sartre's face turned white, he looked at the bag of items on the table, and shouted towards the bar through gritted teeth.

"Old Sartre, I didn't expect you to have a time to let blood." Bai Ya sighed.

"When have I been stingy!" Old Sartre slapped the table, so angry that his beard almost kicked to his eyes, but the heartache on his face couldn't be suppressed.

"Okay, I'll ask you something, do you know anything that is wrapped in steel, can't be chopped, can't be broken, and runs fast?" Bai Ya asked softly.

"The Iron Armor of the Imperial Defenders?" Old Sartre asked rhetorically.

"It's not." Bai Ya shook his head, looked at Old Sartre, recalled the appearance of the power armor and the flying machine, and slowly said to Old Sartre.

"I have a bit of an impression, it seems to be something from a previous legend." Old Sartre thought for a moment, looked around, and said softly,

"But I'm not sure, I heard that we didn't live in this sea before, the place where we used to live was destroyed by fire and rain, and then the ancestors came here in a flying car, and people at that time could fly in the sky......

A little red glow flickered gently at the hem of Baiya's clothes, but it didn't attract anyone's attention......

……

"Nuwa, mark this place!"

Fang Yan hid in the woods, looked at the city in the distance and whispered.

"The location has been marked!"

Nuwa's voice came, Fang Yan nodded, turned around and walked slowly towards the place where he had set up camp.

At first, after realizing that it was impossible for him to communicate with the indigenous boya, the dialect had no idea of communicating with him.

After a little thought, he was ready to leave as if nothing had happened, and then locate his location through a locator attached to Baiya's body.

Fang Yan, after retrieving the flying machine, hung a kilometer behind Bai Ya and followed him to this coastal city about 60 kilometers away from the ruined city.

The sun had set over the hill long before Bai Ya entered the city, and now it was ten o'clock in the evening, and twilight was enveloping the continent......

Dialects weave through the woods, following the route on the light screen, running back the way they came.

Beyond the woods was farmland and smooth avenues, but the dialect didn't want to attract anyone's attention at the moment, so there was no choice for a smoother avenue.

Now, what he wants is to go back and pack up, and then plan how to get in touch with this ancient civilization that doesn't speak the same language.

However, after observing the ruins of the city, he also discovered that gold still had some value in this era, and you know, this thing has a lot in his backpack......

Fang Yan thought about it, nodded, and his mood suddenly brightened......