Fred? Andy looked at this old guy talking to himself suspiciously, who was he calling? There is no one named Fred here at all, is there anyone nearby who he hasn't found?

As if to see Andy's doubts, the guy who looked like a ghoul but didn't look like a ghoul couldn't help but laugh.

"Who are you looking for? Hey, didn't you spot this guy in front of you? He flicked the tree on his head a few times.

Tank Brain sneered.

"Weird fellow, the roots of that tree have already turned your brain into a mess, haven't they? Did you name it Fred? The man seemed unimpressed, as if he was immune to such words.

"Fred....? Don't you really like the new name? Maybe I should call you Herbert? You don't like that either? ..... Oh, you just like your first name, don't you.... Bob. Of course, the little tree that he called Bob did not respond, it was an ordinary little tree that could not be more ordinary, and would not answer this person's questions, but he seemed to be always happy to talk to himself, not knowing whether it was a mental problem or the little tree could indeed speak directly in his brain.

String stared at the man for a moment, trying to figure out who he was.

"You're a ghoul? I don't know what else to call you... And you call us slippery, right? That's a term that only ghouls would use for humans. The mysterious creature shook his head, then nodded.

"It's not just radiation that has made me what I am like this.... You can also see the difference between me and those unlucky people who have been in the Radiation Zone for a long time. Well, as to what I call you, I can say that the reason I like to use it is because I spent a lot of time hanging out with a bunch of ghouls. Don't you think that's a fair term? Humans call mutants who suffer from radiation ghouls, and ghouls also call those who are different from them slippery, and the effect is mutual, right? He rose from the wood, bent his back slightly, and looked at the three outsiders in front of him with his only big eye.

String asked.

"You said you've been hanging out with a bunch of ghouls for a long time, which means you're coming in from the outside like us, how did you get in?" The strange guy looked at the strings and didn't speak.

String's scalp tingles when he was looked at by this odd-looking guy.

“...... Maybe we should save some time now to get down to business, right? For the sake of me answering so many of your questions and saving your lives, you should have come and told me something in the same way.... For example, what are you coming in here for? Do you seem to be making a lot of noise all over the garden, just to find some old world treasure or something like that to make a fortune here? "Tank Brain has been sneering at this guy.

"Guess what? I won't tell you if I guess right! Hum! Why don't you tell us why you came here? Can't sleep in a place with the same skin tone and style as yours? The conversation seemed to be frozen again, and the old ghoul scratched his head a little helplessly, and he looked at Andy, and there was a strange look in his big eyes.

"Hi.... I didn't pay much attention to it just now.,You guy makes me feel a little special.... I feel a familiar aura in you, you haven't just recently come out of somewhere, wandering around the wasteland with an important and urgent mission, right? Andy was stunned for a moment, this description could indeed be applied to him.

From the initial confusion of hunting down criminals to the later attempts to find a way to end the new plague, these things can be said to be the driving force behind Andy's wandering around the wasteland, and they are indeed important and urgent.

The Tank Brain sneered again.

"You old fellow, aren't you some kind of wizard? Are you going to take out a crystal ball? .... No, you're not at all too old compared to me, you little devil should be honest about what you're doing here! The man with the tree in his head looked at the tank.

“.... You're, a brain-controlled robot, right? It's rare to be able to speak so fluently, that head.... Are you a survivor who got your freedom from some jar? The tank brain laughed triumphantly.

"You're right, standing in front of you is a great being who has witnessed what this world looked like before the World War, what about you? How long have you been born to become the ugly you are now? To his surprise, the other party actually gave an answer that surprised him.

"How long..... It's a question I can't answer, and the memories I had before I became like this are as hard to piece back together as shredded paper, but I'm at least sure of one thing..... I used to be a Vault dweller, and I was about 5 years old when I entered that Vault. I grew up in that crowded place and got out of there... I've seen the world before the war, and I've been awake ever since... Until today. The three of them looked at the guy in front of them in shock, if what he said was true, then this person had lived too long.

Occasionally, there will be old people in the wasteland who claim to have lived before the war, and frankly even if that is true, they will not be respected, after all, most people who say this are ghouls.

When a person is exposed to excessive amounts of radiation, he or she is exposed to radiation sickness. Some people undergo a series of complex genetic mutations in the process, and then become a ghoul, a change that has been seen among survivors of the Great War since the outbreak of the Great War.

If a ghoul had not gone berserk over a long period of time or had been killed due to force majeure, it would have been possible for a ghoul with almost no natural lifespan limit to survive from before the war to the present.

The old man hesitated for a moment, as if he had made a decision.

"I don't know if it's the right thing to do, but now I don't have a choice, maybe I can only choose to trust you, right... At least the lady didn't look like a rude waster or pillager, which reassured me a little. So.... Let me introduce you, the poor old mutant standing in front of you is called Harold, and as for the one above my head, you can call him Bob. ”

"As I said, I was a Vault dweller, and then... I have a deep relationship with the place where we are now, and it is precisely because of this fate that so many years have passed.... I was a successful caravan owner, a sick and smelly beggar, a lord of the city, and fate brought me here when I finally wandered the wasteland again by myself. The guy who called himself Harold spoke his message in a pleading tone, and then stated his purpose.

"Please, I can see that you are very combative, and since you can move freely in this garden full of mutated plants, you must also have the ability to change this terrible situation. I'm too old and too weak to do anything.... The earthquake destroyed the world's unique paradise, and it shouldn't have become like the dead ruins outside. ”

"If you're willing, I'd like you to get this place back to normal, I know it may be a bit hard to say, but once the owner of this place wakes up, everything will be in order again. No matter what you are here for, if you help her, she will help you achieve your wishes. Andy's beep-boy vibrated and a new quest prompt popped up.

As he looked at his beep-beep boy, Harold couldn't help but nod his head. This scene was familiar to him, and in the past long years, there were a few people who behaved exactly like the tall and strong man in front of him.

On the first two occasions, he learned of the great deeds they had done after meeting those two men for some time, and he was impressed.

What earth-shattering things will this person in front of him do? Harold looked at Andy with anticipation in his eyes.

[New Mission: Save the Nursery] [Instructions: Talk to Harold about what to do next]