Andy put his hand in his coat pocket and walked arrogantly through Ouroboros Village. Xiao Hei followed behind him with a commanding look, and when he saw the guy who didn't like him, he stood up and let out a threatening cry, but unfortunately because he looked cute, he didn't get any hatred, but it caused the local people to laugh from time to time.

After the turmoil of the day, it is now approaching evening, and the number of natives coming and going around has declined, but it has not decreased significantly, and the city gate has not been closed because of the approaching night.

The Hekat hounds, who guarded the small city, took over their posts, and it seemed that they were on duty day and night.

Standing in the light of the dancing flames reflected in the braziers around him, Andy scanned his surroundings, where would there be a better place to hide for a long time in a place like this?

There are too many people here, and there are not many decent buildings at all, and those alert Hekates are scattered everywhere.... The man listened to Danday's description as if he was from the same source as himself

People in "civilized" areas must also be the type that will be recognized as soon as they show up. But for some time he kept himself well hidden, and he still had some energy left to do his secret activities, until Danday, who couldn't bear it anymore, intercepted him with someone and wounded him.

"Smack!" There was a sound of glass breaking, and Andy looked sideways, and several natives who had set up a fire to eat in a corner quarreled for some reason, and one of them broke the glass bottle in his hand in a fit of rage.

Shattered glass shards fell not far from Andy, and a dirty sunset pattern could be seen on the broken shards.

This is supposed to be a historic pre-war drink bottle, and it is not known where these natives picked it up.

"Huliwa Wawa Karma!" Generally speaking, what the natives of the wasteland say is nothing more than the SA lingua franca after some kind of umlaur vita with the passage of time, but the problem is that it may also be mixed with a lot of native slang and some unknown phrases that are difficult to determine the origin of the birth, resulting in a higher time cost than imagined to learn a language specific to a certain tribe.

Andy stood aside and listened quietly, he was a little curious, if he tried to distinguish whether he could hear a little clue from the words of these natives, if he could do it, it would mean that the difference between the language spoken by these natives and the lingua franca was not as big as imagined.

"The cassette machine is not a big fight?" A native stretched out his hands and confronted the guy who was excitedly throwing the bottle.

"He's Rocca logic, Bu Xiu!" ............. After listening quietly for a while, Andy only heard something similar from some broken fragments

"Home" as well

"What should I do?" These words and phrases have been indistinguishable, and Andy is unsure if his guess of the archetype is correct.

A Hekate Hound was finally attracted by the noise, he was a little older, with a big white beard on his face, and he carried a long stick in his hand, and a viper crawled down the stick from his shoulder, and then he stretched the stick out to the center of the brow of the agitated native.

The stout black viper raised its head, and its body on both sides became flattened, and it suddenly became very large, and the flesh in the large mouth was completely black, and several long, sharp white fangs were reflected in the light of the fire.

The native, who had been noisy, was suddenly frightened and turned pale, sat down on the ground, and almost fell directly into the fire.

The old man then handed over the sticks wrapped around the poisonous snakes one by one, and frightened the natives into urine, and they fell to their knees and begged for forgiveness.

So he withdrew his stick, and the viper coiled back over his shoulder. As soon as he turned his head, he noticed Andy standing motionless next to him, and Xiao Hei let out a low roar at the viper, and the viper sizzled in return.

"You're here, outsider, there's nothing to check here, don't waste time here." The Hecate Hound recognized Andy, saving him the trouble of explaining, and it seemed that this man was probably one of the Hecate Hounds that surrounded Andy at that time.

"I'm just walking around, and who can guarantee that guy won't be where you think he won't be?" As he spoke, Andy suddenly heard the sound of horns and drums in the direction of the metal pyramid in the distance.

The Hekatian Hound glanced over there and didn't seem surprised.

"Do you think he would have escaped our holy snake if he had been here? If he dares to get close to this central area, we will immediately notice it, and this is not a joke... I don't know why you're talking about it, right? I tell you, it's a ritual of the gods that takes place every few months at night, and that Lady Hekath's divine power will reach its peak one night, at which point she will order the ritual to begin immediately. Andy listened to the movement coming from there, there must be some kind of amplification device hidden in the metal pyramid, and the sound was very oppressive, and the dark environment made people feel like they were in a trance.

"What does this ritual do?" The old man closed his eyes and listened for a moment, then shook his head regretfully.

"It seems that this time too..." he turned to look at Andy.

"Lady Hekat has the opportunity to use her powers to see into the future, but... It doesn't seem to work out every time. I once heard a Lady Hecate speak of this ceremony, and according to her, the probability of success of this ritual is not too great, and she has only succeeded a few times in total over the years with Lady Hecate. Andy looked at the Hekate Hound curiously, he didn't seem to maintain a mad faith and worship for Hekat like the others.

In the distance, many natives could be seen gathering in the direction of the Holy Tower, as if this ritual was also rare and significant for them, and some Hekate Hound knelt on the ground in the direction of the Holy Tower, raising their hands above their heads and forming a circle with their fingers facing each other, this posture seemed to be a prayer movement.

"They... What are you doing? The old hound in front of him saw his companions kneeling down very reverently, but it seemed that he was not going to join them.

"In prayer for the blessings and gifts of Lady Hecate, it is said that if you are pious enough, you can see the manifestation of Lady Hecate's divine power, and legend has it that Dan Dai once saw a huge black snake spirit emerge from the Holy Tower.... But I think it's just an illusion, and that this kind of trick is very cliché, and Hekat would send handmaidens to give some medicine that purportedly brought them closer to the gods after taking them as a reward for the more devout ones. Andy could be sure that the old man in front of him was special this time, and he really seemed to have a different opinion of Hekate.

"You seem to be a little special, why is that?" The old man smiled strangely at Andy.

"Actually...... Let me guess, it looks like you're from the west, but from somewhere to the west, the Mojave is nearer or... Further west? In the last few years, a lot of people have come here, and those guys are all NcR people, like the two nerds before... You're an NcR, right? Andy nodded, a little surprised that the old man knew about the outside world.

Although this rare old man in the wasteland should have a lot of experience based on his age, as a person who grew up in a tribal environment, he rarely has a clear understanding of the specific division of the distant land.

"I said that the two of us are fellow countrymen, do you believe it?" The old man's cloudy yellow teeth, swarthy complexion, and stray white beard made it unlikely that he was from a civilized region.

Although the skin has become wrinkled and shriveled due to aging, the contours of the muscles can still be seen through the scars and tattoos.

Could such a person be from NcR..... Andy suddenly thought that there were still some Buraku people in the NcR border region who were unwilling to be assimilated.

"You're from some tribe over there at NcR? Don't want to fit into the NcR lifestyle, so you made it all the way east? Then you're really good. The old man let out an inexplicable laugh.

"I do come from a man who has been active in... The tribes of New California were not as large as they were later, and the current Republic of Livo was once just a small village... Now that you've said that, would you like to hear me tell you a story? ”