Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 631 The Race That Lost the Sun

The next day, around 10 a.m., the five people except the moose boss and the newcomer Fran gathered for lunch.

"The taste is a little bland, but it feels really good to be able to eat such food in a place like this." Fran was in a good mood, eating the hot oatmeal porridge mouthful by mouthful with a wooden spoon.

After a night's rest, he felt much more relaxed from his nervous and tired heart. In fact, not only Soulagei was wary of him, but Fran was also wary, fearing that several people would kill him while he was sleeping and take away the necklace plate.

This is a land without a country or laws, and you need to judge its credibility and reputation for yourself.

Fortunately, after a night of fighting together and a good rest, the two sides barely established the first trust.

The reason why Tilan and Ores were not so suspicious of Sura was that they were too special. In their opinion, their appearance and clothing did not show that they came to such a remote place to commit fraud.

While Fran was sighing that the food was quite good, Ores, who was beside Tilan, was also observing Fran. After all, there were only a few people in the settlement, and she was naturally curious about a new face who suddenly showed up today.

"Silver-gray, hair." Ores whispered in the girl's ear, but almost everyone else in the room heard it because Ores didn't have the habit of doing things quietly.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Tilan blew on the oatmeal porridge on the spoon and ate it in small bites. She still preferred to eat it cooler.

"Familiar." Orlais seemed to sense something, but still couldn't remember the past.

Maybe it's because she has seen a lot of people with silver-gray hair before. There are quite a lot of people with silver hair and ice-blue hair among ice elves, Tilan thought.

"Oh, Miss, have you seen someone with the same silver-gray hair color somewhere before?" Fran couldn't help but ask.

"She should have seen it in the past, but she was injured recently and can't remember many things." Tilan had to explain.

"Is that so..." Fran looked Ores up and down, wondering what he was thinking.

Although Sura and Guy were still a little wary, they did not show it obviously at this moment. They just changed the subject. Then Guy said that he would take Fran to familiarize himself with the environment and know where he could go and where he could not go.

Compared to Tilan and Ores, who have almost no restrictions on freedom of movement, this person is subject to more restrictions. For example, he cannot go deep into the cave, and he is not allowed to go to the fenced fields on one side of the col. He can only move around in the rooms in the shallow cave and the open space in the col.

Fran had no complaints about this. In this land, such a request was considered polite.

In the afternoon, Fran leaned against the mountain wall to enjoy the scenery and rest, while Tilan and Ores were taken by Sura to the fields in the valley.

"This place was opened up by the boss, and it's also the most important source of life for our community." She walked in the half-ripe wheat field. The green wheat seedlings were half a person tall and growing well. They were particularly special in this desert-like grassland.

"Wow, the fragrance of this green grass makes me feel refreshed. Sometimes I even pick some grass leaves and put them in my mouth to refresh myself." Sura was in a very good mood.

"You have no idea how precious this land is, especially in this place." She turned and looked at Tilan.

"In order to maintain it, the boss has to dig fresh and safe soil from deep underground in the cave every once in a while for cultivation. Otherwise, if the old soil is used all the time, it will soon degenerate into the same environment as the outside world."

"However, it was also because of it that the boss didn't have time to come back that day." Sura said this, feeling a little depressed. He pulled off a wheat seedling with his fingers and held it in his hand.

"A lot of people died, including Grandma Moroli who sewed clothes for me, little Ero and little Pidan who always followed me around, Tedley who was very handsome and powerful in wielding a knife, and Nanguo who joined the settlement very early. I was the one who guaranteed him the day he joined, and I gave him a bottle of treasured canned apples..." Sura's stable emotions that he had maintained these days collapsed at this moment. Perhaps as he spoke, he recalled many past events.

Tilan listened quietly at the side, occasionally comforting her with a word, but more often just listening, and then sat on a stone beside the field, listening to Sura venting her emotions as she talked about many people and events in the past.

"I wish I could have gone back earlier that day to inform everyone. I wish I hadn't run so far to look for prey." She blamed herself, even though the others didn't blame her.

"Things are hard to predict..." Tilan shook her head and sighed, then touched Ores who was lying in her arms. Although she had many questions at the moment, she could still feel the difference in the emotional atmosphere and did not interrupt.

After a while, probably because he had vented the emotions accumulated over the past few days, Sura slowly recovered and became a little embarrassed again.

"What I just said, uh, is very sad, but I am still very strong and don't have to worry too much. I am a person of iron core and have always had a will of steel."

"Even the will must be aligned with steel?" The girl was curious whether this was Sura's own statement or the doctrine originally believed by their race.

"Of course." She said and patted her chest.

"I almost forgot about calling you here today." Then he stood up.

"In the next few days, I'll trouble you and Orles to water the wheat. You don't need to water it too much, just don't let it dry up. I'll show you the exact amount later."

"Okay." Tilan nodded. It was as simple as that for her.

"Ahaha, sorry to always trouble you, but our settlement is too short-staffed right now, and it mainly relies on Guy and I to keep it running, and we are too busy to handle a lot of things." She touched her head as she spoke.

In the next three days, life was peaceful and orderly. Tilan and Ores helped with simple chores in the settlement, and Fran was taken by Guy to move and arrange some things. Yesterday they also cut down a few trees from the wilderness to solve the problem of firewood and strengthen the defense line.

"Your settlement has too few people." Fran couldn't help but complain in the end. He felt that Sura and Guy were simply treating him like a fool.

"This is a border area. There's not much food and there are so few people." Sura retorted with his hands on his hips.

"Okay, okay, you are a die-hard person and you want to be strong all your life." Fran was too lazy to care about these things. Although he was complaining, in fact, after staying here for the past two days, his body did recover a lot and he was in a good mood.

"By the way, what are you going to do with that mechanical armadillo?" He suddenly asked about the war machine that Sura dragged back that day.

"Of course, to check the parts and accessories inside and exchange them for money and things." Sura replied.

"Well, I mean, I know a lot about these things, so maybe I can help you analyze and examine them, especially the two internal barrels of the armadillo."

"You?" Sura expressed doubt, but did not refuse.

"Okay, just watch while I take it apart."

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the few people in the settlement gathered in an open space to dismantle the war machine. Tilan and Ores also watched.

Sura skillfully used tools to pry open the outer shell of the machine, then removed the armor step by step, and then slowly unlocked the internal structure with a screwdriver and a wrench.

"This is the power system. If modified, it can probably become a small motor and be sold at a high price." She took out part of it and held it out separately.

"It seems you are very skilled." Fran also expressed his approval.

"Humph, I have been in contact with these machines since I was a child, so there is no room for you to guide me." Sura said that she followed her parents to disassemble and assemble these mechanical parts when she was a child, and she was particularly clear about the value of each component. During the previous battle, she also shot the mantis's fragile abdomen, causing it to leak oil and explode.

Sura then continued to dismantle it and took out the core component, which was like a ball and was the brain of the machine.

"This thing should be the most precious, but unfortunately we can't use it, so we can only melt it as scrap metal." She threw the ball aside with a little regret. There were still many circuit interfaces on it.

"SilverAsh boy, what about you? Didn't you just say you knew a lot about this? Do you have any opinion on this?" Sura pointed at the AI ​​core she threw out.

"My teacher might know something about it, but I won't. This thing is a masterpiece of the Mechanical Council, and it's extremely difficult to crack." He also shook his head.

"Then I guess there's nothing for you to do from now on." Sura said as he took out the last key item, which was the two gun barrels built into the mechanical body.

"There are not many bullets left. I guess they were almost used up before." Sura was a little disappointed when he opened the bullet box.

"Making bullets is the most time-consuming and troublesome. I used to ask Hula and Feiqi to help me, but now they are gone, so I have to do it myself." Sura said and thought of his previous companions.

"What do you mean gone?" Fran asked a key question at this time.

"I mean, they've gone on a long journey and won't be back for a while." Sura replied calmly, and Fran was too lazy to expose his answer.

After another three days, not only did Fran's body slowly recover, but Tilan also felt that her condition had improved a lot. Now she could probably exert the full strength of Sequence 5. If she was Sequence 6, it would take some time.

"Oles, do you still remember this formula?" During the break, Tilan took Ores for a walk on the mountain wall and let them enjoy the breeze, and then used a tree branch to draw letters and numbers on the ground.

"I don't remember." Although Orlais tried hard to open her eyes and think, she still couldn't get the memory out of her mind.

"It's okay. Do you know how to make this happen?" Tilan opened her hands in front of her. A small ice flower sprouted in her palm, then grew, gradually grew taller, and then sprouted leaves, and then bloomed beautiful and thin ice flakes. The whole process was lifelike, as if it were a real plant. "Beautiful, I'll try." Orlesi had some envy in her eyes, and then she opened her hands and began to imitate and try.

At first, only ice flakes spread everywhere, but as she slowly tried, beautiful ice flowers gradually bloomed. Of course, in terms of refinement and lifelikeness, it was not as good as the one in Tilan's hand.

"It's the only way." Ores looked at Tilan a little nervously, afraid that Tilan would think she was stupid.

"Olesi is awesome~" The girl sensed her mood, touched Olesi and encouraged her, which quickly made the ice elf girl happy.

It's so easy to coax her. Tilan couldn't help but think that if it were the old Orlais, she would probably pretend to be sad and ask her for a lot of compensation and benefits, such as going out to play with her and going on vacation.

Seeing that although Ores didn't remember the formula but knew how to use it instinctively, Tilan thought about it and felt relieved for the time being.

The human brain and soul are very special. She lacks medical testing methods now, and she doesn't know the specific condition of Orlais. She probably has to go back to the Federation to find those master-level medical experts to confirm the situation.

Some precious elixirs that specifically heal spiritual trauma can probably only be obtained by returning to the Federation.

In the following period of time, Tilan asked Ores to try many magical techniques. Ores could use some simple spells directly, but she was powerless with the more complicated ones.

This was enough to protect herself, and the girl put aside a lot of her worries.

On the evening of the seventh day after Fran arrived at the settlement, Tilan was cooking dinner with Ores in the kitchen when she heard some noise and quarreling outside. She asked Ores to stay in the kitchen to continue making steamed buns while she came out to see what was going on.

"Sura, I really don't allow you to do this this time." Guy refuted Sura with rare righteous words.

"Why? I'm sure they didn't lie, and we have the ability to help them, right?" Sura was a little angry.

"Don't you know the current situation? There are already few people in the settlement, and there is one temporary resident. Now you have brought back five refugees. How can we control them in the future?"

"When there are fewer people, we should expand our manpower. We rescued you as well, so why are you unwilling to rescue others this time?"

"The situation is different. At that time I was..." Guy's momentum was suppressed at this time, and it was difficult for him to object strongly.

"What happened?" Tilan walked out wearing the same linen dress as Orlais. There was a lot of flour and white ash on her arms, and a cloth towel wrapped on her head to prevent her hair from falling into the food. This outfit was very practical, making her originally outstanding appearance look a lot more ordinary.

"When Sulla was out, he saw five refugees in the wilderness and brought them back," Guy explained unhappily.

"This..." Tilan didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, she and Ores were just temporary guests.

"The current situation is that we have to support five more people, and we are not sure whether they will have any rebellious ideas." Guy jumped down from the rock and explained the situation to Tilan.

"No, they are from the Birch Tribe in the east. They match in race and experience. They are not outsiders who came to this land temporarily."

"It's just that several settlements over there have been fighting recently, and they had no choice but to flee here." Sura explained.

"He was a deserter during the war, how can we trust such a person?" It seems that Guy still has some iron blood in him.

"Among them is a child and two underage girls. They are also doing it for their family." Sura argued again.

The two quarreled again. Finally, Sulla called everyone over and insisted that they let the other party have a meal before leaving, and persuaded Guy to let them go.

At night, for the first time, more than a single digit number of people gathered around the campfire in the settlement. Compared with the quiet and lonely atmosphere before, it suddenly became much more lively.

An 8-year-old child and two girls around 13 were happily running around and playing in the crowd near the fire. Guy was talking to the man in the lead, while Sulla and the older woman were boiling water to give the children a good bath.

The firewood was crackling, and a few people who had just finished a sumptuous dinner were chatting.

"Is that called 'mantou'? This is the most delicious food I have ever eaten." One of the gray-faced girls stood in front of Tilan, looked up at her, her black eyes were particularly bright.

"Yes, this is how it is done in my hometown." Tilan still had a cloth wrapped around her head, and she was cleaning up the kitchen utensils with Orlais.

Without all the convenient tools in modern society, I found that cooking is quite troublesome. From the initial processing of ingredients, lighting the fire, boiling water, to the final portioning of food, and cleaning and draining of kitchen utensils, 2-3 hours would pass by unknowingly.

While she was talking to the little girl, Orles was sitting by the basin and brushing the newly made cage with a brush, but from the look of her face, it seemed that she was treating the process as something new and fun, and she was not doing it very quickly.

In order to prevent Orlais from attracting too much attention, Tilan also covered her beautiful silver hair with a headscarf.

"Ahahahaha~" The youngest child was running around the bonfire, holding an unburned branch, followed by his sister, who was not very old either.

Originally, this would have been nothing, but because he kept looking back instead of ahead, he was about to bump into Ores who was standing beside the basin. Tilan had to turn around and stop him in front of her, gently pressing down on his shoulders with both hands to temporarily stop him.

"Remember to look at the road." Then she let go of her hand, allowing the still confused boy to return to his sister holding the branch.

"Sorry." The girl who was talking to Tilan came over and apologized to the girl. Among the three children, she was the older and more sensible.

"It's okay." The girl didn't care about it. She just went back to Orlais and sat with her beside the fire while she washed the remaining kitchen utensils.

Near the fire, Guy was talking to the man, who had dark gray skin and charred hair, and was talking about his journey.

"The rival settlement that was originally on par with us suddenly had a batch of powerful firearms. In the fight for water, they killed the powerful warriors in our settlement. The settlement was about to be captured, so I just led my people to escape." He explained, turning over his arm to reveal a gunshot wound on one side.

After taking a closer look at the wound and the injured surface, Guy confirmed that it was real, and his previous doubts were partially dispelled.

"Where did the other party's firearms come from? Are they very powerful?"

"It's powerful! It's more powerful than common rifles, has a fast shooting speed, and comes in large quantities." He gestured and described in a muffled voice.

"I see..." Guy fell into deep thought and began to worry about the future of the settlement.

On the other side, Sura and an aunt were sitting by the campfire. The other was holding the flame while she was bathing the youngest child. The water in the basin was splashing everywhere. She would occasionally coax the child to be quiet, but she was reluctant to hit him. It seemed that this boy was her most beloved child.

"That one is her elder sister. The other one is my sister's daughter, but she is no longer alive, so I am raising her too." The aunt talked about the situation of the three children.

"Is your sister's child the eldest?" Sura asked curiously.

"Yes, she gave birth to a child earlier than me, and I don't know who the child was with." The other person shook his head and stopped explaining.

There are no stable marriage relationships in many settlements, especially in relatively primitive tribes.

The five refugees are all from the Birch Tribe. Their skin is dark grey with a hint of blue, and their hair is black and curly. They are said to be the 'blue-skinned race'. Although they don't have any special skills, they are relatively strong and can adapt to this polluted land. Even if they occasionally eat contaminated food, it will be fine. This gives them more food choices, so they can form a larger tribe.

"The tribe originally had several hundred people, but now I don't know how many are left." Among the five people, the leading man spoke relatively clearly, but the women, who were wives, were more vague about some concepts and often spoke incoherently. It took them a while to get to the point and the part that the other party wanted to know.

After talking with her for a while, Sura, feeling a little tired, simply gave up. On the other hand, Fran was sitting in the distance chatting with Marula tonight. They slept in the same bedroom every day and became more familiar with each other.

"There are suddenly so many firearms. I have to go over there to check out the situation after I recover from my injuries. Maybe I can get a valuable report." Fran leaned against the stone with his hands on his head.

"Are those firearms difficult to produce?" Marula asked curiously.

“Aha, it’s not that difficult. The girls in your village also have the technology. But such large-scale production is completely different. It should have mature production lines and raw materials. It’s not a simple matter.” Fran opened the diary in his arms and began to sketch and calculate.

"From the extraction of iron ore, the construction of blast furnaces, the casting of steel pipes, the processing of rifling, and the polishing of many accessories, none of these can be done manually. The use of some lathes consumes a lot of electricity, and how to generate electricity is another big problem."

"If there is a stronghold that can completely solve these problems, then they will probably have the foundation to establish order on this land. I'm talking about the emergence of a prototype of a country."

"Powerful extraordinary people are only a minority after all. Most of them are still mortals. They can be killed by bullets and pose a huge threat."

"After all, we have lost the sun, and we can only find our own way out in this land." As he said this, he stretched out his hand and looked at the starry sky above his head.

"I really want to leave this planet and go outside. If those historical legends are true, I wonder which suns are ruling and shining in the Milky Way now."

(End of this chapter)