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Chapter 326 Puppetry

"The skill of a dollmaker is to make dolls/human figures, then puppetry should be the skill of manipulating dolls?" Feng Xue thought secretly in his heart, but he was not too disappointed. Although it was a little different from what he imagined, puppetry could also enhance his combat effectiveness.

During the battle with Akado, he discovered that even with the help of the collection, he could only create 300 puppet soldiers. Moreover, he could not make each puppet have enough combat power, and he could not accurately convey orders to each puppet. After the battle started, he could only let them rush forward in a swarm.

Although the Death Troupe has the technology to issue orders through music, it is essentially more of a suggestion rather than a real command. It is roughly like "under the atmosphere created by such and such background music, the puppets should behave in such and such a way." In this way, the predecessor can issue precise orders with music, but it still relies more on the bond with teammates.

And now, the puppet technique in front of them might be able to make up for this deficiency and allow the Death Troupe to truly gain combat capabilities.

As for puppeteers/doll makers… we can practice these together, since we have the time and knowledge anyway. As a puppeteer, is there any problem with me learning to make puppets?
By the way, you can also incorporate the bionics technology and alchemy skills accumulated by your naughty kid into it and see if you can come up with any new ideas!

The more Feng Xue thought about it, the more excited he became, and then... then he was beaten.

"It seems like you slept too comfortably last night! You even forgot who you are!"

A man wearing a slightly exaggerated robe and holding a blackboard pointer walked past Feng Xue with a serious face. He mercilessly whipped the palms of three children, including Feng Xue, with the blackboard pointer. Not far away from them, there were seven or eight other children watching with sympathy.

"You are all wild children who compete with wild dogs for food. I was merciful and gave you a bite to eat! I will also teach you some skills to make a living. If you can't even follow the most basic rules, you can get out now!"

Although the man's tone was stern and he did not stop whipping, no one, whether they were being beaten or those watching from behind, made a sound. Even the two children who were being beaten with Feng Xue stood up straight to be punished. Although they trembled every time they were hit, they held on and did not pull their hands back.

"What a strong will!" Looking at the "companions" who didn't look like six-year-olds at all, Feng Xue roughly understood the environment. These children should be street children who were recently picked up. And because they had experienced hardships, they had a certain tolerance for being beaten. They knew that leaving would be more difficult than being beaten...

"This man speaks Qingyun language, and his accent is more like that of Hexi. If this is Hexi, there would be so many street kids of the same age... should it be during the Great Depression? Or are they orphans caused by a super-large nightmare? If so, this master-level puppeteer should be in his twenties..."

Feng Xue was thinking in his heart, but on the surface he tried his best to maintain the same expression as his friends. It is worth mentioning that although the man's whipping sounded loud, his technique was extremely experienced. It caused enough pain without causing too much damage to the hands of the three people. This made Feng Xue doubt the identity of the man in front of him.

"If it was for an adult, or a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, it wouldn't be a big deal. But a six or seven-year-old child is very fragile. He was able to control the strength so precisely. It seems that the person who can raise a master of puppetry is not a simple character!"

The man obviously didn't know what Feng Xue was thinking. After he spanked each of them twenty times, he finally stopped the punishment and glanced at the children watching around him. Then he said:

"I'm Green, the leader of the Green Troupe. You can call me leader from now on. In the next six months, I will teach you some basic common sense. You can also learn some skills from other members when they are free. After six months, based on the skills you have mastered, I will decide whether to keep you. As for what happens next, only those who stay will know."

Captain Green's words were very cold, and he deliberately omitted information such as how many people would be left behind, what level they had to reach to stay, and what would happen to those who were not left behind. This created a strong sense of crisis in these young children who had already witnessed the sufferings of the world.

However, Feng Xue thought this person was not bad. If you want to know why, it was because he didn't even use the command structure to brainwash like [Illusion]. In fact, if you want to recruit apprentices, it would be best to adopt or even buy children aged 11 or 12 like Illusion did. Such children are sensible enough, have relatively abundant physical strength, have higher learning ability and concentration, and have a shorter training curve. Even if they cannot become talents, they can do some physical work to make up for the loss.

Children aged six or seven, even orphans, are prone to forgetting the pain once the wound has healed due to their immature mental development. They also have poor physical strength and concentration, and their learning efficiency is extremely low. It can be said that there is no advantage to raising children of this age as apprentices except for loyalty. Loyalty can be completely solved with a command structure. After all, no matter how bad the command structure is, it will undoubtedly work for a group of six or seven-year-old children.

Feng Xue could think of a reason why this leader would adopt a six or seven-year-old child. Besides being kind-hearted, it's impossible that he couldn't raise the child and then sold it to [Illusion] to make ends meet, right?
"Zhao, this leader is not really related to [illusion], right?"

Feng Xue was suddenly stunned. After all, [Illusion] had business dealings with many circuses and casinos. Although the troupe was a bit off the beaten track, it was not impossible, right?
While Feng Xue was thinking, the team leader had already brought a few people to the restaurant. Compared with the dim gathering place before, this place was particularly bright. A large round table was placed in the middle of the restaurant. When they saw the team leader coming, all the people sitting there stood up and greeted him.

In addition to the friends who followed the group leader in, there were five or six boys and girls aged twelve or thirteen in the restaurant who were helping a slightly plump man in his thirties carry plates of breakfast. In addition, there were five adults who looked to be between twenty and thirty years old.

"Zhao! This troupe is truly full of hidden talents!"

Although it was just a rough glance, Feng Xue was quite shocked. Including the team leader, there were seven adults in total, including the chef who served the dishes, and none of them was an ordinary person!

The first person to stand up and greet the captain was a handsome guy with a gentle smile. He was more masculine than those handsome boys in his previous life. However, in that sunny and cheerful look, Feng Xue saw a hint of coldness hidden behind the smile. He was constantly emitting a G·I force field of a projected structure. Although it was so thin that it was hardly noticeable, it always enveloped the surroundings, and he seemed to be on alert all the time.

The slightly plump man in chef's uniform looked to be in his early thirties. He had a warm smile, but his steps were steady. There were calluses on the outside of his knuckles and his fist bones were slightly deformed. His martial arts skills must have been quite good.

The young man sitting on the left side of the round table was slender and looked a little feminine, but Feng Xue could see the shadows of more than six assassination techniques in him. Although they were all relatively common skills, as a master of assassination, Feng Xue was willing to call him an expert.

Sitting opposite the man was a young beauty with a graceful figure and smiling eyes. However, between her curved eyebrows, there was a hint of sharpness, not to mention that she had at least twenty daggers hidden on her body.

The indifferent man who was leaning against the wall and eating bread had calluses on his palms. Judging from his standing posture, the shape of his knees and leg bones, and his habitual movements when holding the bread, he should be an expert in stabbing with a sword.

The last man looked a little older than the regiment commander, probably in his early forties. He did not have any particularly outstanding fighting abilities, but he gave Feng Xue a feeling that he was one with everything. It was not his temperament or his movements, but a peculiar sense of coordination.

The friction of clothes, the chewing sounds of food, the clash of tableware, and even the frequency of breathing all blended together perfectly. If Feng Xue did not have outstanding attainments in music, he would not even be able to detect this strange feeling.

Even the kids who helped the chefs serve the dishes had quite remarkable features, which made Feng Xue secretly sigh——

"Who are these people?!"

(End of this chapter)