Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 223 Skarloval

Rosilede is an important port in Skarloval and the pride of Skarloval.

However, after the war broke out with those in white, such a city was easily conquered and lost without taking much time.

This is hard to accept for an old man who still holds the pride of Skarloval even after retiring for many years.

However, this is not the first time this has happened.

The white-clad people from Dadu called their Skarloval the 'mechanical world' and intended to completely occupy it as a part of their own.

Although the rabbi did not know what Dadu itself was like, it was not difficult to know from the words of some people who had been to Dadu that it was a wonderful place.

In order to maintain that huge and wonderful city, all kinds of resources from the outside world are indispensable.

Skarloval became their prey.

Their world has extremely rich mineral resources, including various magical metal substances. This has been the cause of many civil wars in Skarloval's history, and now it has also become a factor in attracting foreign enemies.

"This... this, this is impossible..." The old man's hands trembled, unable to accept it.

Skarlovar has been unified for many years, and occasional local rebellions have been easily suppressed. No one, even the mechanical dolls, will doubt that Skarlovar is now at its most prosperous period in history.

But the white-clad people easily trampled on their pride and glory, took away their precious land, and disrupted their long-standing peaceful life.

"I heard from others that if a free world like ours is targeted by the Datu, it will be difficult to resist them. If we surrender and join them early, we can avoid..."

"What are you talking about!"

Before the rabbi could finish her words, the old woman shouted at her, which startled her.

"They are just a bunch of white demons! Skarloval must pull himself together and take back everything that was taken away! Don't say such things again!"

"It's not me who said that, why are you yelling at me?" The rabbi took care of the old man, but he did not pamper him at all. He frowned and said unhappily.

“…” The old man was silent, then sighed and said, “I’m sorry, Rabbi, I was too excited.”

The rabbi's frown quickly softened again: "It's okay, I'll go make lunch for grandpa."

After saying that, he put the packed things on the workbench. The old doll called Radish turned his face slightly and said: "Dingdu..."

The rabbi smiled and said, "You're welcome. It's hard work for you to play with grandpa."

After shaking hands gently with Luo Bo, she left the studio.

Watching his granddaughter leave, the old man moved the wheelchair back to the workbench and stared at the carrot in a daze. Then he said, "If I still had all my limbs intact and you could still fight, I wouldn't feel so empty even if you died on the battlefield."

“Beep…”

"Ha, you're right." The old man shook his head. "How can we keep the rabbi just for ourselves? I still have to fix you, old friend. I have a feeling that I may not be able to wait until next spring. From now on, the rabbi will have to be handed over to you."

As he spoke, the old man reached out to touch the parts placed on another table next to him.

The arms, legs and feet are all mechanical prostheses, and not ordinary prostheses, but combat prostheses equipped with military-grade puppet-level power cores. Even though the model is old, the old man has been privately improving them shortly after he retired, when his body had not yet degenerated and his mind was still confused.

He always felt that it would be useful one day, and his son jokingly called it post-war psychological syndrome.

As he thought about it, he looked at the hanger in the corner of the room. A tattered and old military uniform was hanging quietly, and the emblem symbolizing Skarloval on it had lost its color and was covered with dust.

“Beep…”

Luobo suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door of the studio.

The rabbi stood at the door for a while, his face looking a little gloomy.

"What's so good about puppets?"

She mumbled something and went to prepare lunch. The small figure was busy in the kitchen for a while. At times like this, she would have liked to have a household doll to help. But she was not interested in dolls. Although her grandfather was experienced, he was old. Whether it was a new or old doll, it would be troublesome to maintain it, so she chose to do it herself.

You can save 100% by not buying it. Our family is already very tight on money and we can’t be that extravagant.

She briefly retreated to her room while she waited for the stew to cook.

Her room was a mess. Rabbi could keep the chores outside in good order, but she was not so attentive to her own things. This was her way of being lazy.

Stand in front of the dressing mirror and do some grooming.

Her appearance was undoubtedly that of a petite and cute girl, with short curly brown hair and a pair of special ruby-like eyes revealed after taking off her tinted contact lenses.

The edges and corners of her facial features are quite distinct, which is why it is not easy to be seen when she pretends to be a boy outside. Her face is somewhat neutral.

Although she was not tall, the girl in the mirror had a sharp sense of oppression.

She turned around and found a book from the "junk pile" in the room and read it: "What is the relationship between the power core used by the puppets and the legendary lost alchemy? If there is a place like Dadu, then what is the relationship between Dadu and Skarloval... The world is divided by mind, concept, and behavior, and what is the meaning of the 'mechanical world'?"

In the corner of her room were piled some old instruments, all of which she had found through various channels.

She was more interested in something else than the doll itself.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and something was moving outside the door. No, was it inside the room or in the corridor outside the door?
When he came to his senses, the rabbi found himself a little confused.

Putting down the book, she walked to the door and her footsteps stopped abruptly.

She grabbed the door handle and pushed it open.

What appeared behind the door was a "boiled egg".

"Carrot!?" Rabbi was startled for no apparent reason. They had been together since childhood and should have been used to it. He felt strangely uneasy.

It was like an invisible, uninvited guest had come to their home, causing a subtle change in the atmosphere.

“Beep…”

"Ah, has grandpa fallen asleep again? There's nothing we can do. Let's eat first." The rabbi said helplessly.

"Dingdu..." Luobo raised his hands to indicate his joints.

"Ah? Your hand joint is broken again? Was it your grandfather who did it?" The rabbi's face suddenly fell.

In desperation, she pulled Carrot into her room, rummaged through her garbage again and pulled out a brown suitcase. When she opened it, she found a complete set of puppet maintenance tools inside.

The rabbi skillfully used the tools to repair Radish's hand joints.

“Beep…”

"I told you I'm not interested in puppets. Oh, not you, Radish. I'm just not interested in this technology, but I'm still preparing to learn it in case it's necessary."

“Beep…”

"I've already said this. Your memory module isn't aging, is it? Your model has been discontinued for a long time. It will be troublesome if it breaks down. As for me, if I tell Grandpa, he will be happy, but he will also have higher expectations of me. Then I won't be so cruel to reject him. Carrot, you have to keep it a secret for me. We have agreed many times."

“Beep…”

As he spoke, the rabbi had already adjusted the joints of the carrot, and after letting the carrot move to make sure there was no problem, he stood up and said, "Let's go, it's time to eat."

After the rabbi packed up his things, he found that Radish was still standing there looking at him.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Luobo shook his head slightly, and the two of them left the room together.

(End of this chapter)