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"Finally, although we all know what your character is like, we still have to remind you not to get too involved."

"good luck."

Chariot put down the letter, sighed, and said to himself.

"Don't get involved too deeply... Unfortunately, it's meaningless to talk about this now. I don't know how deep the involvement is."

He once again turned his attention to the huge machine in front of him.

It was an extremely crude-looking thing. The metal tracks were full of rough polishing marks, the unpolished surface was slightly rusty, and some places were even made of wood.

"Install this Originium engine and it should be done... Where is my wrench?"

Chariot turned over the tool box and took out the wrench and level.

It is said to be a spirit level, but it is actually a homemade gadget made of birch wood and glass bottles.

After laborious gestures for a long time, he finally adjusted the position of the connection between the engine and the equipment.

After confirming that the connection status of the device was correct, he breathed a sigh of relief and reached out towards the switch.

"The energy supply device is operating normally. Let me check the voltage... Where can I get a voltmeter or something like that? Let's just use it first."

Chariot shook his head again, there is no such delicate thing here.

"I hope the material is strong enough and won't fall apart if you move it."

The chariot connected the machine and the energy supply device with great anticipation.

The roar of machinery soon came from the warehouse, and the chariot was already smiling from ear to ear.

"It's finally done."

Just when the chariot was about to be put into practice, people outside were attracted by the roar of the machine.

"Mr. Alexander, is this machine finally moving?"

"Yes, Mr. Arsu, after two months of hard work, we finally got some results."

Chariot said rather proudly.

"Oh, it's a pity that the wine has been finished, and I don't know when the caravan will come."

This is a fly in the ointment. After all, drinking and celebrating has become a tradition in this village.

"Then you will be disappointed for a long time. After all, winter is coming soon, and those in the caravan rarely go this far."

Arsu replied, to be honest, he was also a little greedy for wine.

"But, with this machine, even if the people from the caravan don't come, I can still process some simple parts."

Chariot patted the machine beside him and continued.

"Just like your broken hand pump last time, you can fix it with this thing."

"So magical?"

Arsu measured the machine.

"I think I heard my son say that this thing is called...a machine tool, right?"

"That's it for now, but there are still some functions that are not perfect. Later, I can teach other people in the village how to operate this machine. It will be much more convenient."

The chariot turned off the energy supply switch. After all, this thing is quite precious. It should be used sparingly before the caravan comes next time.

"By the way, speaking of your son, I haven't seen him for so long since I've been here, but you talk about your son every day."

After Chariot packed everything, he asked curiously.

"The place where he works isn't too far away. After leaving the village, it's just over a mountain. However, it's difficult to walk on the mountain road in winter, so I rarely let him come back."

Arsu opened his mouth to explain, but once the winter was over, this boy would come back to accompany him, which made him very happy.

"The east side of the mountain? There seems to be a mining area over there, right? It's an affiliated land of a nearby city."

The surrounding situation of the tank has been made relatively clear.

"You are much more familiar with the situation around here than most people in the village."

"When I went to exchange supplies with the refugee settlement before, I inquired more about the surrounding situation and even exchanged the items for a map."

Chariot explained that although the map was crude and had incomplete markings, it still played a very important role.

Hearing Chariot's words, Arsu suddenly became serious and said seriously: "Don't go looking for those Wastelanders during this period. The tax collector's team will be here soon. If they know about us and the Wastelanders, If you do business, something big will happen."

"Something big happened?"

Chariot asked doubtfully, private transactions may indeed be illegal in some countries, but looking at Arsu's expression, this may be a serious matter that will cause his head to fall.

"I don't know about other places, but Lord Fetisov does not allow us to have too much contact with the wastelanders."

Arsu lowered his voice and spoke softly.

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"You are not allowed to contact those refugees, why?"

Before coming to Ursus, he thought that the people of Ursus were all unruly people as described outside.

Even the truth told him before he set out to be careful about the people he met and to always be vigilant.

But after being here for so long, doesn’t he still know what the local people are like?

Some scum cannot represent all ordinary people. Most people are like Arsu next to the chariot, honest and kind, and treat others sincerely.

"In the past, people from the army often came to spread the word, saying that many of the refugees in the wasteland were spies from Casimir, and that there were also thugs like Rusty Hammer mixed in."

If Beichen heard this, he would definitely not be able to help complaining.

"It's really shameless to say, who has lost the territory Casimir lost?"

"So that's it...but I see that most of the residents of that wastelander settlement are Ursas."

Chariot clearly remembered that those people had very obvious bear ears.

As soon as he mentioned this, Arsu couldn't stop shaking his head and sighing.

"Well, it wasn't like this before. There weren't so many wasteland refugees at all before. Most of the wasteland people at that time came from places other than Ursus."

"Now, the Usas people in the refugee settlement are basically people who escaped from other villages, running towards the wasteland, and some even ran outside of Usas."

Arsu raised his hand, pointed at several dilapidated houses in the village, and continued.

“Look at our village, there were more than 200 people there just a few days ago, and almost all of them have disappeared in the past two years.”

"The tenant farmers have run away, there are fewer and fewer people, the land is deserted, and business people have stopped coming. In addition, the taxes to be paid this year are higher."

Chariot nodded: "Population loss...I'm familiar with this, but it's not a good thing."

Chapter 360: Unexpected disaster (chariot extra)

"What about your lord? The master named 'Fetisov' has all the tenants in his territory run away. What will he eat?"

Arsu was stunned for a moment. He had indeed heard very little news about the lord recently.

"This... I don't know, maybe they are dealing with the rogue bandits in the north."

"Rogue bandits, are there any rogue bandits here?"

Chariot thought for a while and suddenly remembered.

"Oh! Are they those bandits that the villagers were talking about before? The term bandit is really rare. I am quite curious about what kind of people these bandits are."

Chariot continued: "It has been more than a month, and I can still hear news about them. It seems that the lord has not resolved this matter yet. To be honest, I don't think ordinary bandits can compete with the armies of Ursus." "

"Dare to go against the army, I never dared to think about it before. But I heard that they are well-trained, and they only rob the property of nobles and don't take action against civilians. I don't know if that's true."

From Arsu's tone, Chariot could hear his doubts.

"Hey, I've heard of well-trained 'bandits' who rebel against nobles. I'm very familiar with this."

The smile on the face behind the chariot helmet could no longer stop.

"What does that old saying mean? Oh, by the way, history is always surprisingly similar."

"Has Mr. Alexander experienced this kind of thing before? I don't know what the outcome was."

"Haha, it's nothing. I'm just talking nonsense. Maybe I saw it in some book."

When the two were planning to chat about something else, a panting villager suddenly burst in. Before he could hold on to the table and take a few breaths, he looked at Arsu anxiously and said.

"Old man, please go home quickly, your son..."

Arsu supported the out-of-breath villager and asked.

"My son is back? Today?"

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

"No, why would he come back today?!"

"Oh, please stop asking and go back quickly, something big has happened!"

Arsu opened the door in a panic and followed the villager.

Chariot put down what he was holding in silence. He almost knew what happened.

"What happened to my son! Anwar!"

Arsu asked anxiously as he almost opened the door to his home.

At a glance, he saw Anwar lying unconscious on the bed and another villager accompanying him.

"You're finally here, let me tell you."

The villager spoke up without delaying what he was doing.

"I went to sort out firewood in the morning, and I saw someone lying at the entrance of the village in the south of the village. I was startled. When I got closer, I realized it was Anwar."

"Fortunately, he was discovered in time. If it had been delayed for a while, it would have been difficult to tell. I simply bandaged the wound. He didn't have any frostbite on his body. I guess he fell there not long ago."

Arsu quickly thanked him, but the villagers stopped him.

"You have to be mentally prepared."

He couldn't bear to talk anymore.

"Your son seems to be infected with... ore disease."

Arsu took several trembling steps back, as if unwilling to accept this desperate fact.

He looked at his son with a horrified expression, fear and doubt flashing in his eyes, but in the end, it turned into grief.

"Does anyone else... anyone else know about this?"

Arsu asked cautiously.

"I haven't told anyone yet."

"Please don't..."

The villagers signaled him to stop talking.

"I know that you only have one son. I will tell everyone not to come near your house these days. I will just say that your son is infected with the damp plague. However, you have to think carefully. This is ore disease. You have to think clearly. ”

He lowered his voice and whispered.

"It doesn't look like the situation is very good?"

Chariot opened the door and walked in, bolting the door at the same time.

"Mr. Alexander? Quick, get out first, my son..."

"You have ore disease, right? Don't be nervous. I'm here to help."

Chariot certainly knew what the disease was, but these two people thought that they might be infected at any time because they didn't understand the ore disease.

"This...this is mineral sickness, Mr. Alexander."

Chariot didn't care about this. He opened the small box he carried with him and took out the contents.

"Don't worry, I have come into contact with many patients with mineral sickness, and this thing is not as scary as you think."

He reached out and unbuttoned Anwar's shirt, carefully observed the wounds on his arms, and nodded.

"First apply this medicine on the crystals on the body surface. I'll get some hot water and inject another medicine later."