A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“I can fix it for you,” Nick said from the side.

“…” Bray stared at Nick in shock.

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Nick is omnipotent.

There's nothing Nick can't do.

He easily found the root cause of the magic vehicle's malfunction, but repairs required replacing parts.

He has no way to create something from nothing; he has absolutely no way to deal with parts.

But Bree has.

Bray pulled out a bunch of odds and ends from his four-dimensional pouch, perfectly solving Nick's problem.

Then Nick also gave Bray a perfect answer.

"What are you pretending for?" Bray thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.

Because he saw his magic vehicle crash into the thrusters on both sides.

Can anyone tell him how little Nick managed to build this thing out of a bunch of parts?

“As you can see, it’s a thruster,” Nick said.

While repairing the magic vehicle, He also replenished some equipment.

"Because at your speed, it will probably take you another two days to reach your destination."

"With the added speed-up items, it will only take one day."

"Just how much do you want me to get to Anjing City quickly?" Bray said irritably.

"Your time is very valuable, so it would be great if you could finish as quickly as possible—"

"And I'm in a hurry to get back and take care of the great Lord Nicol Bolas." Thanks to the thrusters, Bray sped towards Anjing City with sparks and lightning all the way.

Bray prefers the feeling of speed to teleportation.

Bray was also pleased that Nick had shortened his trip.

If it saves time, who would complain?

Besides, Bray didn't go out for leisure this time.

Minimize the travel distance and prioritize your daughter's safety.

However, even the most powerful thrusters aren't particularly effective in dense jungle terrain, so the actual time reduction isn't that significant.

Little Nick went on standby after morning, probably too lazy to deal with Bray.

Bray stopped the magic vehicle, placed his hand on the door, and gazed at the vast ruins of the city ahead.

He finally arrived at his destination, Anjing City.

As expected, the old map is still useful as long as no demigods are thinking of randomly moving cities around.

Just like the imperial capital, Anjing City, as the capital of Yundu Kingdom, is quite large in scale.

At the same time, the wreckage was also quite large.

The surrounding buildings were almost completely destroyed, with only a few skeletons remaining.

If the ground near the capital of the Central Continent was covered with strange crystals, then the ground around Anjing City was scorched black, as if it had just been burned by a raging fire.

However, this is not a place that was recently burned.

More than two years ago, this place was invaded by all sorts of concepts, not just fire, but also lightning and cold winds.

All I can say is that the marks left by flames and lightning are quite heavy.

"Is anyone still alive here?" Although Betley left a magic circle in the capital, Bray couldn't guarantee that the guy had left the same one in Anjing City.

Perhaps Beattie is too busy and missed this part; in any case, Bray thinks it's best not to have too much hope for now.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"Daddy, this place is so big." Nia leaned over the edge of the back seat, looking in amazement at the ruins of Anjing City.

Even in ruins, glimpses of the city's former glory can still be seen.

This city is much larger than the capital of the Will Empire.

I had already expressed my feelings when I first came here.

Bray slowed the car down and leisurely made his way along the main road amidst the charred ruins.

"Isn't Nia scared?" Bray caught a glimpse of many nearly rotten corpses out of the corner of his eye.

Most of these corpses were either charred or solidified into stone.

Some of them were frozen.

Don't assume that people who are frozen have a chance to live; the moment they are frozen, their life is taken away.

At this point, breaking the ice is no use.

“I’m not scared.” Nia shook her head and looked at her father with a puzzled expression.

Nia didn't understand why Bray felt he should be afraid.

"When Dad took me to play, weren't there ruins like this too?"

When Bray was doing quests, he often carried Bray to fight monsters.

Nia had seen enough by then.

Not just Nia, but all the children in the wasteland had become accustomed to this horrifying landscape.

Yes, it's just scenery, not some great hell.

Adults may think that children are afraid of such a terrifying scene, but they never realize that these little children have also experienced the baptism of the apocalypse.

In this era, it's not surprising to see some children who are a little abnormal.

No one can guarantee that a child in this wasteland will have a completely normal worldview. In fact, there is no clear definition of what constitutes a normal worldview in a wasteland where survival is the only goal.

“Yeah, that’s true.” Bray paused for a few seconds, then understood.

While Bree might have been playing in the mud and catching bugs at Nia's age, Nia, after the age of five, had been witnessing all sorts of tragedies.

You might think children are all innocent, but that's not the case.

Innocence may still exist, but naivety is probably not much left.

These two words are not the same.

“Nia will definitely be liked by many people in the future,” Bray said sincerely.

"Really?" Nia was so happy she almost popped a hair out of her head.

However, Nia managed to stop it in time, preventing her from becoming a girl with a cowlick.

"Nia, you need to learn how to take pictures in the future, and take pictures in all sorts of places." Nia momentarily forgot about Bree's slightly somber words from a few seconds earlier and became very excited.

"As long as you become as skilled with a sword as Dad, you can go anywhere!"

“Hmm.” Bray nodded, not questioning Nia’s dream.

A person's dreams often change, but at least for this moment, this is Nia's dream.

Unfortunately, a lizard-like monster jumped down from the ruins, interrupting the conversation.

When it leaps down, its outstretched limbs are connected to thin wing membranes, giving the illusion that it will take flight.

However, it still couldn't fly; it could only slowly fall down.

But its gaping maw is truly disgusting.

Levy thought so too.

"Whoosh!" Levy threw a large fireball at the lizard, roasting it in mid-air.

"You two continue with the 0v0." After she finished doing all this, she continued to sit obediently in the back seat, waiting to hear the father and daughter's conversation.

Levy especially enjoyed listening to these family conversations; she was happy just listening to them.

If she weren't afraid of her car being smashed, she'd probably be wagging her tail as fast as a fan.

"..." Bray sighed helplessly. After what happened, it would be a bit difficult to continue having a happy chat with Nia.

Besides, it seems there are a lot of people here, so it's not convenient to continue chatting.

"Whoosh!" The ground in front of the magic chariot was covered with a dense barrage of arrows after a rapid sound.

Bray braked immediately to prevent little Nick from being riddled with bullets in the front of the car.

He didn't think Little Nick would be able to break through his defenses with those arrows, but it wouldn't be good to see Little Nick get shot.

“Since there are people here, does that mean there’s a safe zone?” Bray looked up and shouted in one direction.

If the sound is too soft, it won't reach the ears of the person hiding.

Sure enough, after Bray asked her questions, a woman emerged from the shadows, accompanied by a group of people dressed similarly to her.

If I had to describe them in one word, it would probably be "wandering knights" or "scouts".

Anyway, the equipment is very similar to that of this type of profession.

They all covered their faces with face towels, wore extremely light clothing, and carried a short bow on their backs, clearly demonstrating their high mobility.

Their clothing faintly displays oriental patterns, and their designs also have a traditional military feel.

"Who are you?" The woman stood at the front, looking down at Bray on the car, and asked coldly without answering.

The people behind her seemed to be trying to persuade her not to go out, but the woman raised her hand and shook her head, seemingly determined to talk to Bray. Bray thought for a moment and chose to cooperate with those standing on higher ground.

“Breaklas, behind him are my daughter and...my family,” he said after a moment.

It's not quite right to call Levy my daughter, but it's not quite right to call her my sister either.

There's no doubt that Clappy is family.

The woman who stepped forward to speak was clearly the leader of the group.

Another point is that the fact that people can be seen in this area proves that there is a habitable place not far away.

In theory, the only habitable areas in the wasteland are the safe zones.

If someone is not afraid of death and dares to live in a place that is not a safe zone, then Bray has nothing to say.

It's not that I can't live outside anymore, it's just that I might not be able to survive even one day.

It seems that Anjing City also has a safe zone, and I can now somewhat hope that my father-in-law is still alive.

"Where are you from? You're not from Anjing City." The female leader asked in a still unfriendly tone.

"Tell the truth or lie?" Bray tried to ask.

“Tell me the truth, don’t give me that nonsense.” The woman raised an eyebrow, taking it for granted that Bray was being sarcastic.

But she really misunderstood; Bray didn't mean it that way.

Bray simply felt that if he told the truth, others were unlikely to believe him.

“We are all travelers from the Middle-earth, or you could say messengers.” Bray was determined to live up to his identity as a “messenger.”

"What a joke, the Central Continent? Why don't you just say you're an elf from the Northern Continent?" Before the female leader could speak, the scout-like figure behind her couldn't help but speak up.

If they were to come from a neighboring area, these people could understand, but the Eastern Continent and the Central Continent are separated by an ocean, and anyone who thinks about it for a moment would realize that it's impossible.

“You guys made me tell the truth,” Bray muttered.

That's why he specifically asked the other person whether they wanted the truth or a lie.

See? Even honest people aren't trusted. He's exhausted.

"Wait a minute." The female leader stopped the guy who was about to rush out from behind her and looked at Bray with a sharp gaze.

She also felt that Bray was making fun of them.

However, the fact that she can lead so many people proves that she is not a naive or impulsive person.

"How can you prove that you came to the Eastern Continent from the Middle Kingdom across the ocean?"

Talk is cheap; if Bray had proof, she would try to believe this absurd story.