"Dad, did you see what we just saw? It was really great."

Kratos remained silent in response to his son's cheers, because from what they had just seen, this camp was not as simple as they had imagined.

But looking at the excited Atreus, it would not be appropriate to leave now.

"...Atreus..."

"What's wrong? Father?"

"Follow me for a while."

594.Contact

The barrel of the plasma beam wolf spider turret mounted on the high ground was slightly red, and the corpses of groups of undead warriors were dissipating. A small Pioneer-class Titan stood at the gate of the camp, and the T-203 thermite launcher in its hand was loading new thermite.

roar--!

Suddenly, the ogre's unique roar was heard, and the Vanguard-class mini-Titan immediately stood up and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The ogre with frost on his body knocked down the trees in front of him and appeared in front of everyone in the camp, but the next second the huge body fell down with a loud bang.

call out--!

An axe flew from its body and fell back into Kratos' hands. At this time, Atreus also poked his head out from behind him.

"We are not enemies." Kratos shouted to the people in the camp with a full voice. "We helped you deal with a few monsters."

"The [Far Travel] camp welcomes every friendly outsider."

The wolf spider turret on the high ground turned to other directions, and the Pioneer-class small Titan also made way for a path leading to the camp.

"Boy, follow me closely."

Kratos and Atreus began to move forward along the path vacated by the Vanguard-class small Titan. Along the way, they could see a large number of temporary tents, injured Midgard people and a small number of small Titans.

A snow yak carrying a large bag of bread appeared in the sight of Kratos and others. The man leading the yak stopped in front of a simple wooden house and distributed freshly baked bread to the wounded soldiers and refugees.

Atreus also took two pieces of bread at Kratos's suggestion, but when Kratos got the bread in his hands, he felt something was strange.

"Father, don't you want to eat?"

After hearing Atreus's doubts, Kratos put the bread into his mouth. As far as the taste was concerned, it was just ordinary bread and there was nothing wrong with it.

"... Am I overthinking..."

After walking for a few more minutes, Kratos and Atreus officially entered the camp. In the camp, they could see neatly arranged Nordic-style wooden houses and people, as well as many animals for use or food.

This was very strange to Atreus, as mentioned before, it was nothing he had ever seen before.

Dinosaur-like creatures with long hair and carrying goods walked past Kratos and his companions. The sound of knocking on iron felt could be heard not far away, and the aroma of food filled the air.

It seemed normal and there was nothing wrong, but Kratos always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

But looking at his extremely excited son, Kratos temporarily put aside his doubts and took him to a building that looked like an inn.

Even though there was a war not far away, there were still quite a few people drinking here. For example, a fat aunt who owned the inn threw a drunk man out of her inn in front of Kratos.

"Is that man dead?" Atreus looked at the person who was thrown out and asked Kratos.

"No, he was just drunk."

The two then walked into the inn, and the people who were drinking and bragging hardly noticed their entry. When Kratos came to the bar, the fat lady who had just thrown the person out greeted them.

"Welcome to the Mead Inn," she said. "Are you new here?"

"Yes, we..." Atreus said halfway, looked at his father, and continued speaking when he saw that he did not stop him. "This is our first time here."

"Would you like something to eat or drink? I just caught a wild boar recently, and we have fresh onions and carrots. We also have wine," she continued. "I'll accept anything of value, whether it's weapons, silver coins, or ores."

"Two portions of food, no wine." Kratos threw his purse on the table and said, "We also want a room."

"Two portions of food, no wine, and a room." The fat lady skillfully took out a few silver coins from her purse and returned them to Kratos. "Hot water is available here, and the toilet is across the street, or you can find a forest farther away."

"By the way, my name is Alma, you can also call me 'Mother Honey Wine'."

"If you need anything else, you can call me."

. . . . . .

The hay bed in the inn was not as big as the one at home, but it was clean and had no smell. After walking all day and experiencing so many things, after dinner, Atreus returned to his room and fell asleep quickly.

Seeing his son sleeping soundly, Kratos walked out of the room as quietly as possible and came to the bar.

"A glass of mead?" Alma asked as he wiped the wooden cup in his hand.

"...have a drink."

The light yellow wine was poured into a wooden cup and then pushed in front of Kratos. He raised the cup and took a sip.

"It's not peaceful everywhere lately, is it?" Alma said. "Those monsters are acting like crazy lately, killing people everywhere, and there are also those looters."

"Luckily we found this place, otherwise it might be the same as the corpse outside."

"Are you from somewhere else?"

"Most people here are like this," Alma replied. "About half of the people here are refugees. Some are in the dozens, some are like you with children, and some are just half dead after crawling here."

"Fortunately, apart from the strange people we see sometimes, some strange big iron blocks, and the occasional giant wolves and little giants, this place is not much different from other tribes."

"weirdo?"

"Well, there are some people who come here who are either humans or humanoid monsters with mechanical claws. I can't understand what some of them say." Alma continued. "If you have broken hands or feet, or want to replace your iron skull, you can go to them. They said that after signing a bunch of agreements, they will use metal to make your broken limbs or something else."

"Um..."

Kratos finished the rest of the mead, stood up, and walked towards his room.

Alma didn't say anything else. After all, many people had just arrived at this place and had a lot of questions and were wary of this place. She was the same at the beginning.

But after living here for a while, she found that there was no problem. The managers of this camp did not seem to care about them, nor were they afraid that they would cause trouble - the few troublemakers who had caused trouble before had disappeared, neither alive nor dead.

"The weather is starting to get colder~"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, Kratos brought Atreus to the selling area in the camp. Even though they got up very early, the people in this area were already active.

"Father, look! This is the metal sculpture that moved by itself that we saw yesterday!"

Two small Legion-class Titans armed with Hunter Cannons stood not far away, as if ensuring the order of this trading area. When Kratos and his companions appeared, the cameras on the Titans turned to them.

Kratos naturally noticed this situation, glared back, and then walked into the trading area with Atreus.

The purchase of perishable food went smoothly. For some reason, there was plenty of food. However, problems arose when it came to purchasing additional arrows for Atreus.

Due to the frequent battles recently, there are not many arrows left in the camp, and most of them do not meet Kratos' requirements.

This is not a game. It is not possible for Atreus to shoot 100 arrows at others and still have arrows in his own quiver. Even though they have recovered arrows in battles along the way, it is inevitable that their arrows are still decreasing.

In this situation, an old blacksmith suggested to Kratos that perhaps they could try to ask the ruler of this camp for some arrows, but...

"I'm not sure what those things that look like neither human nor ghost will exchange for." The old blacksmith took a piece of red-hot iron from the furnace and began to hammer it. "Some people never came back after they left, and some came back with more metal structures."

"Anyway, if there's any place where you could find the arrows you want, it's probably theirs."

"Thank you."

After saying goodbye to the old blacksmith, Kratos took Atreus back to the inn where they had stayed before and checked the remaining arrows in the room. These alone were totally not enough.

It's not that Kratos can't protect his son, but in some cases Artes must also participate in the battle, and as a Spartan (here refers to the city-state) boy, Kratos cannot accept not fighting.

"... Boy," Kratos said after thinking it over again and again. "Let's go and take a look."

. . . . . .

An ordinary Nordic wooden house, which looks no different from other wooden houses except that it is a little bigger.

Kratos and Atreus have arrived at the core of the camp. There are obviously fewer people moving around here, and some things like totem poles have also appeared here.

Atreus, who had the gift of reading (or divine power), recognized that the patterns on it had the meaning of protection and concealment, but these were not Norse words or runes.

The defense of this area was indeed a bit strict. Many of the guards around had mechanical defects on their bodies, and there were also a lot more metal statues that could move on their own like those seen before. However, Kratos and his men's actions were not blocked. After learning their purpose, the soldiers guarding here took them directly to the wooden house.

Kratos pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the moment he opened the door, he realized that the space behind the door was much larger than what they saw outside.

"magic?"

At this time, the sound of mechanical rotation was heard, and then it seemed as if countless tiny feet were moving on the ground (refer to the centipede), and a strange man wearing a red robe, hunched over, with mechanical structures all over his face, holding a gear axe, appeared in their sight.

[Applications accepted, exchange/transaction agreement in progress]

[You state your demands]

595. Alfheim

Even Kratos, who had been to Greece, Egypt and Northern Europe, had never seen such a creature - he was like a living machine.

Yes, even though there was no flesh and blood on its body, Kratos could be sure that the monster in front of him was still a living creature.

It was also the first time that Atreus saw such a creature. He was a little excited and a little scared.

"...Are you still alive?" After a while, Atreus hid behind Kratos and asked the being in front of him.

[74.36% of my body is mechanical, and only 25.64% is biological]

[But my existence is fundamentally different from the so-called undead/puppet/construct existence...]

【To sum up, I am still alive】

Kratos was a little surprised by the response of the man in front of him, because in his opinion Atreus' question was obviously offensive, but the other party actually answered it seriously.

This reaction also made Kratos begin to doubt the correctness of his first impression of him, because the other party's behavior looked a bit like an inanimate machine.

But Atreus obviously did not notice the change in his father's expression, and his experience now could be said to be the most magical of his journey.

"Do you have a name?"

[BR-0684, you can also call me Kabasi, the mecha monk] The mecha monk named Kabasi responded. [Please state your demands]

"We need some arrows, like this."

Atreus said as he pulled out a intact arrow from his back and handed it to Kabasi in front of him. A mechanical claw stretched out and took the arrow.

[Scanning... Checking inventory. Unfortunately, we don't have arrows of this size and material] Kabasi responded. [But we have the corresponding machines that can make them directly]

"machine?"

"What do we need to pay?" Kratos asked at this time.

[Retrieving records... You helped defend the outer camps in the late afternoon yesterday. Because of your help, the loss of personnel, supplies, and energy was reduced by 65%]

[In summary, if the transaction/exchange value is low, the other party does not need to pay additional equivalent]

"Do you mean you can give us arrows?"

[Yes/sure/affirmative]

As he spoke, the mecha monk named Kabasi began to move, taking Kratos and Atreus through a flashing metal gate, and a mechanical lathe appeared in front of them.

"what is this?"

[Explanation: The seventh generation of portable industrial lathe] Kabasi replied. [Simple explanation: Hammer and iron felt that can be forged automatically]

After saying that, Kabasi walked to an instrument, and several mechanical wheels began to operate it. Soon a string of numbers appeared on the light screen next to it.

"what is this?"

[Merit/Achievement/Credit Points/Currency] Kabasi continued. [I will quantify your help to the camp to facilitate the exchange and storage of supplies]

[Are there any requirements for arrows? Just ordinary ones? ]

As Kabasi continued to operate the instrument in front of him, several different arrow images appeared on the light screen.

[In addition to ordinary arrows, we also have arrows that explode after hitting the target, arrows that freeze, and arrows with electric paralysis effects]

[These arrows with special effects do not require additional input of magic or other energy. They have this characteristic themselves, but it is difficult to use repeatedly.]

At the beginning, the light screen also displays the data of these different arrows, as well as the various effects after being launched and hitting the target.

These were things Atreus had never seen before, and he was very curious about them all, but Kratos still kept a cold face as he watched the images playing on the screen.

"Are there those arrows made of impact steel that Brock mentioned?"

"Atreus!"

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