About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"Hey, aren't you a bit prejudiced against me?!"

Orson complained loudly that anyone could see the prejudice in Kosice's change of attitude.

"So, what do you want to know, my daughter?"

Kosice simply ignored Orson. After all, in his thousand years of life, anyone who understood some aspects of governing a country or political intrigue would be destroyed by his rhetoric and tricks.

And those who know nothing about this are extremely easy to take advantage of.

Orson is like talking to a cow, and he can't beat him. His ability is 100% defeated by him. Kosice can only use "I don't want to bother with you" as his last stubbornness.

"The distribution of power among the nobles within the city."

Tallulah stated her request, and Kosice smiled, closed his eyes, and nodded slightly.

"You've hit the nail on the head, Talulah. But this time I won't be helping you for free. If you want to get the intelligence, you have to agree to a goal."

"You guy-"

"Wait, Orson."

Orson walked towards Kosciuszko, but was stopped by Tallulah.

"What goal?"

"It's very simple, my daughter—tell this fellow to leave me alone for the next month."

Kosice pointed at Orson, but he couldn't hold it back after all.

27. Sister Zaozi goes up to the high ground with low health

"I'm still upset, Uncle Isaac..."

"?"

In the off-road vehicle, Orson was driving this powerful means of transportation that he didn't know how Tallulah got it through, while complaining to the Ursus engineer who knew that he could skip the security checkpoint in Che City.

"Normally, this kind of operation would be carried out with a girl, and then in the process, the two of them would gradually understand each other's inner thoughts, and finally, when the mission is completed, their relationship would be further strengthened--!"

"Showing off is disgusting. And you think you can win girls' hearts by taking them to a place like this? Don't dream, ha. Chernobog, it's just a decent grave covered in cement. Humph, at least I'm in the wilds of the North, where I can vent by stepping on Originium bugs."

Engineer Isaac sounded impatient and irritable. He must have received a lot of unfair treatment in this city.

"Stepping on the Originium Bug... Brother, you are such a ruthless person."

Orson was already a little PTSD when he heard about the Originium Worms. The Originium Worm riot in the North almost cost Orson his life there. Although the good thing was that he got a bunch of unpurified Originium of varying purity, which made the start-up process of the "Integrated Movement Chamber of Commerce" much easier.

"Just wear RIG Engineer Armor and you'll be fine. And speaking of tough guys, you're the scariest one, aren't you, Brother Orson? [Silence of the North]—I heard that when you're silent, your enemies are completely torn apart."

Isaac asked curiously, and Orson, upon hearing this, simply gave a wry smile and said, "That's all just artistic nonsense."

However, when he said this, Orson instinctively pulled at the high-collared clothes covering his throat, and at the same time confirmed that there was no problem with the operation of the simulated vocal cords relying on the Originium technique.

After chatting for a while, the two arrived at the border of Chernobyl. Following the coordinates provided by Isaac, they quickly found an abandoned entrance on the border of Chernobyl.

Isaac took out a card and stuck it on an inconspicuous access lock, and the screen immediately lit up.

[Beep—Good morning, employee Isaac. You have been absent from work for 566 days. Please proceed to the nearest patrol station to schedule a firing squad.]

The abandoned door creaked open, and Orson was stunned by the scene.

“It’s been two years and the account hasn’t been cancelled yet?”

"Because this broken system is older than the two emperors combined. Even if it really encounters a situation that it cannot recognize—"

[Beep—Invalid card. Please stay where you are. Security is en route to silence you…]

Boom!

"Just give it a punch, like this."

"...awesome."

Orson watched as Isaac punched the access lock, and the originally locked screen status immediately changed to allowing access.

Maozi repair, BEST repair.

After passing through the abandoned gate, the two came to the underground power area of ​​Che City. While looking for the correct maintenance pipeline, Isaac chatted with Orson about the history of this city-state.

It is said that Che City is one of the few relatively stable and peaceful cities within the borders of Ursus, but even so, the persecution of the infected has never stopped.

"Humph, only after being thrown away by those guys did I realize that the infected were just a cover. To this city, those who are of no use are all destined for the same fate. Those citizens who oppress the infected have no idea that they are the next target!"

There are more and more people like Uncle Isaac who are not infected, but after encountering unexpected events, they understand that the infected are just artificially divided and conflicted.

"Forget it... let's not talk about that anymore. This is the blueprint for the underground maintenance tunnel. I've already written it down. Take it, little brother. It might be useful."

Isaac handed a blueprint to Orson, who took a quick glance and immediately noticed a [? ] mark near the center of the blueprint.

"What does it mean?"

"That question mark? I don't know either. I just know it's a restricted area with high currents flowing. Stay away from it, little bro. You might run into some weird people there."

"Ah."

Orson put the drawing away, wondering if the question mark represented the sarcophagus in the original game where the avocados from the Tower of Babel and the silly man from Rhodes were buried.

After walking for a while, the two arrived at the exit of the maintenance passage. After confirming that there were no sentries or the like around, the two successfully arrived at the Che City Center Station.

"Oh……"

In a trance, Orson even thought for a moment that he had returned to his original world.

Asphalt-paved driveways, speeding four-wheeled cars, bustling crowds, and all kinds of bear ears.

Although the architectural style and ethnic groups are different, Che City is indeed very similar to the "modern city" in Orson's impression. Especially after staying in the snowfield for two years, the contrast is even more obvious.

"Then according to the plan, let's separate first, Brother Orson."

"Take the intercom, are you sure you're okay?"

Orson was a little worried about this bad-tempered engineer, fearing that he would kill the army's people with one punch.

"The emperor has changed, no one will care about a guy like me. Just don't get caught by the bastards in the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

"Then be careful, I will contact you tonight."

Orson greeted Isaac, who then left in a hurry.

Although you always curse this city, you still miss your family and friends.

"Then it's about time I get down to business. Standing there like an idiot on the street will easily attract the attention of the police. It would be foolish to go to the police station right at the beginning."

Orson flexed his arms and went to an alley where there were no people, ready to act.

The primary goal is to "obtain legal illegal status" and "contact the new aristocratic forces."

According to the information gathered from Tallulah's previous conversation with Kosciuszko, the most prestigious family in Che is the Rostovs. They rose to prominence after the Great Rebellion, using commerce as a weapon to unite with Marquis Boris and seize control of Che.

When Orson heard the word Rostov, he felt something was familiar, but he couldn't place it.

In addition to the emerging aristocratic forces that dominated the city of Che, the city-state was also secretly watched by the old aristocratic forces headed by the "Duke of Baikal". After all, those powerful people who claimed to have "orthodox Ursus blood" would not easily watch their interests being divided up by latecomers.

The old nobles harbored resentment towards the new nobles led by Rostov for seizing power. I'm afraid that the city of Che is now full of spies from these families.

In short, the first step is to get an identity in the black market, and then find an opportunity to contact the Rostov family. If the black snake information from Koschei is correct, there is still a possibility that the Rostov family is friendly to the infected person.

"To put it simply, in such a big city, where can I find that guy named Rostov——"

Orson was complaining halfway when his normally passive [Wide Area Low Frequency] exploration skill suddenly captured several running targets. It seemed that one person was being chased by three or five people.

Are you filming the Flower of Hope?

Orson didn't pay much attention, he just moved sideways to make way for the guy running behind him.

"Please leave here immediately!"

A girl's voice came from behind Orson. When Orson turned around, he only saw a head of pure white hair and red and blue eyes.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Zaolu—no, should it be Natalia? Natalia… seems to be the eldest daughter of some screw family?

——It really was effortless, I am indeed a man favored by fate!

Orson gradually understood everything.jpg

"Um, this Miss White Bear—Woooo?"

Orson wanted to say hello to Zaolu, but the female Wei Tian completely ignored Orson and kept running with her head down.

"You have such a bad temper, is this the Houlang? Let me tell you first, there is a dead end ahead."

Orson sighed and said that the young people nowadays are really not pure enough, and then he saw another group of people running towards the alley.

"Have you run into a dead end, Miss?"

The group of people held machetes and daggers in their hands, and there was a very obvious smell of blood on their bodies.

When I looked, I realized that he was being chased by someone. That was all right.

...No, this isn't good!? Why does it feel like I've only been in Kiri Castle for less than 10 minutes and already been dragged into something incredibly troublesome?

Looking at the killer running towards him and Zaolu, Orson sighed and used every cell in his brain to think intently.

Think about what pose you will strike when you are the hero saving the beauty

28. That’s about it

"Get out of here, people over there!"

Zaolu shouted at Orson to leave, while looking around at the alley that had become a dead end.

"Hmm... I can't contact the other guards. Is the signal blocked? Or - why haven't you left yet?"

The white-haired Ursus girl with heterochromic eyes first looked at her phone anxiously, and then was surprised to find that Orson, a "pure passerby", had no intention of leaving here at all.

"Well, there are two reasons—first, those thugs have blocked the road. Second, there's something I'm concerned about."

Orson took a few steps back. At the entrance of the alley not far away, the group of people holding cold weapons had already noticed Orson and Zaolu.

Orson's gaze did not linger on this group of people for too long. Orson, who had been dancing on the edge of a knife in the North for more than a year, could see at a glance that this group of people were just hourly workers, and the real middleman was a Sarkaz mercenary in the corner behind the group.

Sarkaz...

Orson frowned. One of the most important things he had learned during his time in the Reunion Movement was:

It's usually not a good thing to encounter Sarkaz mercenaries standing opposite you.

The overall ethos of this "demon tribe" is to be indifferent to life and death and to fight if they are not convinced. Because of this habit, the Sarkaz also have the largest number of mercenaries in the world of Terra.

Although in recent years many Sarkaz have become mercenaries of the country - that is, the army, there are still a large number of Sarkaz mercenaries who claim to be "free" and do the dirty work of independent mercenary groups.

The bottom line of this group of people is money, and they will use any means necessary to get what they want. In some ways, they are more troublesome than the patrol teams and the Ursus army.

"Well……"

Seeing this group of people, Zaolu took two steps back, but her back soon hit the cold wall.

How can I contact other people and tell them where I am? Or is there any way to get out of this situation?

Zaolu forced herself to think of a solution. Orson was somewhat surprised that she could remain calm in such a situation, but he soon realized that this girl, after all, was just a high school student, was just holding on. Her trembling body and eyes betrayed her panic and fear.

"There's a passerby. What should we do? Should we kill him together?"

The thugs noticed Orson, and several of them discussed how to deal with him with sinister smiles on their faces.

"Same old style, just kill it, grind it up and throw it into the sewage system."

"...!"

Listening to the conversation between these people, Zaolu gritted her teeth and tried hard not to reveal her fear and weakness.

As for Orson, he had a bored expression, thinking, "Why do the small fry's lines all sound the same?" He heard this kind of template almost every now and then.

——I originally thought that I would only encounter such guys in the north where the people are simple and honest, but even in the big city, these people still start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Orson sighed and prepared to deal with these low-class thugs, but just as he took a step forward, Zaolu's voice, which sounded a little immature and trembling with nervousness, suddenly came from behind him.

"Wait a minute—I don't know him at all. This man has nothing to do with this. I swear on the Rostov family that I will go with you, so get him out of here!"

Although she was panicked about her current situation and felt disgusted by the weapons in those people's hands, Zaolu, who had always received an aristocratic education, still stood up.

however……