Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Yaye opened the glass door and entered the bathroom, she was a little hesitant.

This Feilin, she only felt a dangerous aura surging from the ghost shark's body.

Chapter 19 Salt Potatoes in the Cold Wind

"W, are the potatoes ready?"

A Sarkaz mercenary hugged his knees with his hands, looking comically obedient.

There were many other Sarkaz around the bonfire.

"Stop making noise!" W poked the mercenary's foot with a branch in annoyance and said, "How can the potatoes be cooked if the water isn't even boiled!?"

She cursed, "That bastard Garson!"

"It's fine if he just deducts our wages! But he still makes us pay for things in the city!"

This is an old trick of the mercenary group.

This wasn't just the case on Terra; the same was true on Earth. Most of the salaries paid by mercenary leaders to their mercenaries were collected back into the leaders' pockets through various merchants, vendors, and technical workers accompanying the troops.

However, because we are on the battlefield, the prices of these services are often "a little more expensive."

The "well-behaved" Sarkaz did not agree with this, because, in his eyes, this was somewhat natural.

This is what mercenary group leaders have done since ancient times.

They took the starting capital from their employers, and then returned to their hometown or somewhere else to form a legion based on the roster they had, half recruiting and half plundering.

For the Sarkaz group, many unnecessary steps can be omitted.

No matter where they are, as long as another Sarkaz can pay the price, he can recruit most of the local Sarkaz to serve as mercenaries.

They are strong, fearless, and familiar with warfare... and generally do not require pensions.

As the pressure cooker screamed, W cursed while releasing the pressure from the pot.

"If I could live in the city, there's no point in buying this broken pot from him!"

"What are you doing!?" W gently hit the obedient Sarkaz's arm with a branch.

"Isn't the water boiling?"

"But the water hasn't dried up yet!"

The Sarkaz burst into laughter, but no one knew what they were laughing at.

W, on the other hand, was still the same, she was still mocking Garson.

"But they are just stinky mercenaries like us. They really think they are working for Tracy!"

"We finally captured the city!"

"Now look what's happening! He's stationed inside the city with his personal soldiers! We're stationed outside the city!"

"The cold wind can't blow down his tent, right!?"

"Oh! That bastard doesn't live in a tent!"

Inès glanced at them from a distance and said to Hedley, "Do you really think this will work?"

Hedley remained silent. He rubbed his hands together and when he opened them, it turned out to be a ball of warm ashes.

“Everyone really got used to the tent.”

"So it's useless?" The pretty mother-in-law placed her white and tender hands in the ashes and said for fun, "There are many colder days than this."

The wild historian clasped his hands together and wrapped Inès's small hand in his rough big hand.

"Don't you dislike my ashes?"

"It's a bit cold. You haven't given me a direct answer yet."

Hedley blew a stream of white steam towards the palms of the two men.

"But it's not often that the leader lives in the city while the members live outside."

Hedley loosened his hands, and the warm ashes flew away, some even threatening to touch Inès's body.

"you!"

"It has nothing to do with me. It's just dust. When the wind blows, it will float away."

Hedley chuckled twice and said, "The water is almost boiled dry, and W's salt potatoes are almost ready."

At the campfire, W was holding a potato with white frost on the skin, savoring her understanding of "love your soldiers like sons and use them like mud."

The Sarkaz outside the city might be accustomed to the merchants accompanying the army, and were accustomed to secretly ambushing and killing these merchants to earn extra money... But the fact that Garson and his confidants were "stationed" in the city still made many Sarkaz dissatisfied.

So far, this dissatisfaction is just dissatisfaction.

But if Garson forced them to attack again, many things would begin.

Looking at the two people walking towards him, W rolled his eyes and kicked the pressure cooker in front of them.

What a nagging person!

"There are two left, take them yourself."

The other Sarkaz moved slightly to make room for the other two leaders of this small group.

"Take it yourself..." Hedley held two salt potatoes together in his hand and handed one to Inès.

He pondered for a moment and sat down.

He said, "Do you know..."

W frowned and said, "Find someone else to take the history class!"

Inès laughed out loud: "Hahaha!"

Hedley shrugged and sat down.

Fine white salt forms a layer of frost on the surface of the potatoes. This white salt comes from Chernobyl, which is also one of the products of Terra's modern industry.

The dagger cut the potato in half, and the aroma filled the air.

"W, your salt potatoes are much better than someone else's!"

"Hey!" Inès said dissatisfiedly.

W also sneered, "Hedley didn't mention anyone by name! Who is it?"

The other Sarkaz also burst into laughter.

Salt……

The wild historian savored the simple salt potato carefully. The soft and slightly salty potato was ground into a paste by his teeth, and was initially hydrolyzed under the action of salivary amylase, revealing a faint sweetness.

"A long, long time ago, salt was a very precious commodity."

W held his chin and rolled his eyes at Inès: Look at him!

But Ines mistakenly thought it was a demonstration of her cooking skills, and she glared back: What are you looking at!

"No, that's not the case."

Hedley looked at the bonfire and rubbed some salt grains off the skin of the salt potatoes.

He put the salt grains in his mouth, savored it, and said, "Even now, in many places far away from the mobile city and far away from salt production, salt is still a very valuable commodity."

"In the distant past, salt was even as valuable as pure gold! Controlling a salt mine is no less valuable than controlling a gold mine."

"But the Originium Industry changed all that..."

"On the tracks of mobile cities, cheap white salt flows around the world."

"The nobles who once won power and status through this white gold have been crushed one by one by the tracks of the mobile city, and their territories have become dumping markets..."

"Even in Kazdel, the white salt we use could very well come from Londinium."

Hedley raised his head and looked at the two moons, one big and one small, one bright and one dark.

Mastering such technology and owning such a city is just a matter of returning to the starting line.

Such a city, such a country...

They are all enemies of the Sarkaz.

You can't win by fighting against it.

There may have been a chance once, but now it is too late to win.

Hedley, with the rationality of a historian, recognized the fact: the war between the Tikarz, or the Sarkaz, and other races would inevitably end with the Sarkaz's defeat.

On this crazy road to the end, the best outcome is that the Sarkaz use ancient witchcraft to drag everyone to their grave.

So what?

It seems refreshing and heroic, but in fact it is just a cowardly unwillingness to face the reality - the era of Tikaz has long ended.

It's hard to say whether W acted out of careful consideration or blind rage, but in the end, she was right - even though the Tower of Babel had collapsed once, it was still the only way out for the Sarkaz.

W poked Inès's white leg and whispered, "No one wants to attend the class. Is he autistic?"

Inès poked back in annoyance and whispered, "Probably thinking about your plan."

Hedley chuckled: "Ha! Almost."

The potatoes have been exposed to the cold wind for some time and they no longer emit a delicious aroma. After losing temperature, their soft texture has become sticky and astringent.

Hedley stuffed it into his mouth and said, "Even the salt potatoes need to be eaten quickly."

When stationed outside the city, even salt potatoes have to be eaten quickly.

What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality. In this way, it will not be very difficult to revolt.

Chapter 20: Feline Paws

"How about it?"

Ott asked softly.

Yaye was using the freshly taken images to assess Otto's physical condition.

"There's no dislocation. With the stimulation of medical magic, it will soon heal to the point where it won't interfere with speech."

Yaye looked at Otto who was almost being embraced by the ghost shark, and tried hard not to laugh out loud.

And from the headset came an electronic voice: "Laugh if you want to."

"Pfft."

The act of forcibly disconnecting the link by withdrawing the accessory did not cause any harm to the Ghost Shark.

However, she felt very uneasy about the "master" suddenly going offline...

Driven by this mood, the nun almost rushed out of the bathroom.

Fortunately, Ott immediately realized from the pressure change that Ghost Shark was now abnormally dependent on him. He immediately equipped the Daylight Ring back on Ghost Shark and tried his best to comfort her.

What would happen otherwise? It's hard to say.

Even so, after the bath, Ghost Shark was afraid that Otto would run away, so he kept following closely, even to the point of doing this now: hugging him forcibly.

Otto rolled his eyes: The experimental results show that if it is not in combat, it is better not to use the proxy protocol on the ghost shark and take over her body.

The control experience is very smooth in combat, but in daily life... I can only say that religious fanatics are too hard to understand! Now I am also stressed!

After re-establishing the spiritual connection through the Daylight Ring, Otto did not use the proxy protocol to take over the ghost shark's body without knowing the good or the bad. He adopted the most effective method for the nun - giving direct orders.

As expected, the efficiency is much higher now.

The ghost shark obediently submitted to Yaye's manipulation and quickly finished the bath in about ten minutes.