Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

The next day, at about 10 a.m., the five people except the moose boss and the newcomer Fran gathered for lunch.

"The taste is a little bland, but it feels good to eat such food in such a place." Fran ate the hot oatmeal porridge with a wooden spoon, feeling good.

After a night's rest, he was relieved from his nervous and tired heart. In fact, not only was Su Lagui wary of him, but Fran was also wary, fearing that several people would kill him while he was asleep and take away the necklace nameplate.

This is a land without a country or law, and you need to judge your own reputation.

Fortunately, after a night of fighting together and a good rest, the two sides reluctantly established the first trust.

The reason why Tilan and Ores were not suspected by Su La was that they were too special. In their opinion, the appearance and clothing of these two people were definitely not specially for cheating in such a remote place.

While Fran was sighing about the good food, Orlesi, who was beside Tilan, was also observing Fran. After all, there were only a few people in the settlement, and she was naturally curious about a new face that suddenly came today.

"Silver-gray hair." Orlesi whispered in the girl's ear, but this voice was basically heard by everyone else in the room, because Orlesi didn't have the habit of doing things quietly.

"Yes, what's wrong." Tilan blew the oatmeal on the spoon and ate it in small bites. She still liked to eat it when it was a little cooler.

"Familiar." Orlesi seemed to feel something, but still couldn't remember the past.

Maybe she had seen a lot of people with silver-gray hair before. There are quite a lot of people with silver hair and ice-blue hair among ice elves, Tilan thought.

"Oh, where has this lady seen someone with the same silver-gray hair color before?" Fran couldn't help asking.

"She should have seen it in the past, but she was injured recently and can't remember many things." Tilan had to explain.

"Is that so..." Fran looked up and down at Orlesi, and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

Although Sura and Guy were still somewhat wary, they did not show it obviously at this moment. They just changed the topic. Later, Guy said that he would take Fran to familiarize himself with the environment and where he could go and where he could not go.

Compared with Tilan and Orles, who were free to move and had almost no restrictions, this one was subject to more restrictions. For example, he could not enter the deep cave, nor the fenced fields on one side of the col. He could only move around in the rooms of the shallow cave and the open space in the col.

Fran had no complaints about this. In this land, such a request was considered polite.

In the afternoon, Fran leaned against the mountain wall to watch the scenery and rest, while Tilan and Orles were taken to the fields in the col by Sura.

"This place was opened up by the boss, and it is also the most important source of life for our settlement." She walked in the half-ripened wheat field. The lush wheat seedlings were half a person tall and growing well. They were particularly special in this desert-like grassland.

"Huh, the scent of this green grass makes me feel refreshed. Sometimes I even pick some grass leaves and put them in my mouth to refresh myself." Sura was in a good mood.

"You don't know how precious this piece of land is, especially in this place." She turned around and looked at Tilan.

"In order to maintain it, the boss has to dig fresh and safe soil from the depths of the cave every once in a while for cultivation. Otherwise, if the old soil is used all the time, it will soon degenerate into the same environment as the outside world."

"However, it was also because of it that the boss didn't have time to come back that day." Sura said this, feeling a little depressed. He pulled off a wheat seedling with his fingers and held it in his hand.

"Many people died, including Grandma Moroli who sewed clothes for me, Little Ero and Little Pi Dan who kept around me, Tedley who was very handsome and powerful with a knife, and Nan Guo who joined the settlement very early. I guaranteed him the day he joined, and gave him a bottle of canned apples from my collection..." Sura's stable mood that has been maintained these days is a little collapsed at this moment. Perhaps he remembered a lot of past events while talking.

Tilan listened quietly, occasionally comforting her, but more often just listening, and then sat on the stone beside the field, listening to Sura venting her emotions and talking about many people and things in the past.

"If I could have gone back earlier that day to inform everyone, it would have been great, if I hadn't run so far to find some prey." She blamed herself, although the rest of the people didn't blame her.

"Things are hard to predict..." Tilan shook her head and sighed slightly, touching Orlesi who was lying in her arms. Although she had many puzzles at the moment, she could still feel the difference in the emotional atmosphere and didn't interrupt.

After a while, probably because the emotions accumulated in these days were vented, Sura slowly recovered and became a little embarrassed again.

"What I said just now, uh, is very sad, but I am still very strong, and there is no need to worry too much. I am an iron-core species, and I have always been a person with a will as strong as steel."

"Even the will has to be aligned with steel?" The girl was curious whether this was Sura's own saying or the doctrine originally believed in by their race.

"Of course." She patted her chest as she said.

"I almost forgot why I asked you to come here today." Then he stood up.

"In the next few days, I'll trouble you and Orles to water the wheat, but not too much, just don't let it wither. I'll show you the exact amount later."

"Okay." Tilan nodded. It was simple for her.

"Ahaha, sorry to bother you all the time, but our settlement is too short-handed now, and it mainly depends on Guy and I to keep it running, and we are too busy to handle many things." She touched her head as she spoke.

In the next three days, life was spent in a dull and orderly manner. Tilan and Ores would help with some simple chores in the settlement, and Fran was also taken by Guy to move and arrange some things. Yesterday, they also cut down a few trees from the wilderness to solve the problem of firewood and reinforce the defense line.

"Your settlement is too short-handed." Fran couldn't help but complain in the end, thinking that Sura and Guy's words were simply treating him like a fool.

"This is a border area, there is not much food, and there are so few people." Sura put his hands on his waist and refuted.

"Okay, okay, you are a hardcore person, and you want to be strong all your life." Fran was too lazy to care about these things. Although it was a complaint, in fact, after staying for two days, his body did recover better and he was in a good mood.

"By the way, what are you going to do with that mechanical armadillo?" He suddenly asked about the war machine that Sura dragged back that day.

"Of course, we will check the parts and accessories inside to exchange for money and things." Sura replied.

"Well, I mean, I know these things well, and maybe I can help you analyze and check them, especially the two built-in barrels of the armadillo."

"You?" Sura expressed doubt, but did not refuse.

"Okay, you can just watch while I dismantle it."

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the few people in the settlement gathered in the open space to dismantle the war machine, and Tilan and Orles watched from the side.

Sura was seen prying the outer shell of the machine with tools slightly skilled, then removing the armor step by step, and then slowly unraveling the internal structure with a screwdriver and a wrench.

"This is the power system. If it is modified, it can probably become a small motor and sell at a high price." She took out part of it and brought it out separately.

"It seems that you are very skilled." Fran also expressed his approval at this time.

"Hmph, I have been in contact with these machines since I was a child, so there is no room for your guidance." Sura said that she followed her parents to disassemble and assemble these mechanical parts when she was a child, and she was particularly clear about the value of each component. In the previous battle, she also shot the fragile abdomen of the mantis, causing it to leak oil and explode.

Then Sura continued to disassemble and took out the core component, which was similar to a sphere and was the brain of the mechanical body.

"This thing should be the most precious, but unfortunately we can't use it. We can only melt it as scrap iron." She threw the sphere aside with a little regret. There were still many line interfaces on it.

"Silver-gray boy, what about you? Didn't you say you know a lot just now? Do you have any insights on this?" Sura pointed to the AI ​​core she threw out.

"My teacher probably knows a little bit, but I don't care. This thing is a masterpiece of the Mechanical Council, and it is particularly troublesome to crack it." He also shook his head.

"Then I guess there will be nothing for you later." Sura said, taking off the last key item, which is the two gun barrels built into the mechanical body.

"There aren't many bullets left. I guess they were almost used up before." Sura was a little disappointed when he opened the bullet box.

"Making bullets is the most time-consuming and troublesome. I used to ask Hula and Feiqi to help me. Now they are gone, so I have to do it myself." Sura said and thought of his former companions.

"What do you mean they are gone?" Fran asked a key question at this time.

"I mean, they went on a long journey and won't be back for a while." Sura answered calmly. Fran was too lazy to expose this answer.

After another three days, not only did Fran's body slowly recover, but Tilan also felt that her condition was much better. Now she can probably exert the full strength of Sequence 5. If it is Sequence 6, it will take some time.

"Orles, do you still remember this formula?" During the rest time, Tilan took Orles to walk on the mountain wall and blow the wind, and then used a tree branch to draw letters and numbers on the ground.

"I don't remember." Although Orles tried hard to open her eyes and think, she still couldn't get the memory out of her mind.

"It's okay. Do you know how to make this happen?" Tilan opened her hands in front of her. A small ice flower sprouted in her palm, then grew, gradually grew taller, and then took out leaves, and then bloomed beautiful and thin ice flakes. The whole process was lifelike, as if it were a real plant.

"Beautiful, I'll try." Ores' eyes were a little envious, and then she opened her hands and began to imitate and try.

At first, only ice flakes spread everywhere, but as she tried slowly, beautiful ice flowers gradually bloomed. Of course, in terms of fineness and the degree of lifelikeness, they were not as good as the one in Tilan's hand.

"It can only be like this." Ores looked at Tilan a little nervously, afraid that Tilan would despise her for being stupid.

"Ores is very powerful~" The girl noticed the other party's mood, touched Ores, and encouraged her, which made the ice elf girl happy soon.

It's so easy to coax her. Tilan couldn't help thinking that if it was the old Orles, she would probably pretend to be sad and ask her for a lot of compensation and benefits, such as going out with her and going on vacation.

Seeing that Orles didn't remember the formula, but she knew how to use it instinctively, Tilan thought about it and put her mind at ease for the time being.

The human brain and soul are very special. Now she lacks medical testing methods, and she doesn't know the specific situation of Orles. She probably has to return to the Federation to find those master-level medical healing experts to confirm the situation.

Some precious spiritual medicines that specialize in healing soul trauma can probably only be obtained after returning to the Federation.

In the following period of time, Tilan asked Orles to try many spells. Orles could use some simple spells directly, but she was powerless for more complicated ones.

This was enough to protect herself, and the girl put aside many worries.

On the evening of the seventh day when Fran came to the settlement, Tilan was cooking dinner with Orles in the kitchen. Hearing some noise and quarrels outside, she asked Orles to stay in the kitchen to continue making steamed buns and came out to see the situation.

"Sura, I really don't allow you to do this this time." Guy refuted Sura with rare righteous words.

"Why? I am sure they didn't lie, and we have the ability to help them, right?" Sura was a little angry.

"Don't you know the current situation? There are few people in the settlement, and there is one temporary resident. Now you bring back five refugees. How can we control them in the future?"

"If there are few people, we should expand the manpower. Aren't you also rescued by us? Why are you unwilling to rescue others this time?"

"The situation is different. At that time, I was..." Guy's momentum was suppressed at this time, and it was difficult for him to strongly object.

"What happened?" Tilan walked out wearing the same linen dress as Orles. There was a lot of flour and white ash on her arms. She had a cloth wrapped around her head to prevent her hair from falling into the food. This outfit was particularly practical, making her originally outstanding appearance look a lot more ordinary.

"When Sura was out, he saw five refugees in the wilderness and brought them back." Guy explained unhappily.

"This..." Tilan didn't know what to say for a while, after all, she and Orles were just temporary guests.

"The current situation is that we have to support five more people, and we are not sure whether they will have any other intentions." Guy jumped down from the stone and explained the situation to Tilan.

"No, they are from the birch tribe in the east. Whether it is race or experience along the way, they match. They are not outsiders who came to this land temporarily."

"It's just that several settlements over there have been fighting recently, and they have no choice, so they fled here." Sura explained.

"They were deserters during the war. How can such people be trusted?" It can't be seen that Guy still has some iron blood.

"One of them has a child and two underage girls. They are also for their families." Sura argued again.

The two quarreled again. Finally, Sura called everyone over and persuaded Guy to let them have a meal before leaving.

At night, more than a single digit of people gathered around the bonfire in the settlement for the first time. Compared with the quiet and lonely atmosphere before, it was suddenly much more lively.

An 8-year-old child and two girls around 13 years old were happily playing around the bonfire. Guy talked with the man in the lead, and Sura and the older woman were boiling water to give the children a good bath.

The firewood was crackling and burning, and the few people who had just finished a sumptuous dinner were talking.

"Is that called 'mantou'? This is the most delicious food I have ever eaten." One of the gray girls stood in front of Tilan and looked up at her, her black eyes were particularly smart.

"Yes, this is the way it is made in my hometown." Tilan still had a cloth wrapped around her head, and she was still cleaning up the kitchen utensils with Orles.

Without the convenient tools of modern society, I found that cooking is a very troublesome thing. From the initial processing of ingredients, lighting fires, boiling water, to the later distribution of food, and the cleaning and draining of kitchen utensils, 2-3 hours passed unknowingly.

When she was talking to the little girl, Orles was sitting by the basin and brushing the newly made cage with a brush, but from her appearance, it seemed that she was doing the process as something fresh and fun, and her speed was not fast.

In order to avoid Orles from being too conspicuous, Tilan also covered her beautiful silver hair with a headscarf.

"Ahahaha~" The youngest child was holding a branch that had not yet burned out and running around the campfire, followed by his sister who was also young.

Originally, this was nothing, but because he always looked back and didn't look ahead, he was about to bump into Orles by the basin, so Tilan had to turn around and stop him in front of him, gently pressing his shoulders with both hands to stop him temporarily.

"Remember to watch the road." Then she let go of her hand and let the boy, who was still a little confused, hold the stick and return to his sister.

"Sorry." The girl who had been talking to Tilan a while ago came over and apologized to the girl. Among the three children, she was the older and more sensible one.

"It's okay." The girl didn't care about these things, but returned to Orlesi and sat with her on the side of the fire to wash the remaining kitchen utensils.

Near the fire, Guy was talking to the man. The other person had dark gray skin and charred hair, talking about the journey.

"The enemy settlement that was originally on par with us suddenly had a batch of powerful firearms. In the competition for water sources, they killed the powerful warriors in our settlement. Seeing that the settlement was about to be captured and occupied, I just led people to escape." He explained so, and turned over his arm to reveal the gunshot wound on one side.

After carefully looking at the wound and the wound surface, Guy was sure that it was true, and his previous doubts also dissipated a part.

"Where did the enemy's firearms come from? Are they very powerful?"

"They are powerful, more powerful than common guns, with a fast firing speed and a large number of them." He gestured and described in a muffled voice.

"Is that so..." Guy fell into thought and began to worry about the future of the settlement.

On the other side, Sura and an auntie were sitting by the campfire. The other one was holding the flames, and she was bathing the youngest child. The water in the basin splashed everywhere. She would occasionally coax the child to be quiet, but she was reluctant to hit him. It seemed that this boy was her favorite child.

"That one is her sister. The other one is my sister's daughter, but she is no longer alive, so she belongs to me." The auntie talked about the situation of the three children.

"Is my sister's child the oldest?" Sura asked curiously.

"Yes, she gave birth to a child earlier than me, and I don't know who she gave birth to." The other shook her head and stopped explaining.

Many settlements do not have stable marriages, especially those relatively primitive tribes.

The five refugees are all from the birch tribe. Their skin is dark gray and blue, and their hair is black and curly. They are said to be "blue-skinned". Although they have no special skills, they are relatively strong and can adapt to this polluted land. Even if they occasionally eat polluted food, they will not be in trouble. This gives them more food choices, so they can form a larger tribe.

"The tribe originally had hundreds of people, and now I don't know how many are left." Among the five people, the leading man spoke clearly, but the wife was more vague about some concepts, and her speech was often out of tune. It took a while before she could get to the point and the part that the other party wanted to know.

After talking with her for a while, Sura, who felt a little tired, simply gave up. On the other hand, Fran sat in the distance and chatted with Marula tonight. The two of them slept in the same bedroom every day, and their relationship became familiar.

"Suddenly there are so many more firearms. It seems that after I recover from my injury, I have to go over there to see the situation. Maybe I will get a valuable report." Fran rested his head on his hands and leaned on the stone.

"Are those firearms difficult to produce?" Marula was curious.

"Aha, it's not difficult to say it's difficult. In terms of technology, the girls in your settlement can also do it, but such large-scale production is completely different. There should be mature production lines and raw materials. This is not a simple matter." Fran opened the diary in his arms and began to sketch and calculate.

"From the refining of iron ore, the construction of blast furnaces, the casting of steel pipes, the processing of rifling, and the polishing of many accessories, these are not things that can be solved manually. The use of some lathes consumes a lot of electricity, and how to generate electricity is another big problem."

"If there is a base that can completely solve these problems, then they probably have the foundation to establish order on this land. I'm talking about the emergence of a prototype of a country."

"After all, powerful extraordinary people are a minority, and most of them are still mortals. As long as it's a bullet, they can be killed and pose a huge threat."

"After all, we have lost the sun, and we can only find a way out on this land." As he said, he stretched out his hand and looked at the starry sky above his head.

"I really want to leave this planet and take a look outside. If those historical legends are true, I wonder which suns are ruling and shining in the Milky Way now."