My Magic Has No Attack Power

After listening to Sharon's explanation of the structure of the empire's military power, Xiang En looked at Simon again and said, Okay, then tell me if there is any food in Ritana, how are the residents living in it, and how many extraordinary masters are there?

Eh... good, good!

Simon saw sweat on his forehead, and his expression was bitter and a bit timid. His bent waist was even more bent now, and his heart was extremely disturbed.

He seemed to have heard the man next to him say We, the First Legion, so...they broke into not some simple place, but the stronghold of the Austin Empire's First Legion?

I'll be good!

The First Legion is the foundation for the empire to achieve nuclear stability. How can I meet people from the First Legion? If they are performing some secret mission, wouldn't they be silenced?

Thinking of this, Simon's expression became even more humble, In the city... now, there seems to be not much food. Each person can only get one piece of food a day, which is only enough for two meals. Originally, we could still eat a little jerky every once in a while, but there was no more jerky a few months ago.

After listening for a while, Xiang En frowned and interrupted: How are ordinary people doing?

He didn't want to hear the stories of professionals. No matter how bad every professional was, he was a cannon fodder capable of resisting lightning. They would definitely survive.

What can best reflect the state of the place should be the local residents at the bottom.

Ordinary people... Seeing that Xiang En frowned suddenly, Simon immediately broke out in cold sweat.

The people around seemed to listen to him. Isn't Xiang En a small cadre in the First Army Corps? If he is unhappy, he won't kill himself, right?

Fear is fear, and the words still have to go on.

Ordinary people are also a piece of food every day, but they only have noodles. If they want to eat enough, they have to go to the management center to find a job. Many jobs that no one does will be handed over to them...

Simon explained in detail that most ordinary people with skills are kept low-maintenance, and those without skills go to the management center of Luta City to find a job, serve nobles or powerful professionals, and do some chores.

Although Simon's description can be heard to be beautified, at least ordinary people can still live, which means that the law tower city still maintains order, and it also means that the leader of the tower city and the upper echelons of the Austin Empire are really well prepared.

As for the last question, Simon and the other two couldn't tell the exact number of how many extraordinary masters there are in Luta City, and they probably really don't know.

After asking what they wanted to know, out of the principle of fair trade, the three of Simon provided information, and then Xiang En provided the three with some food and left them to make do with the night in the cowshed.

He planned to let these three people continue to do the task tomorrow, give them a handy weapon, and add five days of rations.

After listening to the story, Xiang En left everyone alone and went back to the newly built stone house to tease his daughter.

Andrea returned home with a satisfied expression after cooking a few extra bowls of meat.

Compared with the big villas in the past, she likes the small detached houses that are compact and full of warm atmosphere. The main reason is that the detached houses designed by Xiang En have a good sound insulation effect, which is only a little worse than the special sound insulation magic.

Haus Noel and the others were thrown to Markey for arrangement. There were six people, four men and two women. Only Jin was placed in a vacant staff dormitory under Xiang En's explanation, and the others had to live in the basement.

Even so, they are already very satisfied.

In the burrow full of earthy and excrement smells, their spirits are like fishermen who are always sitting on an old fishing boat in the center of a storm. They don't know when they will turn upside down and be submerged in the dark deep sea.

The silence of the night.

In the three-story detached house of the manor, Xiang En and Andrea walked out of the second bedroom, washed up in the bathroom and returned to the master bedroom.

The newly born baby fell asleep soundly on a small bed made of vines, and the quality of sleep was enviable.

A baby's skin is wrinkled but still lovable.

Andrea squatted on the side of the crib, looking at the sleeping baby eagerly. In addition to the aftertaste after exercise, there was also love for the baby in her eyes, because this little life was the crystallization of love between the two.

I feel so unreal...

What's the matter? Xiang En, who was lying on the bed, heard this, propped up his upper body, and looked at Andrea weakly.

Didn't you keep shouting happily just now, why did you suddenly say something untrue?

His current weakness is real, without any moisture.

Andrea continued to caress the baby with her pale fingers, showing a moving smile, and said, I just remembered what happened in the tavern a few years ago. At that time, I was drinking alone, and then you suddenly appeared! Then... Then the baby was born suddenly, hehe!

Xiang En smiled dumbly, and lay back on the bed with a peaceful expression.

If it is untrue, he still has the right to speak!

But those are all in the past tense, and the memory of some small things is not clear now. The things in the academy and after leaving the academy, the things that are focused on how to live are remembered more clearly.

Now he is really happy...

Although there are no electronic entertainment products, every day will not be boring, and there are various things to do.

Farming is very happy, reprimanding Machi and the others are also very happy, and it is even happier to be with someone you like!

Xiang En couldn't help showing a haggard smile on his face, he emptied his mind, let himself enter a state of meditation, recovered the exhaustion accumulated throughout the day, and planned to reward himself tomorrow.

On the side of the crib, Andrea was still quietly teasing the baby, touching here, poking there, having fun.

There was only one oil lamp that provided dim lighting in the room, and the only sounds were Andrea's whispering laughter and the faint breathing of the three of them. It was dim and quiet.

It's just that this tranquility was interrupted by the baby's cry at the next moment.

Wow! The baby teased by Andrea suddenly opened his mouth and let out a shrill cry.

The crying was annoying, and the sound even passed through the house and spread outside.

Fortunately, the fence of the manor was raised, and the sound was intercepted by the fence and could not easily be transmitted outside the manor, otherwise it might attract zombies.

Hey...

After shaking her head in embarrassment, Andrea stretched out her hand, and hugged the baby in her arms to comfort him in the way Professor Xiang En did.

After comforting her for a while, it didn't work, and Andrea sat on the bed, opened her skirt to breastfeed.

The baby stopped after a few sips and continued to cry there.

Eh? The baby won't drink milk, what should I do?

Andrea was at a loss what to do, she cast her eyes for help to Xiang En who was half dead on the bed.

Xiang En glanced at the placket that was not pulled up, and then the baby wrapped in fur, See if Hela wets the bed?

Andrea was enlightened, put the baby on the bed, lifted the fur and reached out to touch it, showing a puzzled expression, No, why is Hela crying?

Now Xiang En could only get up and observe the baby's condition closely.

Boom, boom, boom...

Standing on the wooden floor, the two suddenly felt a slight vibration from all around them.

For the time being, I will resume my state.

After writing the outline of a large section of the plot, I am quite satisfied with it, but the code words are not in the state.

I was able to update twice yesterday because most of the content was written down when I had a cold.

After resting for a long time, when I start writing again, I always feel that I can’t grasp the measurement, and my grasp of the words decreases.