When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

Just when he walked to the gate of the station and was about to bathe in the sun's rays, Yong Ye found a pulling force coming from his cuff.

"...what?"

Looking back, Wuming was clutching at his sleeve, staring at him expectantly for some reason.

"Tomorrow is the eighth, and this month is July, which means... today is July 7th."

"so?"

"July 7th is Qixi Festival."

"...What's wrong with this?"

"Hey? Don't you know?! Even I know about it? The Tanabata event, although Loach told me in the morning..."

"...You know what you know, but what does Qixi have to do with me?"

The inexplicable remarks made Yong Ye very puzzled. Although he didn't know what the Qixi Festival was, what did this Qixi Festival have to do with him?

It's better to say that at this time, everyone is on the way to escape, Wuming is a child, but there are still people who care about the festival and even tell Wuming specifically, which surprised him.

However... Wuming's thoughts seem to be different from his, and he looks expectant, as if he is very interested in this Qixi Festival.

Sure enough, still a child?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but patted Wuming's head gently and laughed softly.

"Although I don't know what the Qixi Festival is for, just say what you want to do. I can promise you something that is not too much. If you want money to buy something, I have a lot."

"You really don't know? What about the Qixi Festival?"

"Do I need to lie to people like this?"

"Okay... Actually, the Qixi Festival~ is to write wishes and poems on colorful strips of poems, and then tie the written poems to the bamboo branches, so that I will get my wish."

Wuming put his hands behind his back, excitedly and with a strong smile, telling what she knew from the loach about the Qixi Festival.

However... on the contrary, Yong Ye still looked like he was lacking in interest.

Maybe this is the difference between men and women. Men generally think rationally, while women generally tend to be more emotional. Of course... This also has something to do with being anonymous or being a child?

"It always feels ordinary, and then what? What are you trying to do by holding me back?"

"I heard that the purchase money is not enough, so ~ don't you have half a sack of gold coins? Can you give me one... No, you can also lend me one! I will pay you back when I have money!"

Well... listening to Wuming say that, he knows why this child is like this.

The feeling was that Wuming saw the treasures he plundered from the lord's warehouse in the castle tower of the fortress named Yadaiyi before.

However, there is no way to do this. After all, Wuming has always been with him, and even now lives with him in the second carriage. It is normal to find that he is not very concealed and just put the sack under the bed.

"You don't have to be so ostentatious, isn't it just a few gold coins? I'll send it to you directly."

He doesn't care about money, or in this world, Yong Ye, who doesn't care about money at all, shook his head in disapproval of Wuming's statement of repaying the money, and took out a few gold coins from his pocket and put them in. in the hands of nameless.

Chapter 53: Injuries Caused by Young Children

"Well... I don't have much on me, I'll keep some myself, if it's not enough..."

"No, no, one is fine. It's useless for me to hold so many. I'll give you the rest."

"You don't need to pay it back. If you have any extra, you can buy something yourself. I have a lot of gold coins, and I don't think most people can use them up in a few lifetimes."

Wuming only took one, and planned to return the rest to Yongye, but Yongye refused directly.

Because it is impossible for a lord to have less money, the purchasing power of these gold coins is very high, and the looting of a lord's property is basically enough to go to Kabukicho every day to exchange one every day, as long as you don't gamble and squander it for a few lifetimes.

"That... Lord Yongye, the Dada iron needed for jet bombs is gone. Without this, the samurai would have no way to deal with Kabane unless he fought in close quarters."

When Yong Ye was talking to Wuming, a steam craftsman with golden goggles on his face and a golden curled hair was obviously a foreigner. Under the instigation of others, facing Yong Ye was like facing a beast that devoured people. , Leaning on thin ice, he stepped forward and inserted himself into the conversation.

"You look for her for this kind of thing, don't look for me."

To this look of fear, Yong Ye, who had already turned a blind eye to this, just coldly stretched out his hand and pointed to Sifang Chuanpu.

The steam craftsman followed his hand and looked at Sifang Chuanchangpu, but Sifang Chuanchangpu was very embarrassed and looked at Yongye again, hesitated for a moment, and became as cautious as the steam craftsman just now. asked him as if to confirm.

"The material of the jet bomb is very important for the samurai to protect the Iron City. I believe that Kabane is our common enemy, so ... can we buy some?"

"It doesn't matter, just buy it if you need it."

Regarding the material of the jet bomb, he also knew the concerns of Sifang Chuanchangpu, and Sifang Chuanchangpu was worried that he would be afraid of the warrior's increase in combat power.

But in fact, whether it's a buckshot or a jet bullet, it's the same for Yongye. If it hits, it won't hurt, and if it hits, it will die if it's bad luck, so he doesn't care at all.

"Really?"

"Don't worry, I don't care about this. Buy the money if you need it. If you don't have enough money, you can tell me. If there is nothing important, you can make your own decisions."

He waved his hand casually, because he knew very well that there was no one who wanted him to be here except for Wuming, who was chatting with women in the distance, so Yong Ye left everyone alone and walked out of the station. The shadow walked out and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

...

It's not a pleasant thing to be with a group of people who fear or even hate themselves. If it's not necessary, Yongye doesn't want to stay with them. I believe that the people on the armored city think the same way. As far away from the eternal night.

This fortress surrounded by high walls is quite large, at least the walls are very large.

There are mountains and rivers inside, and there are a lot of fields near the city wall. There are relatively complete military equipment on the edge of the outermost city wall. To be more precise, it should be... defense equipment, and there are many warriors. stand guard.

Now think about it, if you can, if you can't live here, maybe it's a good choice unexpectedly? Anyway, if it was just him, there would be no problem no matter where he was.

"Well... I just don't know how long it can last here. If it ends in two days and starts to flee again, wouldn't it be worse than not having the Iron City?"

While thinking about it, Yong Ye shook his head and denied the idea that he had just appeared, and left the station that was similar to the city wall with many warriors on guard.

The most central area of ​​the fortress is where the mountain city is located. It is the granary for storing grain and the place where the big people live here. It belongs to the area protected by heavy troops.

The outer circle close to the center is the living area of ​​civilians, and Yongye is here now.

There are many shops in the commercial street in this civilian area, like the fortress that was captured by Kabane before. The stalls are filled with all kinds of fruits and vegetables, condiments, fabrics, basic daily necessities, etc. This kind of commodity, meat is also not seen, there is a small amount of salted fish, and the staple food is not sold here.

The difference between this place and the empty street before is that it has changed from free to paid because of the existence of people.

Of course, robbery is another matter.

In the bustling crowd, the shop owner kept shouting loudly to the pedestrians on the street, trying to attract customers, hoping to attract customers to come.

Older women and merchants bargained for fresh fruits and vegetables, or for the right cloth to go home to make clothes for their husbands and children.