People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

"My dear Qi Yan, you look a little tired."

Helag looked at Qi Yan and took out a candy from his pocket: "Eat some sweets, maybe it can help you."

"Thank you, General, but I'm going to take a nap. Eating sweets will ruin my teeth."

Qi Yan took the candy and put it in his pocket.

Helag smiled, but he didn't have the physique to argue with Qi Yan about whether he really had the trouble of having bad teeth.

As if by magic, he pulled out a folded sheet from his pocket:

"Excuse me for being so presumptuous. I have been staying on Rhodes Island for a while, but I am still in contact with my subordinates. I just received information related to the city of Che.

Maybe something here can be helpful to Rhode Island."

"General, you are too polite. You are only here to accompany your daughter. We in Rhodes Island will not restrict your personal freedom."

Qi Yan took the list, shook his head, and looked down.

An exquisite and detailed hand-drawn structure map of the core city came into Qi Yan's sight.

Qi Yan: "..."

Although it was a bit inappropriate, he felt that his young heart had suffered a devastating blow.

"Thank you, General. At least you made me understand that I am definitely not suitable to be a vanguard operator." Qi Yan thanked him softly.

Hellagur:?

He realized that there was a generation gap between him and today's young people again.

However, this did not affect Herag. His state of mind had long been calm over the years.

"Speaking of career branch choices, I think my friend Qi Yan can consider the guards and warlocks. Your physique and Originium skills are both very strong."

At this moment, Hellagur recalled the Longmen combat video sent by his men. Qi Yan's skill in controlling the blood Originium made him couldn't help but sigh at Qi Yan's strength again.

But after hearing Herag's suggestion, Qi Yan's tired eyes suddenly widened:

"General, even if I respect you very much, I will still be angry if you call me a sorcerer in such a vicious way!"

Hellagur: ? ?

Generation gap, it must be a generation gap problem.

Herag encouraged himself in his heart, regained his composure, and smiled apologetically:

“I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry.

But judging from what Qi Yan said, are you planning to choose the Guard profession?"

"Jinwei, you are so stupid, I won't go." Qi Yan curled his lips.

Herag's hand, which had just reached into his pocket, suddenly froze.

After a moment, he put his hand down expressionlessly.

Well, don’t tell little friend Qi Yan these days that he has officially joined Rhodes Island.

After taking two unnoticeable breaths, Hellagur regrouped and asked directly:

"Then, my friend Qi Yan, please tell me what career branch you are interested in, so as to satisfy the curiosity of an old man like me."

Qi Yan scratched his head and said seriously:

"Special Forces, there is a sub-branch called Executioners, whose characteristic is super mobility, which people usually jokingly call rapid resurrection.

I feel like this is a profession tailor-made for me. No matter how fast other executioners are, it still takes about 20 seconds. Even if I am killed on the spot, I can be resurrected within three seconds!"

Hellagur: ???

This time, he had indeed heard of the nickname "quick resurrection".

But is there some difference between the rapid resurrection that Qi Yan understands and the rapid resurrection that other people talk about?

Herag hesitated for a moment and felt that if he wanted to get closer to the young man, it would be better to find someone else.

He reached into his pocket and a delicate handmade sachet appeared in his palm:

"I see that young friend Qi Yan is indeed a little tired. This is something I got from a lady in the greenhouse in Rhodes Island. It has the effect of calming the mind and promoting sleep. I hope it can help you."

Qi Yan took the sachet, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked:

"General, is your pocket a dimensional space?"

Hellagur: ????

This time, without waiting for Herag to react, Qi Yan waved his hand and said self-deprecatingly:

"It may be the generation gap caused by age. We young people don't like to put too much stuff in our pockets. Anyway, thank you very much, General."

After saying that, he waved his hand, took the things he had obtained from Herag, and walked away.

Herag stood there, holding his pocket, with a dazed look on his face:

"I see. I'll correct myself next time. I can't let young people hate an old man like me."

He smiled and was about to turn around and leave when he ran into Huafalin who was humming a little tune and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Good morning, Ms. Warfarin." Herag greeted politely.

Hua Falin paused, forcibly stopped the urge to perform, and smiled:

"Hello, General. I just saw you and Qi Yan seemed to be having a very happy chat. It's rare to see someone who can chat with Qi Yan."

Helag smiled bitterly: "It's mainly because young friend Qi Yan cooperates with me. There is too much generation gap between me and you young people."

The young man's words made Huafalin very happy.

She tried her best to control the corners of her mouth that were about to get out of control, and giggled:

"General, you are really good at talking, but the generation gap between you and Qi Yan is not just about age."

"what is that?"

“It’s the generation gap between humans and dogs.”

Hellagur: ?????

Hellagur left and returned to his dorm.

He didn't know how he made it all the way back. He was a little dazed the whole time. He just felt that his state of mind, which had been smoothed by time over the years, was showing signs of collapse.

On the other side, Qi Yan dragged his body as if filled with lead back to his dormitory.

He casually took a picture of the core city structure map with his terminal, sent it to Kal'tsit, and then dived into his quilt.

With the faint scent of flowers wafting in his nose, he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the sky outside was already bright with golden morning light again.

"Well, did you sleep straight through until the next day?"

Qi Yan scratched his head and picked up the terminal to check the time.

As a result, he didn't notice the time. The moment he opened the terminal, dozens of text messages sent by Kal'tsit filled the terminal screen.

"This land..."

"I don't read riddles."

Qi Yan decisively crossed out the first one.

"I don't know your condition..."

"Pass!"

"How dare you not reply to my message..."

"delete!"

After deleting several sentences one after another, Qi Yan finally refined only two sentences.

'You and your photography skills make me laugh!'

'The contents of the core city are very important, take a new photo for me immediately!'

"Isn't this good at typing?"

Qi Yan opened the photo album on the terminal, and then he realized that he had only taken a picture of the title and a small part of the structure diagram in a daze.

He carefully found the right angle, fiddled with it for a long time, and then slowly put down the terminal.

“So, why didn’t I just go to her office with the schematics instead of using this crappy terminal to take photos?

This way, I can avoid my photography skills... I'm so smart! "

Qi Yan washed his face casually, then walked out of the dormitory with the structural diagram in his pocket.

Not long after he walked out, he felt the Rhodes Island ship under his feet vibrate slightly.

At the same time, Amiya's pleasant voice came from the loudspeaker in the corridor.

"Rhodes Island is about to leave Longmen. Operators, please do not stay on the deck or bridge. It is expected to enter a stable driving state in ten minutes... Oops, the doctor is still on the bridge!"