Doomsday Bandits and Tramps

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"At the beginning, the laboratory was handed over to us. Once you left, I was the only one to support the laboratory, study strange beasts, improve the facilities in the city, and maintain military equipment. Behind me was a group of researchers waiting to be fed, and I was in charge of this flashy Constant temperature water tank..."

Dr. Franz was a little excited. He took a sip of wine and calmed down a bit: "Kafka, you should know how much time and experience it takes to train a scientist. You can leave as soon as you say, have you considered this fortress city?" safety?"

Kafka sighed, and said slowly: "I'm sorry, you have worked hard these years."

"Hmph, it's free."

Franz took a deep breath, looked at Kafka with some relief, but also with a bit of complexity: "Are you planning to stay this time when you come back, or... forget it, you are used to doing your own thing, whatever you want Well, as long as you forget about it."

Kafka smiled and slightly raised his glass to Franz.

With a cold face, Franz touched him impatiently and drank the wine.

"Hiss, hoo, this wine tastes pretty good."

"Blue Coral," said Franz, "the kind of cocktail you can only drink at the Coral House."

"Where's your cup?" Kafka asked.

"Bloody Ulva," said Franz.

Holding the wine glass, Kafka laughed uncontrollably: "Such a weird name, you can't think of it, right?"

"I don't have that much time to spare." Franz controlled the mechanical arm to put down his wine glass, ready to leave. "I've said everything I wanted to say, so you can do what you want."

"and many more."

Kafka stopped Franz, but he was not in a hurry to speak, but glanced at Israel beside him.

Israel took two steps back, blocked the two doctors with his body, and distanced himself from the crowd.

Kafka took out something from his inner pocket and put it in Franz's hand: "This, please help me investigate."

Franz looked at the white ball in his hand, and suddenly became very alert: "Where did this come from?"

"Have you seen it?" Kafka asked.

"I checked it once in Conroyto. At that time, there was only holographic data, and I couldn't start. After that, I also checked the data in the city, but I didn't find any clues."

Kafka said: "I got this from Seth. On the night that Albion was exterminated, someone risked his life to bring this thing out."

"Wait a minute," said Franz, "you mean, there are survivors in Albion?"

"Yes," Kafka leaned into Franz's ear in a low voice, "You have seen that survivor, a wanted criminal worth [-] gold bars, and he is now Seth's boyfriend."

There was so much information that Dr. Franz didn't know where to start.

After a short period of calm, he cleared his mind and asked, "I heard from Conroy that the arrest warrant was issued directly by the Council of Elders over the temple tower, and the arrest information was very vague. But I remember that the original investigation report It is written that all 2013 people in the city of Albion were killed, and no one survived..."

There were so many people, the two of them didn't dare to speak too much, they just looked at the center of the crowd in tacit understanding, the four members of the Presbyterian Council.

"I will investigate this matter. As for the survivors of Albion, you'd better let him leave Tinis City as soon as possible. The Elders will look for the survivors from the Temple Tower without telling them. I have a bad feeling."

"Well, you have to be careful," Kafka reminded, "This thing will release electromagnetic waves. Although it is very weak, you still have to be fully prepared."

"understood."

Franz put away the little white ball, had an irrelevant chat with Kafka, and then left the Coral Pavilion while the speakers were giving a toast.

"Doctor, is it all right for Dr. Franz to leave alone?"

"Don't worry, he looks rebellious, but he is actually thoughtful. What we have to do now is to play our role well."

Kafka breathed a sigh of relief, put Franz's wine glass and the one he had finished drinking back on the waiter's tray, and then took another glass of blood-colored Ulva: "It's easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. I'm leaving In 11 years, when I came back, I thought it was returning to my hometown, but I didn’t expect it to be completely different.”

Israel stood behind Kafka, he didn't dare to drink too much, most of the time he just swung his glass in a daze.

Kafka smiled at his appearance, and tapped his head lightly with a corner: "Seeing that you are absent-minded, do you want to go back?"

Israel shook his head, looking listless.

Kafka comforted: "Don't worry, Ismail is fine with them, and you haven't seen her cheerful for a long time, right?"

"I'm not worried about that, I just hate the vibe here."

Israel was holding the wine glass, and the dazzling lights fell on the glass, like countless sparkling pearls scattered in the wine.

"It's the end of the world outside, but it's so extravagant here, I can't tell which side is real and which side is fake."

"Who said no?"

The unruly laughter of the youth came to the ears of the two. Adonis was holding a glass of green cocktail, followed by two children drinking juice and a maid.

"It's so extravagant, so luxurious, it's hard to imagine why this kind of fortress city stacked on top of rot can live for so long."

Kafka nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "The only one who dares to speak so bluntly is a foreign envoy."

"I'm not being sarcastic," Adonis smiled and clinked glasses with Kafka lightly, "This is my sincere compliment."

"I hope that when the four speakers hear the praise from the foreign envoys, they will be as willing as I am to clink glasses with you."

"Hehe, who knows?"

Adonis didn't care, with regret on his mouth, but a smile on his face: "The four speakers should not be willing to condescend and condescend to have a drink with me, a little foreign envoy."

Kafka smiled: "How could it be? The city of Covinion is willing to help the city of Tinis. It's still too late for the speakers to be grateful."

At this time, the two children beside Adonis smiled and spoke.

Baker: "Brother, this grandpa is flattering you."

Bella: "Brother, this grandpa didn't tell the truth."

Kafka and Israel looked at the two children together, and the two children laughed even more happily.

Baker: "Brother, this grandpa is on guard."

Bella: "Brother, this uncle is nervous."

Baker: "They've got something in their hearts."

Bella: "Maybe there are people hiding."

Baker: "Who is hiding?"

Bella: "Maybe a wanted criminal."

Baker: "Maybe there are two hidden."

The two little dolls are bouncing around, you talk to each other, seemingly innocent, but every sentence hits the pain points of the two, especially when Kafka heard the word 'wanted criminal', the look in Kafka's eyes For a moment, Israel's pupils dilated slightly uncontrollably, and this subtle expression change did not escape the eyes of the twins.

Baker: "Brother, we guessed right."

Bella: "Brother, they want to deny it."

Baker: "No, no, my lord can't lie."

Bella: "No, no, you have to swallow a thousand silver needles to lie."

The two little babies were dancing and laughing, their mischievousness was full of threats, as if they were performing a weird fairy tale, but the performance was stopped by the maid in green gauze.

"Baker, Bella, you can't be so rude to grandpa and uncle."

The two children giggled and looked at Kafka with big watery eyes.

Israel took a step forward, half of his body was in front of Kafka, and there was a hint of hostility in his words: "Excuse me, do you come to see the doctor for anything?"

"Oh, we seem to be hated?"

Adonis smiled, declined the wine offered by the waiter, and then said to Kafka: "Don't worry, we just came to say hello. There will be a chance to deal with the doctor in the future, and please take care of the doctor when the time comes." .”

"That's natural."

After speaking, Adonis left, and the maid also left with the two children, who waved at them.

Kafka smiled politely, but his face became extremely serious after they left.

He could say for sure—this person came for Seth and Xiu.

Not far away, a pair of eyes watched everything quietly.

As the night deepened, the darkness slowly merged with the fortress city.

Ismail and Yauana went to rest, Rodin also returned to the room, Seth sat on the roof, holding an empty wine bottle in his hand, looking at the brilliance on the dark water in the distance, the fortress city A place surrounded by light forever.

"Drink some water."

Xiu brought a glass of water and handed it to Seth: "I haven't seen you drink less all night, you should feel thirsty now."

"Thank you."

Seth took the water that Xiu handed over and took a sip.

"Prince has fallen asleep."

Hugh sat beside Seth and took the empty wine bottle from his hand.

"He vomited three times, but you didn't persuade him."

Seth smiled: "Who knew that he didn't improve his drinking capacity at all."

"Do you usually not let him touch alcohol?" Xiu asked.

"You can't be a bandit without drinking," Seth said, "but he's as bad as his brother."

"Carol?"

Seite nodded: "His brother likes to drink. Every time we come back from a mission, we will go to the bar. He only drinks a glass of beer every time. If he is less, he will not enjoy himself, and if he is more, he will get drunk. He has been drinking for many years, and the amount of alcohol has always been like that Fortunately, he doesn't make trouble when he's drunk, so he just sleeps on the table, unlike Prin, who likes to mumble and act rascally when he's drunk, and he's not like some people, who likes to get into other people's arms when he's drunk. "

"how about you?"

Xiu looked at Seth's slightly red eyes: "What do you like to do when you drink too much?"

"I've never been drunk," Seth sighed, looked up at the starry sky, then smiled at Xiu, "Do you think you're a very powerful man?"

"Are you unwilling to get drunk, or dare not get drunk?"

Xiu stretched out his hands and hugged Seth into his arms: "You know, there is only me here, right?"

"......kindness."

Suddenly, Seth hugged Xiu tightly, buried his face in his shoulder, and the warm liquid slowly sank into his chest along his cool skin.

Seth's body was trembling slightly, and a soft sob could be heard faintly.

He cried.

"I'm sorry, Prin, it's Big Brother who's sorry for you..."