Although I have experience in dealing with the elderly, it can be said that I have gone through many battles. Such as the boss before traveling, the teacher when he was a student, relatives at home, or the elders he had personal contact with after coming to the Lost Land. Based on the principle of making things easier for yourself, I try my best to curry favor with these old men so that they can find no faults and then cause some troubles.
There are too many false feelings, so most of the time, someone would rather stay at home and meet those people as little as possible, so there is no need to say something against their will.
And this time I met some old men again. Although from a visual perspective, it was quite novel to see a group of short people with silver-white hair and beards. But at their core, they are still a group of old men. So Lin still pretended to be respectful, but not too flattering.
After greeting all the sitting dwarves, Lin also sat in one of the empty chairs. Jermaine, who was also sitting next to him, whispered to him: "Brother, although they can probably understand what you are saying, I will still help translate so that no one misunderstands the meaning. I will also convey it to them. If you have any questions, just try your best."
"Okay, please ask."
Jermaine muttered to the other dwarves for a while, and then said to Lin with some embarrassment: "Old man, they are asking, why should we trust you?"
"Of course you shouldn't trust me. Why should you trust me? Isn't this strange?"
Lin asked back unceremoniously. But such an answer made it difficult for Jermaine to pass it on. Looking at the aggrieved expression of the dwarf whom he had known for a few days, Lin smiled and continued: "To be honest, there is no basis for trust between you and me. So asking either party to trust the other party is like A gamble. But are you fools who will be easily fooled? Or are you idiots who will believe someone else's casual words? I believe not. Then please listen with your ears, think with your own brains, and Decide whether what I said is correct."
After muttering for a while, Lin's first statement was probably accepted by the dwarves.
The second question Jermaine relayed was: "I heard what you said before and then relayed the description to them. The old men said that you seemed to have really seen similar symptoms. Where did you see it? How do you judge that our condition is the kind of disease you have seen?"
"In my hometown, I have seen that people living in a specific environment will have similar symptoms, and even more serious symptoms will lead to death. And the basis for my judgment is just a rough estimate based on the situation you described. Speculation. Of course I cannot guarantee whether it is correct. But if you want to know the further situation, the person you have to rely on is her─" Lin pointed to the lich behind him who was waving his hands and smiling, "── , only Fen can detect the damage at the genetic level for you. I can't do this."
All the dwarves glanced at the tall man sitting at the back, and there was absolutely nothing to tell from his beautiful appearance. So I decided to put aside this question for the time being and continue to ask someone. After muttering for a while, Jermaine forwarded the message and asked, "Where is your hometown?"
"My hometown is far, far away. But I think you don't need to ask more about this. Because what you should care about is not whether I am beautiful or ugly, where I live, or who my parents are. Still. Say you feel you have to conduct a net worth investigation on me before you are willing to consider your own situation."
After Jermaine truthfully conveyed this sentence, he represented the other milder dwarves and asked the question that everyone wanted to know: "Do you know of any healing methods?"
"It's a pity. As far as I know, such damage is irreversible. But this is the human condition; just from your description, this situation may have been going on for a long time. And what I mean is very long, maybe It is hundreds of years, or even thousands of years. But your situation is still a condition that needs to be observed, not the terminal symptoms that I have seen. So more in-depth examinations must be done before accurate suggestions can be given."
Considering that Fen once commented that Silverbeard dwarves are very durable, perhaps their body mechanism has a resilience beyond that of humans, which is why they have been able to withstand radiation damage to this day. So is it possible to recover from that irreversible damage? No one dares to guarantee that it is impossible. Everything must still be studied in depth.
"So do you have any suggestions?" Jermaine asked again for other dwarves.
"The only advice I can give is to stay away from the source of radiation to avoid aggravating the situation. But it also depends on the source, and there are different disposal methods. If you can move it, throw it away. If you can't move it, find a way to move it. We don’t want to do anything, so we can only strengthen the isolation facilities and find ways to prevent radiation from emitting and continuing to harm the human body.”
"Oh, is there any way to block it?" This time Jermaine did not ask the powerful dwarves in his clan, but asked directly. Lin could also understand why they chose the third point without even thinking about it.
In fact, when most people face possible losses, few will choose to cut off their wrists, but will choose to find ways to remedy the situation. There is nothing wrong with this, you just need to avoid falling into the trap of a gambler expecting a comeback, which only increases his losses.
But before I want to explain how to block it, I need to explain what the source of the damage is. Seeing that the technological level of these dwarves was not low, Lin returned to his original seat, took out the coffin from his bag, and asked Fen to help. Because many pictures are stored in the space of the first coffin, and to make a presentation, what is more intuitive than using pictures to illustrate.
But as soon as the coffin was taken out, nine out of ten silver-bearded dwarves present stared straight-eyed. They raised their hands shakily and pointed at something someone had put on the table. All of a sudden, a group of dwarves started shouting and seemed to be about to tear down the roof.
Listening to the words of the elder of the clan, Jermaine also asked anxiously: "Brother, where did you get this thing?"
"Do you recognize this stone box?" While asking this question, Lin quickly grabbed Fen's hand hanging by his side, fearing that the lich might have any grudges to hinder him. In any case, her head has been locked up here for thousands of years.
"This stone box was made by my uncle and some great craftsmen. It was given to a human magician to seal the demon king from thousands of years ago. How did you get this thing? You don't know how to put the contents inside. Are you out?"
This time, Lin Ke held Fen's hand tightly, fearing that someone would act impulsively. He said: "The grudges and grudges from thousands of years ago, and being sealed for a thousand years, isn't it enough to pay for the sin? That demon king killed your relatives?"
"Well, that's not true." Jermaine said with inexplicable pride: "We Ginsu have never lost in a battle."
...This dwarf does have the qualifications to be proud. It's just that if you wear power armor and defeat a group of people wearing furs and holding stone axes, you can commit suicide.
"So, since there is no direct hatred, wouldn't it be better to treat a friend's help with a normal mind? What's more, you have also chatted with Fen along the way. You should know that she is not who she is in the rumors."
"Are you...really His Majesty the Demon King Tikal?" Jermaine used honorifics and looked at the woman who was held tightly by Lin with a somewhat fearful expression.
Fen, who was the subject of the topic, gently patted her hands and said to someone with her usual flirtatious expression: "Don't worry, I have no grudge against them. It's just that They just built a box and locked my head for a thousand years. Anyway, I am unconscious and will not blame anyone."
After calming a nervous man, Fen stood up and said: "Yes. I am Fen Ni Tikal. But please don't ask me to provide evidence or anything. I don't know how to prove that I am myself. .Besides, I don’t have any legion anymore, so I’m not suitable to be called the Demon King anymore. So boy, call me Fen, that’s what my friends call me. Don’t call me by my last name, I never liked that. Words.”
It was rare for this woman to be so open-minded, so Lin of course also supported him and said: "Yes, brother. And don't you think about it, if it comes to life and death, besides lichs there are druids, and you can't find anyone better." She is a doctor. As for your condition, I can guarantee that there is no one in the world who knows better than her."
Jermaine still asked worriedly: "It won't turn us into undead."
"Hey, brother, whose territory are we on? Don't you think if Fen wants to carry out any conspiracy, you have too many eyes. If you don't understand anything, just ask. If you have concerns, just say it. You can find a method that everyone can accept. The most you can do is just not do it, and that’s okay.”
Before Jermaine could convey what Darin and Fin had said, an old dwarf hurriedly spoke a few words and stared fiercely at the young man who was only over 500 years old, asking him to convey what he said. Jermaine was a little embarrassed, and after arguing with the old dwarf for a while, he reluctantly said: "Brother, that stinky old man wants me to ask, are you coveting our... well, it's the energy source you mentioned, you understand. of."
"I have never seen the thing you are referring to. I just want to ask, is it something that can be easily carried by one or two people?"
"How is that possible! Even if it is the smallest component, it would be very difficult for me to carry it alone, let alone carry it over a long distance. How is that different from asking for trouble?"
"Yes. You've said that, so what do I covet? Can I move it away? Or should I dismantle the parts and take them home as a souvenir? Does that make sense?"
A very strong reason. Not only Jermaine, but also the other dwarves thought of the size of that thing. If they wanted to move it away under their noses, I'm afraid they would have to use an army. Because of this, everyone couldn't help but look at the old man who asked the question, as if his question had lowered the intelligence level of all the dwarves.
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