The low sound of the horn came from afar, passing through the main door of the workshop that had been open all year round, bypassing the busy technicians and the huge and shaking furnace body, and weakly slapped on the more than thirty iron doors of the "formation room" , and then was quickly drowned out by the sound of "呲呲" at the foot of the carving knife...
The horn will sound at six o'clock in the afternoon, which is the order to open dinner. In the Redbud Army, everyone must abide by it. Except for the shift staff who have meals in advance, everyone must rush to the dining room before the three horns sound. Otherwise, it will be punished as a violation of military discipline.
It is said that this is the first normal military order issued by the Legion Commander after taking office. Although it seems that she only needs to have "White Night Burn", she has never seen that adult follow it...
This is the first dinner since the meal standard has been doubled. As usual, the number of dishes will be increased from three to six. There are also a variety of main dishes and soups to choose from. As long as you can eat it, the portion will definitely be enough.
It is said that today's "limited meat" is an adult sea whale that was just caught in the cooking camp a few days ago. The meat is still very fresh. Although it is fishy and tough, the cooking method can also lower the "prestige" of the few in the cooking camp. But it is much more delicious than the frozen Tongluo meat stored in the cold storage next to the port.
But you have to go in time, otherwise you won't be able to get even half a mouthful of broth. There are now tens of thousands of people stationed at Ross Point Military Station, not to mention the number of strong men with great appetites.
There were footsteps coming out of the "formation room" one after another. They paused for a moment when passing a certain iron gate, clicked it gently twice, and then left.
This ceremonial reminder is now the "privilege" of all masters of magic. Even if their room is far away from here, they have to make a special detour to complete it, and the meal later will become more delicious.
However, no one took this opportunity to push it away. Even Minister Bohnne would never enter rashly. For the masters whose average age is over seventy years old, this "array" only has a commendable sound insulation effect. "Fajian" seems to be a "holy place" that cannot be disturbed...
The young master behind the iron door could naturally hear these knocks, and the "white hat" on his head immediately rolled up, and his two silky ears and tongues were slightly raised to make the sound louder.
However, the sharp carving knife did not fluctuate at all, and wandered on the casting in an extremely standard manner until the entire formation was completely completed.
A crystal stone was attached to the formation and started charging directly, skipping the "blood refining" stage. The young master's eyes were still glowing with a faint crystal white color. In his field of vision, the overflowing black and white Yuan Power was still only extremely powerful. Most people return to the back of their heads, and the part diluted by the basic energy current is usually one thousandth, sometimes as low as a few ten thousandths, but it will not be zero after all...
The second horn has passed, and there is still less than five minutes before the final sound. However, there are still twenty or thirty seconds before the fastest time for him to walk from here to the dining room. He still has time to be stunned for a while. Hand over work with "Delige"...
The faint crystal white has naturally faded away and turned into a dignified gray. Fortunately, on the surface, it is still close to "clear and bright". In the more than three hundred days since I came here, this body has spent most of the time. In this way, "renunciation" and "purity" are governed by each other, with little interference from each other...
And "Volume" was suppressed by the two of them. Of course, "White Night Burn" can never exceed five wine bags...
These two images have long been accustomed to such "switching", just like two "tenants" who recognize each other, jointly own this "house" that seems to have lost its owner, and respect each other's existence, although it is no longer the same as before. Such competition for the position of "homeowner" secretly affects each other on a more nihilistic level, affecting the proportion of "detachment" and "clarity" in external expressions, and also affects the perception of everyone around them... …
So at this time, he felt very sorry, because all the masters present this morning were supporters of "fluctuating thought", and the magic lotus in their bodies was also condensed by the "Yuanli Frequency Theory", and he was The words are all based on "particle thinking" and do not consider these at all!
Fortunately, today's "renunciation" also knows some "convergence". Those explanations are not very in-depth. Although the masters have suffered a lot, it is not a serious problem. However, the proportion of "renunciation" today But it is obviously larger than usual, otherwise those explanations would not be uttered. In the final analysis, this is all his fault...
He reflected on these things and hurried to the dining room. He successfully received the meal ticket before the third horn sounded, and also received a spoonful of mushy whale oil soup. After eating it in a hurry, he quickly returned to his white hat. There was no intention of staying in the tent.
As usual, a certain guy will come on time at eight o'clock in the evening. No matter how he refuses, he will be dragged out in the end and waste a long time in the square outside the camp...
There is still nearly an hour left, and he can still review one or two books in the inheritance library.
Unexpectedly, unfamiliar footsteps soon sounded, as noisy as their owner.
The felt door was pushed open by two slender arms without any explanation. It was as if he had returned to his own home. He didn't look like a "guest" at all. The guy in front of him seemed to have completely forgotten how drunk he was in the camp next door last night, and his voice was still the same. bright……
"Linda, it's almost time, why haven't you come out yet? Huh? Why did you fall asleep again... Are you tired today?"
The young magic master opened his eyes, exited the "false sleep" state, and sat up honestly. His snow-white hat also bounced off the cot and sat back in its unique position.
It seemed that from the first day they met, his name was naturally swallowed by this guy. There was a unique intimacy in the entire Ross Point depot, which was also the way this guy was accustomed to "making friends"...
But if he continues to lie in bed, even if he really falls asleep, this guy will wake him up without any psychological burden. The longest attempt even lasted more than ninety minutes!
Such a person is truly worthy of being the cousin of the Legion Commander! He has never met such a shameless guy who never knows it, has no idea of "distance" and "measurement", but is also very patient!
However, no one in the military station really disliked this flamboyant "Zilai Shu". Perhaps it was because this guy was born in the military station. After his parents died, he grew up being teased and beaten by many soldiers. Ross Point depot is this guy's backyard...
"fine."
He replied calmly, his tone and demeanor were eighty-nine times similar to those in the workshop, but it never worked in front of Zijin Mo. This guy with a missing string in his head simply couldn't understand such an obvious resistance!
The heavy military jacket had long been taken off and stuffed into his arms. Zijin Mo seemed more anxious than usual. Without saying a word, he put out the fire and urged:
"Quick! Lao Sa has set up the stall a long time ago! In addition to krill, I also got two pieces of seal meat today. Don't let anyone know if someone asks! By the way, Linda, I have something important to tell you. …”
He was unwilling to pay attention to the so-called "important matters" from this guy. Based on his understanding of Zijin Mo, most likely they were just trivial matters. However, he still couldn't refuse those familiar, slightly narrowed eyebrows like crescent moons. , so he honestly put on his coat and said:
"Let's go."
His camp was on the edge of the central square. As usual, there was already a lot of excitement outside the camp. A huge fire had already been lit. The coal that was now abundant in the military depot was burning inside, melting into a large warm area in the wind and snow.
Countless soldiers, both male and female, most of whom had changed into regular clothes, crowded in the square with a radius of tens of meters, singing and dancing, talking and drinking, and enjoying the short indulgence that was only allowed during the rest period.
In the corner near the felt door, a small table and three round stools had been placed. The priest in dark red robes had already sat down, holding the rusty long sword in his arms as usual.
The priest's robe and slanted purple ribbon were already very worn, and his messy and thick beard completely covered his original square face. His thick eyelids drooped most of the time, making him look very old, but in fact He was only in his twenties, slightly older than Zijin Mo.
It is said that the priest named "Gesak" was born in a remote tower area in the city-state of Burning Fire. A few years ago, he was just an ordinary person. After his father, who was also a priest, died young, he was summoned by the temple. He was imbued with divine power and became a one-star intermediate priest with extremely weak strength.
This is also the norm in the city-state on fire. The priests belonging to the temple are all promoted in this way. However, there are very few who wear purple ribbons as soon as they come up. I don’t know why.
However, no one who knows Gesak's warriors can blame him. After all, in this extremely cold ice field, the only thing related to the word "temple" is the black man who is said to be specially recruited by the war court headquarters for the strong men of the temple. In addition to the high-level priests, there are occasionally intermediate divine scrolls that can be assigned. There are very few purple-belt priests like Gesak who are affiliated with the temple root Hongmiaozheng but actively apply to come to the north. There are only a dozen in total at Ross Point Depot.
Moreover, Gossak is very alienated from his "colleagues" and has never participated in those lengthy and cumbersome rituals to serve the gods. It seems that he has never prayed to the seven gods...
These were all obtained from Zijin Mo. No one knows whether they are true or not. But when it comes to being reticent, not to mention the three people here, this priest is the most serious in the entire Ross Point Military Station. He is almost the same as Zijin Mo. Two extremes!
There is also the rusty sword that is said to have been passed down for countless generations. Many warriors have tried it, but no one can pull it out, including Gesak himself. It seems that it has been rusted to death in the mottled scabbard. It is so weird. very!
But the rusty sword was always in the priest's arms, and it was said that he never left it even when he was sleeping...
As for how such an eccentric person could get together with these two "influential figures" in the Ross Point depot, and actually have a drinking party that everyone is accustomed to now, it is also strange to say.
I remember that it was the second day after he first "visited" the Legion Commander. Before the story of the full vat of "White Night Burning" had spread, Zijin Mo opened his door as carelessly as he did today and became a The first uninvited "visitor".
This "visitor" doesn't understand what "etiquette" is at all, and he is exactly the same as the legion leader who doesn't understand what "reputation" is, but it's hard to really dislike him. Moreover, although his Yuanli reserves have increased to 70,000 to 80,000, Jing, but after all he couldn't resist the involuntary "invitation" from a six-star martial arts master, and was eventually pulled out...
The small table had been prepared by Zijing Mo, and the round stools could only hold three. This guy seemed to have never thought that his "invitation" would fail, and he didn't care about the feelings of the person being "invited"...
It was still "extreme daylight" at that time, and the outside of his tent was even more lively than tonight. His snow-white hat and pale long hair were also more conspicuous, and everyone who saw him was very curious...
There was still room at the table. In such a free and enthusiastic occasion, no one was restricted, but this strange priest who always stood in a corner of the square with a rusty sword in his arms was the first to come up and sat down on the round stool without saying hello. , filling the gaps between the small tables...
Zijin Mo naturally didn't care. At that time, he only thought about how long it would take to end. However, this weird three-person game has never changed people or been interrupted since then...
Naturally, the wine shop in the frozen land of the north must have "white night cooking", and the number of wine bags consumed every day has also increased. Ingredients gradually appeared on the small table, and a small stove and charcoal fire were put on it. Many "routines" that are unique to them gradually came into being. "...
Such as now.
He and the red-robed priest nodded to each other, and then sat down with Zijin Mo. The small table was filled with people. The priest looked at Zijin Mo and then under the table. His meaning was very clear...
"I know, I know!" Zijing Mo quickly brought the small stove to the table, lit a fire, untied the knot and opened the oil paper, pushed a full handful of skewers with food in front of the master of magic, and then He glared at the red-robed priest and shouted as usual:
"I said, Lao Sa, can't you put that broken sword under your butt? It's like hugging a girl... I call Linda, can't you light the stove first? You lazy ass!"
The young magic master already knew that "Lao Sa"'s arms never left the rusty sword at the same time, and the rusty sword would only change sides when held in his arms.
The red-robed priest seemed not to have heard anything, but he reached behind him with one hand as usual and pulled a long list of things to the table.
It was a very long hemp rope, strung with ten bulging leather wine bags. Only the wine bag hanging ring tied at the end was knotted, and then passed through the other nine hanging rings, many wine bags. There are obvious signs of wear on the edges.
The three wine bags were taken off one by one by the hand and dropped on the table. The red-robed priest picked up one and bit open the stopper. He raised his head and took a sip. He looked at Zijin Mo again and said as usual:
...I was the one who drank the wine anyway...
As usual, Zijin Mo gave the red-robed priest a blank look and said with disdain:
“God said, no drunkenness!”
The red-robed priest twitched the corner of his mouth and uttered a light sentence as usual, which was probably the last sentence at the daily drinking party:
"Drinking is not allowed, but it's not that drinking is not allowed..."
Zijin Mo laughed, then turned his head with satisfaction and urged:
"Hurry up and get started, Linda! Grill these two handfuls first, and the krill and other things later!"
The red-robed priest also looked over expectantly. Ever since the young magic master accidentally showed his hand, the "division of labor" in the wine bureau has been officially clarified, which is the indispensable food, wine, and barbecue...
The cheerful flames licked the skewers, and from time to time there was a sizzling sound that made people move their index fingers. A handful of meat cubes exuded the right charred aroma when they were turned over just right. When it melts in, the aroma quickly sublimates like turning stone into gold, directly touching the depths of the soul!
Seal meat is indeed a top-quality ingredient. Today, these should be the tenderloin parts with the most culinary value. Many soldiers couldn't help but look here, with green eyes shining!
The full handful of barbecued meats was quickly removed from the fire and propped on the edge of the fire. He quickly grabbed it with both hands, and the empty skewers were soon thrown all over the table.
The young magic master continued his work. As usual, he ate very little. Only a few skewers were left for him to drink. Otherwise, it would be a waste. Naturally, those two knew very well...
His mind was not here at all, but it was not on the magic book that Zijin Mo had just interrupted in the study room. However, the barbecue heat was as precise as usual, and the technique was as skillful as usual, and it had never fallen out. The qualification standard in his mind...
As usual, there were still many chefs from the cooking camp approaching, watching carefully...
The food disappeared very quickly. Although no one had consumed the "quota" of these two people in the name of toasting, they were still satisfied after all. This was the thought of the two satisfied people.
However, Zijin Mo closed the string of lottery tickets in front of her and immediately shouted again:
"Test! You foodie, Lao Sa, robbed me again! We agreed to fifty skewers per person! I only ate forty-three! Do you still have credibility?!"
The red-robed priest didn't even raise his eyelids, he just raised the wine bag in his hand as usual, and started drinking it frantically.
The wine bag deflated quickly and was thrown onto the table as usual, scattering the pile of lots in front of Zijing Mo. The red-robed priest's arms hugged the rusty long sword tightly as usual and moved behind him. The tent's legs tilted, and he fell into a deep sleep...
Zijin Mo glanced at the priest with disdain and said with disdain as usual:
"Pour it all in one bag! Lao Sa has such a bad ability to drink! He's so boring!"
The nearby soldiers all heard it, and bursts of good-natured laughter spread out. Everyone knew that a bag of "White Night Burn" was the upper limit of the red-robed priest's eternal progress, and they also knew that this weirdo who seemed to have no self-control was drunk in a hurry. This is the habit in the military depot where fellow soldiers come and go. Before the charcoal fire in the center of the square is extinguished, someone will always throw the red-robed priest and the rusty sword back to the tent.
These usual interludes were limited to this small table. Zijin Mo glanced around as usual. While drinking, he vividly talked about countless interesting people and countless interesting little things. He seemed to be listening too. , as usual, there was no echo, but neither of them drank the wine slowly.
After three bags, Zijin Mo was already eighty percent drunk and needed to take a breather as usual. His eyes were as usual, but the drinking game had just passed. The soldiers nearby were actually paying attention to this place, and the frequency and amount of drinking were also different. Subconsciously in sync with here.
For normal people, three capsules of "White Night Burn" is already a big drink, and now is the time for the "masters" of wine to show off.
One after another, soldiers came to the table, and most of them would say "Master Lin" respectfully, or smile familiarly, then raise the wine bag in their hands, drink more or less of it, and finish the last I left all my "drinking capacity" here, even if I fell drunk to the ground in the next second.
He never refuses, and the remaining two "credits" belong to these familiar faces, most of whom are just acquaintances. As usual, he nods politely to everyone, and then takes a big mouthful, but the top of his head The "white hat" unknowingly moved closer, covering more faces, and the exposed parts became even more difficult to see clearly...
Fortunately, these swaying soldiers didn't care at all. This "interlude" is now as important as singing and dancing during the "military break" period at night. The soldiers' respect and smiles come from the bottom of their hearts. This has become the reason for continuing to maintain this "iconic" small table.
But it wasn't just men who came to toast, there were also some women as usual.
Most of them are active soldiers in the "Spiritual Art Camp" and "Longbow Camp", and some are reserve forces or logistics personnel. Naturally, they didn't drink three bags of wine before coming. They would only call him once at the small table. They wouldn't say anything more, but they would hold a slightly different ice flower in their hands, put it on the table with a smile, and look at him deeply before leaving.
However, they did not return to their companions, but walked out of the square and returned to their tents.
As usual, these actions will trigger rounds of well-meaning applause and whistles, and there may be some regrets and frustrations, but very few people will ridicule or say some sour and strange words. Such "stupid young people" will definitely cause public outrage. , being punched by the men who had nowhere to vent their energy!
Sometimes there are more than a dozen, sometimes dozens, arranged in a neat row on the small table in front of you. They are very small and delicate. Even though they will melt after only one night of "life", they still remain the same. It has a bit of the temperament of the givers, and it was obviously made with great care.
They all have a small ring on their body that can be passed through by thin wires. According to the rules of the northern frozen soil, they all have another ring with the same appearance, which will be hung above the gift's door felt, so that the holder can walk in. The tents will not trigger defensive formations and will not attract anyone's attention. This is their only "mission".
Occasionally, ice flowers would be placed in front of Zijin Mo, and the guy's eyes would narrow even more, making him look more similar to the person in his memory. Then the guy would stop drinking, but he would always stay with her until the end. .
The two wine bags were finally empty. There was no more wine in front of him as usual, and the soldiers no longer came forward. As usual, he carefully picked up the ice flowers and put them into the bracelet one by one. Space equipment cannot freeze time. He Naturally, there is also a mass of clear water that needs to be dealt with.
Zijin Mo seemed to be drunk again, and said drunkenly:
"...I said Linda...are you not wasting your natural resources..."
As usual, he didn't want to pay attention, but as usual, the guy in front of him still refused to let go, he laughed and said:
"Hey...I'm talking to you...haven't you grown up a long time ago...I heard that yesterday was your birthday? You didn't tell me...could it be that you secretly visited some sister last night? No wonder you drank it last night I couldn't find you in the end...I thought you were quarreling with your cousin again..."
He was stunned, raised his eyes and asked:
"What's the meaning?"
"Huh?! Binghua! What do you mean..."
"have no idea."
"really do not know?"
"Um."
"...Ahahaha...Actually, Linda, you don't need to know...you just need to pick one, then find the exact same ice flower tent and go in...Well...if it's you...it doesn't matter if you go to the wrong place 80% of the time..." of……"
"Then what?"
"Then listen to your sister... You just need to relax and leave it all to them... Even though they are usually fierce and tougher than men in training, in fact, each of them is very gentle! Also! Ah...don't you think it's rude to always have no response like this..."
"Oh, how long will it take?"
"... faint! I don't know if you... everyone is different... Normally it takes more than an hour..."
"It's been too long, I won't go."
"...I...take the test! Linda! Could it be that you are an ascetic?"
"no."
"Then why don't you go? How many people think about it day and night but can't get ice flowers!"
"I said, waste time."
"...This is the north! Do you understand? Even if you are far away from the front line, it is still a battlefield!"
"how to say?"
"Since those of us have joined the legion, we may not be able to come back any time, so of course we have to enjoy ourselves in time! Linda, those sisters don't even have families! They don't care! It's obviously something you and I wish to do! You Why can't you be more casual? If you keep holding it in, something will happen sooner or later!"
"I am healthy."
"...You...I can't make sense to you! I'll ask my cousin to issue a military order later! No one is allowed to waste ice flowers!"
"I'm in the military department."
"What happened to the Ministry of Military Affairs?"
"The Ministry of Military Resources is directly under the War Court, and whether the orders at the corps level are followed or not is decided by Minister Boyne."
"... Dizzy... The minister must listen to you... So even my cousin can't control you? No wonder you dare to quarrel with her..."
"...I'm going back."
"...Hey, hey, hey...wait, wait, wait!"
"what happened again?"
"I almost forgot the most important thing! Hehe...Linda...I heard from my cousin...she wanted to transfer you to be the clerk...but you rejected it?"
"Um."
"Why shouldn't you do this? Clerk! One person is inferior to ten thousand people! What an important position!"
"Is it okay to be idle?"
"... Linda... I have wanted to be transferred to the Ranger Battalion for a long time... You know... I haven't been able to find anyone to replace me... Don't you also want to leave the Military Resources Department?"
"I'm going to the war camp!"
"... Linda... just do it... help me..."
"Don't go!"
"... Lin Da! We are brothers after all! Please don't be so heartless... I'm very sad when you do this..."
"Don't go!"
"Does this mean I didn't have enough wine?"
"no……"
"This way...I'll blow one bag...two bags are fine! Or you can have as many as you want! Today I will drink until you are satisfied!"
"……Need not."
The guy in front of him ignored his refusal as usual, but he already had the last bag on the hemp rope in his hand, which was already empty just now. Zijin Mo stood up unsteadily and shouted:
"Who still has wine?"
Several responses were immediately heard in the square, and several full wine bags were quickly passed around and placed in front of Zijin Mo.
The small table is actually very short, and it barely touches your knees when you sit down, but the slender arms in front of you can hold the edge of the table firmly, barely supporting your body...
The very similar eyebrows and eyes barely stared at the wine bag, and subconsciously narrowed the extremely familiar arc. In the eyes of the young magic master, he almost looked like his old friend, and he couldn't help but feel confused again!
He had already remembered the last resident of that "prison village", the little boy who did not dare to communicate with him but always looked at him from a distance. He looked like "Roland" before he had grown up!
Maybe these are just his illusions...but it's also very likely that they are the truth!
He has already opened the first door. Among the vast amounts of intermediate magic knowledge, he has already learned that the appearance of a person is actually made up of the body's body, which is countless times smaller than the cells! But it is determined by a unique "biological matrix"!
There are no two identical leaves in the world! There are no two identical people! Even if the human realm has tens of billions of people!
In his never-fading memory, and in the extremely calm calculation of "Deliver", those who can be so similar are either not the same body, or they have an extremely close blood relationship!
Now, there is one more "similarity"!
He has already asked. This guy has no known brothers and sisters. However, every warrior in the northern frozen soil has a period of rest, and of course they will spend it on the main continent. Zijin Mo's parents who died young were not actually married. Of course they do too...
However, is there... is it... is it possible... so what?
From the first time to now, every time he sees it, it will quietly shake his heart! It will disturb his seemingly cold mood! They are all reminding him of every trace of the past that he doesn't want to forget!
This guy appears in front of him every night! Even the many subtle changes in expression and tone of voice are the shadow of that old friend...
He couldn't help but lower his head and whispered:
"Stop drinking...
"let me consider it……"
