Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

It's quite rare to open the door in the middle of the night and see a woman standing outside in her undergarments. This is a sign that you should get to know her better... no, I mean, think about her deeply.

Vittorio was caught in a dilemma: whether to let her in or not. In the end, he let her in.

"What is it?"

Vittorio didn't get very close to her at first; instead, he deliberately kept his distance.

However, Serena seemed oblivious to Vittorio's action and walked over to place the candlestick on the table.

There were empty spaces all around her that she could walk to the table, but she deliberately chose the direction where Vittorio was standing and moved closer to place the candlestick.

This led to the action where Vittorio was forced to retreat, and finally, with nowhere left to go, he leaned against the table.

Serena pressed closer and closer to Vittorio, until they were almost face to face, a distance that suggested something was about to happen.

However, Serena simply extended her right hand and placed the candlestick on the table.

Vittorio rested his hands on the table, and when he looked down, you could see his collarbone, the whorl of hair on the top of his head, and the fresh scent of soap.

She had just taken a shower.

The two were standing very close, but Serena quickly pulled away, creating distance between them.

Vittorio noticed that her face was slightly flushed, and she was unconsciously licking her lips, fidgeting with her hair, and not daring to look directly at him.

From a psychological perspective, this is an embarrassing situation.

She hadn't done it—at least not often, and she wasn't entirely without shame.

Vittorio decided to help her take it a step further.

"Please sit down."

Serena looked around and found that besides a table, a chair, and a bed, there was only one other room—a bed that Vittorio had recently asked Ethan to make for him, as sleeping on the floor all the time was bad for his back.

Sit? Where should I sit?

Serena gritted her teeth and sat on the bed, occupying only a small space, her legs pressed tightly together, her hands resting awkwardly on her thighs.

She was very nervous.

To help her integrate into the environment as quickly as possible, Vittorio plopped down next to her.

Serena was startled and instinctively moved to the side, but then remembered her purpose and moved back to sit next to Vittorio.

Vittorio almost burst out laughing when he saw her looking down at him.

They dared to do it but not to admit it; they dared to walk in dressed like this, but now they're acting like cowards.

"I……"

Do you know what time it is?

The two spoke at the same time.

Serena spoke hesitantly, "You go first."

Vittorio sat casually on the bed, his hands supporting him, his head tilted back, his gaze falling directly onto the moon outside the stone window—not a red moon.

Do you know what time it is?

"have no idea……"

"It's 10 PM now, when most people are asleep. You're a single woman, dressed like this, coming to a strange man's room at this hour. Do you know what your actions mean? Do you know what you're doing?"

"I……"

Serena lowered her head, too embarrassed to speak. Her entire face was now completely red. Vittorio could only see her profile, which, including the base of her ears, was now completely red.

Serena knew perfectly well what she was doing; she was very clear about it, and she even spent an entire afternoon mentally preparing herself, constantly thinking about it.

After leaving the execution ground, she wandered aimlessly around the castle.

She could see many people working hard to move stones and repair the gaps in the castle.

She could also see the new refugees who had joined the group, busily searching for places to camp inside and outside the castle. However, there weren't many places left, and they had to carefully choose before they could find a spot.

Everyone had something to do, and even after the refugees had set up camp, they would spontaneously come to the gap to lend a hand—they wanted to prove their worth.

She noticed that the refugees all had a relaxed expression on their faces—a definite relaxation, a relaxation that was certain they were safe.

This sense of relaxation was something the refugees had never experienced when they were with him; in fact, most of the time they were anxious and fearful.

Serena felt sad.

What followed was a sense of fear.

Yes, fear.

She wondered, if she wasn't the young lady of Zhakou City, the daughter of the city lord, the wife of some nobleman, or even the leader of the refugees, then who was she?

She suddenly realized that as these refugees joined River Bend Fortress, she seemed to have lost her value and her own existence.

If she doesn't make some quick changes, she'll soon become just another ordinary person among them, or even worse, because she can't farm and only knows how to play some useless musical instruments.

Soon, no one will remember that she was once a noblewoman, the daughter of a city lord.

She died in a social sense.

Although it was despicable, she was afraid.

She longed to be a knight like Bai Tian, ​​capable of slaying evildoers, or a mystic sorcerer, even if it meant going mad.

At least, she can be a useful person.

Now, what use is she?

This fear gripped her; she thought of the other lord's face she had seen during the day.

That person was as young as her, but he was so confident and so assertive that everyone bowed their heads in front of him.

If I could sell myself to that person...

This was all Serena was thinking, and even she herself admitted that it was despicable.

So when Vittorio asked, "What time is it?" and then said the rest, Serena was too embarrassed to speak.

"I want to make a deal with you."

After a long pause, Serena spoke in a less firm tone.

"My father left me a key to a treasure hoarded in the basement of a house in Zhakou City. All the wealth you can imagine can be found there. Only I have the key, and only I know the location."

As Serena spoke, she pulled something from her chest—a tiny, gleaming silver key.

Vittorio's eyes lit up at the mention of this, and he finally became interested.

"I also have the claim from Zhakou City that the three traitors committed treason, which is not permitted under federal law. If I can get the support of Lord Gao, they will send troops to help me quell the rebellion."

The title "Lord Gao" is an honorific title for the lords of the three largest cities in the Iron Bay Federation. As a loose political and economic alliance, the Iron Bay Federation has countless cities of all sizes, but the three "Lord Gao" are recognized as the most powerful. They also have a veto right in the Federation's joint meetings.

Finally, the truth came out, and Vittorio stopped beating around the bush.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need your help to gain the support of at least one of the city lords, to retake Zhakou City, to kill those three traitors, and to avenge my family."

"For this, you can make any request to me, as long as I can satisfy you, whether it's treasure, actual control of the gate city, or... your body."

Vittorio gave Serena a deep look and noticed that after she finished speaking, she resignedly lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, and dared not look him in the eye.

Serena closed her eyes, awaiting her fate.

She thought she would accept whatever it was.

After all, she was just an incompetent person.

However, the hungry tiger she imagined pouncing on its prey did not materialize.

Instead, she felt something icy cold touch the back of her neck—it was a finger.

The fingers brushed aside her disheveled hair and draped a coat over her shoulders.

"Accept the deal. From now on, I am your partner. Remember, we are doing a fair trade."

"Furthermore, no one is allowed to sell themselves out to gain anything on my territory."

Serena finally couldn't hold back anymore and began to sob softly, her shoulders shaking. Then she turned around and leaned on Vittorio's shoulder, crying.

Serena cried for about ten minutes until she was exhausted and stopped crying.

"We can discuss the details of the deal tomorrow during the day. Now, miss, you can go back to sleep."

Serena stood up, wiped away her tears, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

But halfway through the push, she turned around, suddenly turned back, and pounced on Vittorio, pinning him beneath her.

Vittorio was suddenly pushed to the ground, his eyes widening in surprise.

However, Serena placed her hand on his chest, her eyes and nose red, and slowly placed her other hand on his lips, meaning—shut up.

"This is not a transaction; it's my personal decision."