There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"It's okay, just a broken bone."

Saria acted with discretion; the agent in front of her just fainted.

After a quick glance, Talina reached out and touched Holhaiya's "lunch box".

At this moment, a water arrow shot out from the lunch box at an extremely fast speed...the target...

It was actually Talina's heart!

Volume 9: Chapter 16: Over Time

"MUIRSAYS!!!"

The moment that sudden energy fluctuation appeared, Saria determined who its owner was.

If Saria, who was far away, was like this, how could Talina, who was "feeling" it closely, not notice it too?

Looking at the water arrow that was heading straight for her heart, Talina paused her hand reaching for the lunch box and immediately moved back to defend herself.

This is an instinctive reaction. The ultimate goal of any living thing is to survive.

Even though Talina didn't have the so-called heart weakness, she still blocked it.

This is a very... cruel fact.

She came to save Muirseth, but the two had not seen each other for a long time. Naturally, Talina's trust in this "old friend" decreased.

Especially from the moment she attacked him.

Muirseth in the dark naturally felt Talina's emotional changes, but she did not react at all, except that her face, which was already without a smile, dimmed a little.

Controlling the water source to wrap up Holhaiya, Muerseth took this "collaborator" away from here.

quietly.

bark...

The water arrow hit the palm of Talina's hand and shattered easily, just like a bullet fired from a water gun toy.

The sharpness just now disappeared, leaving only the water with a little warmth.

Got tricked?!

An angry expression naturally appeared on her face. Talina looked at the empty ground in front of her, her eyes moving several times, trying to find the other party's escape route.

But unfortunately, as a master of this field (secondary expertise), Muir Seth could not possibly leave her any clues to follow.

Looking at her palms which still had some moisture, Talina gritted her teeth and clenched her fists tightly.

The nails pierced the flesh, and the pain stimulated Talina's nerves.

Turning to walk towards Saria, Talina said gloomily: "She ran away..."

"Muirseth made his move. I saw it."

Saria nodded but didn't say much.

In the situation just now, she couldn't have done better than Talina.

If a friend she knew well attacked her, her reaction would probably not be much better than Talina's.

"It was our fault this time. We didn't take Christen and Muirseth into account. The only news we received was that they were missing... It's not your fault."

"Let's leave here first. At least we know what they want to do, which will make it much easier to find them later."

Patting Talina's shoulder, Saria comforted her softly.

Talina nodded and quickly collected her emotions.

Saria was right. Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to go to other places to check the situation. And...

They should leave too.

Because there are more than just a few of them involved in this game, there is another force lingering outside.

This is Colombian territory. With such a big commotion just now, it would be strange if the Ministry of Defense didn't respond.

The core data has been taken away by Holhaiya and Muerses. There is no point in them staying here. It would be better for them to move to another location.

Tremont is so big that one aircraft is definitely not enough to satisfy Christen. At worst, they can just find a second one.

After figuring out the problem, Talina gathered everyone who came to the factory and prepared to leave, but before leaving, she discovered that one person seemed to be missing.

"Where's the Tin Man? Just now...why haven't I seen him?"

After glancing around, Talina asked Saria.

"He's out for something and will be meeting us soon. He said you were at the meeting place today."

After saying what the Tin Man had told her, Saria picked up the shield beside her and hung it on her hand.

"Then let's go over there first... The Melander Foundation, the Colombian Ministry of Defense, tsk... This is getting more and more troublesome."

Rubbing her head with a headache, Talina listened to the shrill sound of a whistle coming from afar and left with the other two.

.........

Leading the Dream I'I Study Linwu Mountain Eight Weeping Wings⑶

"Five hot dogs, thank you."

On the street of District 12, a tin man in a brown windbreaker stood in front of a small stall, selecting things with great interest.

"Okay, wait a moment, sir?"

When the boss saw a customer coming, he greeted him warmly, but when he saw the true face of the Tin Man, he hesitated to say the name.

"I had a disease when I was a child, and later I relied on this exoskeleton armor to live a normal life. I'm sorry if I scared you."

The Tin Man spoke politely.

"Scared? No, this is super cool, right?"

The boss was also a talkative person, and after the initial unfamiliarity, he started chatting with the Tin Man.

The Tin Man's appearance did not lower other people's impression of him. On the contrary, it seemed to increase people's favorability in some strange ways.

"I'm used to it. Huh... Can I smoke here?"

"As you please. There hasn't been much business lately anyway. It's like the whole city is under martial law these past few days."

The boss curled his lips and complained quietly.

"Is it quiet here lately?"

The Tin Man asked casually, smoking his pipe.

"It's so cold, when did this start? A little over 19 months, right?"

Seeing someone interrupting him, the boss, who had been holding back for a long time, suddenly opened up and talked a lot of nonsense.

"It's strange, the other areas have a lot of traffic, but the four areas 10, 11, 12, and 13 are like dead, with no one to be seen. It's been three days, and you're still my first customer."

"Oh? Then I'll have to buy more."

The Tin Man smiled, reached out and picked up a few more items and handed them to the boss.

"Oh my! You're so generous!"

The boss's smile became more and more sincere, and the corners of his mouth were almost reaching his ears.

Four regions?

After analyzing his boss's words, the Tin Man retrieved some useful information.

It seems the Ministry of Defense isn't completely clueless; at least they've found Christen's approximate area of ​​activity...

The hot dog stand owner was very quick and had everything ready in just a few minutes. He then packed the food in a box and handed it to the Tin Man.

"It's a spacious place here, please sit wherever you want."

After finishing the work, the enthusiastic hot dog stand owner showed the Tin Man a place and returned to the stall to make preparations.

Although there are no guests, he still has to live his life. This is the foundation of his life and he cannot be careless.

"Wow... hot dogs... Colombian fast food is really changing with each passing day..."

After opening the package, the Tin Man looked at the steaming sausages and bread inside and couldn't help but smell the aroma.

The special aroma of meat and the fresh fragrance of grains...

These two things occupied the Tin Man's sense of smell and made his stomach growl.

He was preparing to eat in the morning but was caught by Talina and Fremont, and has been hungry ever since.

But even though the divine image sent out hunger signals, the Tin Man still did not eat. He just took the hot dog in his hand and asked curiously.

"You say... why is it called a hot dog? Does it have anything to do with Pello?"

The Tin Man's voice is so soft that if you don't listen carefully you might think he's just mumbling to himself, but...

Someone heard it and responded.

"In order to promote this fast food, the earliest group of Bolivarian immigrants would have scantily clad women or strong men push carts into the knight arena."

"Over time, hot dog became the Colombian term for this fast food."

A dull voice sounded, and a green figure appeared in front of the Tin Man.

"So that's how it is? Over time... what a long time it is."

Looking up at the film in front of him, the Tin Man extended his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"Have you eaten, ma'am? It's my treat."

"no."

Kal'tsit declined the Tin Man's kindness and sat opposite the dead soul.

"You definitely didn't ask me to come here just to treat me to a meal."

"Alas, time is merciless. I remember when I still had the sense of taste, my appetite was dozens of times greater than it is now. Is this also a result of time?"

"A young lady like you... I really envy you."

Sighing and shaking his head, the Tin Man picked up the food in his hand and put it into his mouth.

Tastes like chewing wax...

Volume 9: Chapter 17: Men's Intuition

The long years brought the Tin People not only knowledge, but also numbness to life and the pain of the passage of time.

Eternal life is never a goal worth pursuing.

Especially immortality deprived of the senses!

I can only be a spectator, watching other people's lives, and then extract some insights from them to deceive myself and tell myself the false fact that I am still alive.

Even though the food in his mouth had no taste and was like a pile of sand to the Tin Man, he still ate it with great relish and seriousness.

Kal'tsit didn't disturb him. She watched the Tin Man finish his "breakfast" quietly.

After wiping the sauce off his hands with a handkerchief, the Tin Man, who had had a full meal, turned his attention to the film in front of him.

"It's been a long time, Lord Kelsey. When was the last time we met?"

The long years have made the Tin Man's memory vague, just like now.

He remembered Kal'tsit and her identity, but the specific details had been forgotten in the dust of history, so much so that he had to wait for her to remind him if he wanted to find a topic to talk about.

“After the war, on the day of Thearesia’s coronation ceremony, most of the Sarkaz who still harbored feelings for Kazdel cast their gazes at her, and you too.”

"What should I call you now?"

Kal'tsit asked back, tapping her fingers on the table, making a ticking sound, like a countdown alarm clock.

"Tin Man, that's what my colleagues all call him. I'm used to it. After all, names don't mean anything to me anymore."

The Tin Man said indifferently as he put the hot dog next to him into the brown paper bag he carried with him to keep it warm.

This is the lunch he brought for his partner.

"You represent the Melander Foundation?"

"Yes."

"A powerful dead soul."