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Once you enter the city, you will see a dazzling array of tightly packed and staggered buildings of all colors, spacious streets, and some green accents. You will see villagers coming and going, dogs barking, people talking, countless smoke from cooking fires, and the fragrance of rice filling the entire city.

This was not his first time here. He had personally participated in the construction guidance of this city, such as giving the villagers all the construction skills and urban planning encyclopedia given to him by Dr. and Tony Stark.

But no matter what, this city bears his mark. He has measured every inch of land with his own feet, and every wall is stained with invisible blood, the blood of invaders stained with his own hands.

Yet, as Steve looked at the city, he felt an unprecedented sense of pride. Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled out. He sniffed. This was his home, this was his destiny. He was no longer the ethereal, homeless man he had been before. It didn't matter where he lived or slept, just where he walked. How could those crudely cut-up blocks be considered homes? They were just warehouses for his belongings.

But when he thought about the possible conflicts between the villagers on both sides, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

He gradually walked towards the underground entrance. There was a spacious blue ice below. This time, the top was not so luxurious. The mouth of the magma was sealed with glass. There were just some embedded torches inserted to ensure that it did not affect the appearance.

He pulled a boat out of the box and put it on. Just as he was about to sit on it confidently, he was stopped by a villager who had been standing guard diligently on the side.

"It's Steve, right?" The villager held a painting in his hand, looked up at the person, then lowered his head to look at the painting again.

Steve nodded in surprise.

"Okay, where do you want to go?" The villager smiled heartily, but with his big nose, he looked a little honest. He took the lead and sat on the boat, turning his head to look at Steve and waiting for people to come up.

"No, what's going on?" Steve scratched his head in confusion. He really didn't remember having this service before.

"Steve, we've been told that if you go out, we'll be responsible for picking you up. No matter which stop you go to, there'll be a villager on standby. Believe in our professionalism!" The villager was obviously excited and proud when he said the last sentence.

"Well, why? Why?" Steve looked at the man with a questioning look on his face.

"Because, because, because." The man on the other side stumbled and was unable to speak, then he took out a book from somewhere. Steve clearly read the title of the book, which said, "How to Lie." Then Steve heard the man flip through the book for a few pages, and then Xuan Ke read it word for word.

"No, we can't let the heroes... heroes get tired. We can't, can't, uh, let the heroes suffer. We must let, let the heroes in the war have a good rest." After stumbling through this long paragraph, he closed the book with a snap and put it away.

The sound was so loud that it scared Steve so much that he was completely stunned. He smiled bitterly and was speechless.

He probably understood why now. He had a lot of fun driving a boat last time, racing it in the underground public transportation area. The most embarrassing thing was that he didn't read the traffic manual carefully and kept driving in the wrong direction, which resulted in hundreds of traffic jams and he also knocked down two villagers. If it weren't for the fact that this thing had an absolutely high safety factor, the hospital would probably be full that day.

"Okay, okay, okay." What was going on? Steve sighed deeply and boarded the boat. The boat was moving very fast and very stable, and it didn't hit the wall once from beginning to end. After getting off the boat, he looked at the villagers who were about to sail back and return to their work positions and called out to stop.

"Hey, brother, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Village 77681." Village 776811 turned around and said hello while steering the boat away quickly.

Steve wiped his face and smiled helplessly. He had only walked a few steps when he bumped into Village 2. The moment he saw the man, his expression instantly became ferocious. He raised his arm, put his arm around the man's head, and walked away.

"You were the one who gave the orders to those villagers, right?" Steve emphasized the word "orders" as if he had some great grudge.

Village Two smiled awkwardly, trying to play it off. "You're a veteran here, after all. You should have some self-discipline, right? I remember you mentioned that to me before."

"That's not the kind of appearance I want." Steve was too lazy to argue with anyone, because he was really going on a long journey this time. If he could really get through smoothly, he didn't know how long it would take him to come back. He would always miss them, miss those people, miss those scenery, and miss the dog he just adopted. Of course, it was also possible that he would give it away for free in the next second if he entered the door, so he would just pretend that all his previous words were nonsense.

"Also, next time you hire someone more professional, why not stumble over a lie in front of me with a manual on lying? Isn't that insincere and just going to get caught?"

Murakuji touched his nose awkwardly. "It was an accident, an accident. It really was an accident."

"But that village 77681 is a dedicated worker, a promising young talent, aside from some arrogance. Oh, right, so have you considered what I told you before?"

Murakuji's face, which had been smiling since the moment he mentioned this, immediately fell. "Traveling to an unknown place is a very dangerous thing, especially if you're going out alone."

"I know, but you understand, I don't really like, um, bickering and stuff like that. Building development is not my strong point either. I want to take risks and I yearn for freedom more. And, don't worry, I won't die." Steve chuckled and patted the man on the shoulder, motioning him to rest assured.

"Okay, I understand." Murakuji raised his arm, and Steve immediately understood and bumped fists with him. The two smiled at each other, and then spoke in unison.

"No matter how far you go, this will always be your home."

“No matter how far I go, this will always be my home.”

322 Friends should walk together, no one can leave the other behind

When Steve left, he didn't wear the diamond-enchanted suit that he had kept in his bottom drawer. It wasn't even diamond, but just an ordinary iron suit. Funny thing is, that diamond-enchanted suit was made at the end of the war. Because he died too many times, his experience points were always low, and he always forgot the ways to gain a lot of experience points that his companions told him when he was still able to communicate.

On the day he successfully completed the entire project, he was so happy that he even asked Tony Stark for some wine. He cried, laughed, and acted recklessly, having a drunken spree. He didn't realize how important things he had never cared about before had become. Perhaps the world was changing too fast, and he had to adapt hastily.

As a result, the war ended after he had worn it only a few times. Naturally, he was reluctant to wear it for daily travel and kept it on the armor rack. After all, he was afraid that he would die and his equipment would fall all over the ground. Whether he could pick it up at that time would depend entirely on luck.

The newly appointed village chief, Village 10, couldn't help but laugh at his stingy appearance and said that he valued armor more than his life. Then he was chased and beaten by Village 2. After that, he honestly held up a sign that said "I was wrong" for a whole day and apologized sincerely.

Steve actually didn't care about the other party's offense. At least the other party's teasing was much better than the straightforward and truthful words of the villagers before.

But the other party was right. He really valued the armor more than his life. After all, he had many lives but only one set of armor. If he lost it, he didn't know how long it would take him to accumulate so much experience. What's more, it was not worth it to damage the armor because of the bumps and trivial matters in daily life. It was not a war.

He was riding in the mine cart, looking back at the familiar scenery, and for some reason, he began to feel melancholy again.

Just as I was about to leave the village boundary, I saw a familiar villager. Seeing the familiar face, my original sentimentality was forced back.

"Surprise." Muranji said those two words seriously with a serious expression. The little joy that Steve had originally felt was completely replaced by fear.

"Fuck, brother, what are you doing here? Don't neglect your duty because of me! Even if peace is restored now, it would not be good for you, would it?" After all, Steve had never seen Village Two neglect his duty. To him, this was a big joke. But it was even more impossible for you to say that you dared not move. After all, they had fought for so long and been brothers for so long. There were some things that the other party knew well even without saying them.

"I'm not Village No. 2 anymore."

"What? Hey, when did you start joking around like those young villagers?" Steve panicked. Could his absence have sparked a real war between the old and new villagers? Had the other side been exiled?

"I'm not kidding. You can call me We." Village Two—no, We—remained calm, as if narrating a seemingly mundane fact. "I've relinquished my responsibilities and my name. I just chose it. The role of Village Two is now held by a newcomer."

"Why?" Steve didn't quite understand, and even looked at the man in disbelief. When would the housekeeper who always talked about responsibility take the initiative to put down his own responsibility?

"Because you are suitable, I have always wanted to train you to be my successor. Later I found out that I was wrong, extremely wrong. You are not suitable for being bound by narrow constraints. You are suitable for a broader world. So after peace, I trained a successor again. He is qualified, so it is time for me to take a break. It's that simple." Val was still a little emotional when he said this. After all, he was the village second since the establishment of the city, the first village second. However, he had no attachment to that position. He chose to take on that power only because he had to shoulder the responsibility.

Steve was a little frantic. He almost wanted to grab the man's shoulders, shake him, and ask what he wanted. But then he thought of a sharp and crucial point. "No, then why did you come to see me? I'm about to leave here. You didn't send me here, did you?"

"Of course I'll go with you." Val said as a matter of course.

Steve squatted down, holding his head in pain, and Val walked over and patted his shoulder.

"It's very dangerous, you can die!"

"I've answered this question before. Aren't you just as dangerous?"

"But it was a war then, and no one could escape!"

Steve almost shouted this as he uncontrollably grabbed the man's shoulders and held them tightly.

"Alright, hurry up, go back and enjoy your retirement life. You've fought all the battles and fulfilled all the responsibilities. It's time to rest well."

"What about you?" Val shook his head and looked at the man seriously. "Aren't you in pain?"

Steve subconsciously wanted to shake his head and say it didn't hurt, and then say shamelessly that he was used to it, but every time he thought of the incredible pain that Death Speed ​​brought him, and the distorted expression that could not be concealed, he couldn't speak.

So he nodded obediently. "It hurts."

"Look, now it's our turn to feel sorry for you. The war is over, and as our greatest hero, you deserve to rest. But what happened? You're still out there, facing pain and even the fear of death, Steve." Val's eyes were filled with sadness, an expression Steve hadn't even seen on Val's face during those moonlit negotiations. "We owe you so much, so much, so much more than we can ever repay."

"Of course, I know you don't need us to pay it back, but we are friends, remember? Since we are friends, how can we abandon each other?" The sadness gradually faded away, leaving only determination.

Steve looked at the man's determined eyes and knew that there was no way he could change his mind, so he sighed and boarded another mine cart, the one heading back.

"Wait for me for a while."

Val stood there motionless for a long time, until the originally bright sky was covered with a layer of orange.

Steve was wearing a shiny diamond suit, holding a brand new weapon, and throwing his long-treasured enchanted suit to the other party. He was equipped with countless food ores and milk. He originally just wanted to do a preliminary exploration. Anyway, it was just an iron suit and it wouldn't be a pity to lose it if he died. Now it seems that he has to make all preparations.

"Let's go. By the way, who will take over your job? Which villager is so attractive to you that you'd even bother to train him as your successor?"

"I discovered it in the mining area. It's quite old. It was called Village 1784. Of course, it should be called Village now."

They walked side by side, and the setting sun stretched their shadows to infinity.

323 Bumblebee or Hornet

Few people know that the bumblebee actually has another name.

Or perhaps that was her real name, Honeydew. She had been called that way so many times by ghosts that she almost forgot her real name that was buried deep in her heart.

Honeydew didn't want to forget this place, but she also didn't want to be bound here, so she chose this special way to temporarily bury her name deep in her heart.

But what was the result? Wasn't she still stuck here processing documents that would never see the end, even though she always believed that she had only chosen to stay to keep her promise to the ghost.

But when he saw those expectant and hopeful looks, Honeydew could only willingly stop himself.

When she was born, Hallownest had already entered the end of its prosperity. Before she saw through the false balance that was barely maintained, she felt honored and proud of it.

However, the past has quietly dissipated like smoke. Looking back now, it has only added a certain mysterious color that I have never discovered before.

Well, the above long paragraph of words from the heart is just the retirement mentality that Hornet once again felt after seeing the pile of documents that was enough to bury the three pure ones.

Haven’t those three guys come back yet?

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but break the feather pen in her hand and threw it into the trash can beside her. The trash in the can was almost full and about to overflow.

Fortunately, the group of nobles Green threatened last time were not completely useless. They swung their butcher knives at the other group of nobles standing above them, and inherited everything in the blood and carnival. The hot blood of the dead insects extinguished their anger and made them understand that if they wanted to keep their

What price do you have to pay for your life, and what bottom line do you have to abide by?

The previous batch of people have already rotted and stank, so they are needed to clean up and burn them and take their place as the new ones. Perhaps in the near future, they will follow the old path of those guys, forget the awe that should be engraved in their hearts, and have greed that should not exist, but that is in the future. Now they just need to be an obedient dog.

Of course, this was just a private joke among themselves. Did the Hornet and the others only care about whether those nobles were useful? However, if any bugs tried to replace those nobles as dogs, they would probably rush over and tear them to pieces.

But it was also thanks to those nobles, otherwise the documents she saw would have been at least several times more. After all, recently there are more and more travelers who were just passing through and are willing to stay. They have not experienced the darkest period and have not felt that kind of fear. Naturally, they have developed an arrogant mentality.

Fortunately, the knowledgeable Quino and the patrol team he organized were able to effectively stabilize the situation. Otherwise, there would be more than just these few documents.

She didn't know which feather pen she had used to make the decision, nor which file she had processed, but a familiar aura finally appeared. She tossed the file aside, sneered, and walked over without hesitation.

When Green came back, he was still furious. If he and Chunchun had not reached a consensus in the end, who knows how much longer the delay and waste of time would have lasted.

Even if the opponent has learned his lesson, he still has a reckless mentality. Knowing that he will die if he is touched, he is still confident that the opponent will definitely fall in front of him, and then he will start over at the speed of light.

God knows why the other party had to compete with the King of Counterattack Flies in strength. If he hadn't been called out and reminded, he would probably still be competing with the other party in strength.

After suffering countless beatings, the opponent became too restrained. In every battle, he was so cautious that he didn't attack at all. He just used the lightning that his hammer attracted to hit the opponent. As a result, he couldn't even scratch off the skin of the grass ball that the three little things were gathered together. God knows how long it took Green to teach the opponent how to integrate fire into thunder, creating blood-red thunder, which barely increased the damage.

There was no chance of leaving a scar this time, after all, touching it would mean death. Then he woke up from the hot spring water. Fortunately, the other party was indeed making continuous progress at a speed visible to the naked eye, otherwise he would really consider killing the other party and then making up an unexpected lie to deceive his father.

Even if the chances of the lie being successful are slim, it is better than staying here for the rest of your life.

Chunchun also taught the other party a few things. In addition to the basic sword skills taught by his father himself, the guy could also smash his hammer hard on the ground, and then countless spikes composed of thunder would suddenly protrude from the ground, forming a large area with him as the center at a time.

There were also some techniques for using soul spells. Although the opponent didn't learn them until the end, he only figured out how to use the soul to strengthen his thunder, and how to exert his power in case the weapon was shattered.

The opponent grasped the combat skills training very quickly, but his use of the soul was extremely crude and confusing. The usually calm guy was so angry that he wanted to use his long-handled bone spike to nail the opponent to the wall. However, he had to teach him if they wanted to get out quickly.

The end result was that the little knight spent a pleasant week at Tony Stark's place, enjoying all kinds of snacks, magnificent and rugged scenery, burying himself in snowdrifts, lying peacefully in the desert, or looking at the seashore. And all of this, in the dream world, almost three years had passed.

The moment Green saw the ghost, he rushed over and hugged him tightly. The ghost raised his hand in a daze and tried to pat the ghost's head, but unfortunately his arms were too short and he couldn't reach it. This time, Chunchun didn't stop him. He knelt on one knee with a tired look and looked at the ghost. The ghost turned into a black shadow, broke away from Green, who had been hugging him for a while, and slowly hugged him.

The black flame burned fiercely in Green's palm. He forced out a ferocious smile, and the black flame flowed out from the cracks on his mouth, looking like he was on the verge of exploding.

But Chun Ji just glanced at him, reached out and touched the ghost, then released the hug. Looking at the ghost's original anger, Green suddenly became silent. He couldn't lose his composure in front of his father.

"Father." Just when Green was about to use his usual little tricks to win his father's favor, Honeyt rushed in. He tapped the ground lightly with the bone nails in his hand. Just looking at the other party, she felt inexplicably guilty. She cast her gaze at Green again, and Green couldn't help but take a step back in panic.

The ghost subconsciously wanted to run, but it was too late. Then the other party grabbed the ghost's cloak and brought him all the way back to the pile of documents.

324 The Slowly Restoring Kingdom

"Bad place, bad world, bad... monsters." The Collector originally wanted to say something about people, but after seeing the familiar figure kicking open the door of the shelter in a familiar way, he subconsciously changed his words.

The cell man seemed to have noticed the other person's gaze and turned around, holding a freshly roasted chicken leg in his hand, and was wearing purple.

"I remember you were talking just now, right? Why did you stop when you saw me coming? And you looked at me with such a strange look, you must be thinking of something very rude. It's okay, I know you hate me. If you want to curse, just curse. Oh, by the way, if it's convenient, remember to add a prefix, so that I can feel better."

Perhaps because he had regained his long-desired language ability, he had been extremely talkative recently, to the point that the few collectors on the island who could listen to him were seriously troubled.

Finally, he replaced the doors of the shelter and the laboratory with iron. Unfortunately, it was useless. They were easily kicked open with a little effort. In fact, because they were iron doors, the clanging sound when they were kicked down almost shook the ground three times. Even the collector who pretended to be wholeheartedly engaged in scientific research was forced to look up and look at him stiffly.

However, as time passed, day by day, the other party seemed to have adapted to it, and he would always continue to fiddle with the experimental equipment in his hands with his head down with an expressionless face, pretending that he didn't see him coming at all.

"No," the collector denied, continuing to fiddle with the ophthalmic solution in his hand. "I just thought some of these things might not be that bad after all, and there's at least a little hope of saving them."

"...Are you really not insulting me in a roundabout way?" If it were someone else, the cell person would probably not ask so gently. He would directly judge that the other person must be insulting him, and then kick him away.

But he felt guilty now. He had killed so many people who should not have died. Even the one who was most loyal to him was still going crazy at the top of the island. And those soldiers who swore allegiance to him and the people he vowed to save were all buried by him with his own hands.

He used to call those invaders lunatics who disregarded human rights, but what happened? In the end, he discovered they had more conscience than he did. At least they treated people as tools, while he treated them as disposable material. Why should he be held responsible for the bad things he did in the past? But if he were to put his current self back in the world, without the chat group, who knows if he would go down the same path.

He has a clear awareness of how much of a jerk he is, to the point where he has no confidence in himself at all.

"Then just think of it as me scolding you again." The collector changed his words decisively. The other party had probably just come back from collecting corpses. No matter young or old, or those who were once full of vigor, they had now turned into cold corpses, piled up coldly in the warehouse, waiting for a big fire to burn them completely into ashes.