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Chapter 170 0169: The girl in the tribe

The tribal alliance cleaned up for a whole day.

In the evening, the bonfire was lit up, the horses shuttled among the animal sheds in the streets, and a feast of celebration was opened in the village full of people.

This is Selena's first night at Sandton Kaya.

When McGonagall showed her the exquisite and beautiful northern bone ornaments, Joan kept smiling quietly by the side.

Selina felt a very warm atmosphere, a little strange, but it made her unable to question this natural and beautiful feeling.

The vast wasteland of Palotus has taken too many lives, and it has also taken away the good wish called "peace".

But the survivalist vibe has subsided in Sandton Kaya.

The bonfire shines on smiling faces, and dancers step on the drums of winter songs in front of the altar square.

The Santon Kaya tribe was just beginning to take shape.

But it is more reassuring than many serious and indifferent city-states. The evening wind blows the fragrance of food, and the outside of the animal skin winter house is full of footsteps mixed with laughter.

"It's very warm, isn't it." McGonagall said as she rolled up her blond hair.

"It's really different from other places," Selina said. "There are too many tribes gathered here, just like Freeport."

Joan suddenly asked, "What is Freeport?"

Selena turned around with a smile, but saw the clean and pure girl in front of her with a green expression, so she explained: "A place where the natives of the northern border and the people of the southern border are mixed."

She could tell at a glance:
Joan must have grown up in Sandton Kaya and hadn't traveled very far.

It's right to think about it.

A girl with a face in southern Xinjiang, how can you rest assured that she will go deep into the northern border?
Selena is the guardian of the proverb, and she has been in contact with ancient magic all year round.

Her gestures are standard, her movements are elegant, coupled with her delicately carved face, it is easy for people to feel "ashamed" of alienation.

Joan is another style, pure and introverted, but not humble.

Her care and hard work were noticed by Mag from the first time she packed Ken's clothes.

McGonagall said to Selina: "Na, do you know that Ken was rescued by Joan."

Everyone in Santon Kaya knows about this.

"Don't...don't."

Joan came up to interrupt, she was always reluctant to discuss the battle flag with others, for fear that she might say something wrong and leak important information.

Selina propped her chin up.

"Good girl," she teased, "Hush, let me see."

[Character: Selina]

[Identity: Unveiler]

[Accessory: Tombaye's Relic]

Selina caressed the crystal ornaments next to her ears inadvertently, and the legendary props transmitted the images of what happened to Joan into her mind.

There are only a few fragments, but what matters most will be absorbed.

Selena's pupils were refracted, and soon, she saw the scene of Ken waking up from the wasteland.

She learns how Ken has gradually become Joan's spiritual support.

"Tsk tsk tsk, damn charm."

Selina pursed her lips and smiled.

"what?"

Joan was a little confused, not knowing what the other party was referring to.

Seeing Selena's expression, Mag knew that she had used that ability again, so she sighed and chatted with Joan about other things.

Soon.

"Well, sorry, I have to leave first."

Joan heard scattered footsteps outside, and immediately got up to say goodbye to the two ladies, and then left the room in a little haste.

"Well, are you shy?"

Selina asked.

She thought this girl was very interesting, and wanted to chat for a while longer.

"No no no."

Meg wagged her fingers.

Selena was her friend for many years, and the two exchanged glances, chatting about the next topic of interest.

……

The bonfire near the village road was adjusted to be weak, and the sentries who woke up came to enjoy the food, and the changing team left on wild beasts and embarked on the road of night patrol.

Ken, too, shuffled toward the bath.

His [Albert Battle Armor] and [Dawn and Twilight] have been handed over to Arthur for repair and maintenance. At this time, he is only wearing a dirty inner lining and a [Cloud Return] on his wrist.

yah-

The pier wooden door was pushed open.

The steam is lingering, making people exhale tired.

Warm spaces are at a premium in the North.

Ken took off the clothes that were several times heavier and washed himself clean with water.

Broken lava melted the snow and sent it in continuously.

In the dead of night, the feast is over.

The tired soldiers had already been to the bathing place, and now they may have fallen asleep and snored happily.

Thornton Kaya attaches great importance to the cleaning of the baths.

At the beginning, the rough northern residents were not used to this kind of enjoyable bathing method, and the daily care was only because the building was designed by Zhan Jing himself.

Later, many people have experienced it personally...

Everyone pays more attention to the bathing place, and even expanded it. The concept of the subjects has changed, and even the description of it in the notes has changed accordingly.

[A building that can relieve the burden of the soul. 】

"Pfft, cough cough."

When Ken saw the text on the note, he almost choked on the warm water.

The northern border lacks entertainment activities, and resources are both abundant and scarce. Everyone is under the pressure of survival and does not deliberately pursue the quality of life.

Ken is a strange man.

He is positive about life and enjoys developing and improving.

"Hey, Mr. Ken."

A lazy call came from the corner.

Ken originally thought that there should be no one left at the bathing place at this time, but when he turned around, he found a pool of flesh lying at the end of the cloud and mist.

To be precise, it was the Norlin Kingdom engineer [Burke Bartley].

"Hello, Mr. Kean."

The person beside him also greeted him a little embarrassedly. He was Burke's apprentice, an extremely timid and poor country boy.

Ken greeted the two of them and was about to walk to the area where the water temperature is just right...

At this point the door opened.

Tomio and Hume rushed in.

"Mum, this place is really exciting, hey, Ken, you're here too..."

"I'm going to build one in the Horde too."

The two muscular warriors quickly took off their armor.

Ken replied a few words in a daze.

He caught a glimpse of strange-colored water stains slowly approaching him from the ground...

Tomio and Hume are natives of the North.

They were at ease, comparing each other's muscles and scars, and their rough voices seemed to lift the roof off.

Ken turned around silently, and continued to walk towards the selected area.

Boom, blah blah.

The strong men from the Ice Ring Tribe and the Hollow Valley Tribe filed in, and the familiar exclamation sounded again. The dirty clothes were quickly piled up into sharp cones, and the rushing sewage came in waves...

Ken looked at the increasingly crowded bathing place, and at the muscular man making strange noises in the area...

He gave up the public area, walked to the independent bathtub, and soaked in it quietly.

"Ok?"

Ken turned his head away.

He saw a set of clean clothes in a waterproof animal skin bag, not far from him, and judging from the style and size...

"Prepared for me? Who is doing it."

He murmured and asked, but he didn't expect an answer to come from beside him.

"Joan."

Ken turned his head to one side.

Meng nestled in the bathtub not far away.

The thin braids on his head have been let go, and the shaved half of his head is nothing but moisture except for the coat of arms.

After facing his knot, he became more cheerful, trusted Ken more, and naturally talked more.

Meng said: "I found out during the night vigil that Joan is basically responsible for your clothes and food. Even if you soak in the middle of the night, she will come to pick up the laundry after you leave, and then dry it for you before dawn." ..."

"Every time?"

"Every time."

(End of this chapter)