Knights of the Wasteland Fortress

Chapter 9
After selling the vanity mirror and all other miscellaneous harvests, Garto got 63 dry food sticks from the recycler on the eighth floor.

After receiving the six packs of rations, Jiatu didn't go home immediately, but went back to the seventh floor.

At the price of ten dry food sticks, he paid for a bath in the shower center on the seventh floor, and then exchanged five dry food sticks for a set of cleaner clothes.

There was no substitute for the homemade cane Hena had given him, so in the shower he washed the entire cane to make sure there was no blood left on it.

Walking out of the shower center with four bags full of dry food sticks, Jiatu looked down at the new clothes on his body and his brand-new body, anticipating the surprise of Hera and Hena.

However, rather than explaining the blood on his body, he would rather make up a "story" that he met a kind person in the central layer to explain the abnormality on his body.

Jiatu didn't have a good idea for the remaining 48 dry food sticks after cleaning the blood on his body.

When he snatched the vanity mirror, he only considered that it could fill the gap at home, but he never thought about how to explain the origin of these things to Hera and the others.

"The twenty sticks of dry food should be taken back to the old mourner..."

"As for the remaining 28 dry food sticks... Do you really need to find a reason to take them back?"

Jiatu stood on the road in front of the cleaning center, dazed. He had already anticipated the surprise of Hera and the others. After all, based on the intuition of those two, he didn't think he could hide it from them.

He racked his brains to think, and finally he found a highly feasible solution:
"The remaining more than 20 dry food sticks should be returned to 'Hena's creditor'—that is, the boy 'Warren'."

Cato thought to himself.

He didn't know how much Hena owed Warren.

But the "twenty sticks of dry food" in his hand should be able to fill part of it.

The only problem is that he doesn't know where "Warren" lives yet.

"Whether it's Warren or the old undertaker, it's not something that can be done today... I've been out for four or five hours, so I have to go back quickly..."

Jiatu estimated the time.

He came out of the waste yard, went to the eighth floor to sell the harvest, and then took a shower on the seventh floor. It was obviously past twelve noon since the lights were turned on at eight o'clock in the morning.

Even if Hera hadn't woken up yet, Heda should have been anxiously looking for her everywhere.

In order not to worry them, Jiatu hesitated for a while, and rented a safe on the seventh floor at the cost of a dry food stick every three days.

Counting the deposit, he paid five dry food sticks at once.

If you counted the forty sticks that had been returned to the old Undertaker and Warren, he had only two sticks left.

Putting the two extra dry food sticks into his bosom, Jiatu closed the safe door with a heavy heart.

His hands still had the feeling of beating a human body.

This reminded him of the man's last cry——

"...I still have children at home!"

"...I want to treat him!!!"

This made him wonder, if his robbing really caused the death of the man's child, could he also be regarded as half an executioner?

Suddenly, a feeling like swallowing lime powder flooded his heart, making him want to retch.

However, just as he was holding on to the load-bearing column of the central spiral staircase and staggering towards his home, a group of uninvited guests suddenly appeared and stopped him.

"You are……"

Jiatu noticed that in addition to the front, four or five people appeared behind him at the same time, blocking the return stairs, obviously waiting for a long time.

Jiatu wiped the corner of his mouth, squinted at the four or five shelter rogues in front of him, and recognized their identities from the left arm of one of their members hanging around his neck.

"Are you here to seek revenge..."

Jiatu touched the two sticks of dry food in his bosom, feeling a little thankful that he had already put most of the harvest into the safe.

Now that he had no worries, he also raised his stick.

With his back against the load-bearing pillar, he was confident that he would defeat at least three rogues in the shelter before he was brought down.

However, the leader of this group of gangsters suddenly raised his hand:

"Don't worry, we're not here to fight."

The young man in his late 20s with a tear at the corner of his mouth said loudly.

Jiatu did not relax his vigilance, but from the young man's expression, he realized that the other party really wanted to talk.

"What do you want to say?"

Jiatu let go of his guard slightly, and asked proactively.

The young man looked at Jiatu's cane with some vigilance, took a step back, and then spread his hands and said with a smile on his face:

"I saw your performance in the waste yard today. You are excellent and decisive... How about it? Do you want to hang out with me? As long as you join us, not only will the previous grievances be wiped out, but we can also get along with you if we gain anything in the future." share--"

The young man was still chattering.

Jiatu felt a little dizzy.

He didn't expect that the group of people he had always hated would actually invite him.

Is it because I scare them?
No... indeed, what the man is still talking about - you are very strong, but you have bad legs and feet, and you won't gain much in the scrap yard, but as long as you follow him, as long as you serve him as a thug, you can give full play to your strengths, There are still people who can run errands for him...

But the look in their eyes when they looked at Jiatu was not fear.

Instead, I found the excitement of "the same kind".

This made Jiatu feel a little nauseous.

He felt a nameless anger and didn't know where to burn.

He always felt that he was not a waste, but people kept hitting him.

Even the mourner's stretcher requires two legs and two hands to use.

A person like him who is missing a foot will fall to the ground the moment he lets go of his crutches.

But he managed to regain some confidence today.

Even if he did a bad thing, he could comfort himself. This was the first time he had achieved results enough to repay Hera and the others through "his own efforts".

But the group of people who suddenly appeared in front of him reminded him that he just used violence to take away other people's gains, just like these shelter rogues, just cruel and vicious.

Nothing to brag about at all.

If you can't become an upright "person"——

So what's the point of being a cruel and vicious "dog"? !

The self-blame in his heart made Jiatu subconsciously pull out the dry food stick from his arms, and threw it forcefully at the rogue leader who was still chattering.

The hard and heavy compressed dry food hit the head of the rogue leader like a stone, smashing his forehead to pieces.

The rogue leader screamed and fell on his back.

And the other gangsters looked at Jiatu in surprise and anger, completely unaware of why he was going so violently.

After releasing the resentment in his heart in one fell swoop, Jiatu felt that the cloud in his heart cleared instantly.

He knew that his path was different from that of these hooligans.

So he strengthened his faith, and rushed to the left side of the spiral staircase without hesitation, which caught the gangsters who wanted to surround him a little unprepared——

Because no matter whether he went to the seventh floor to seek help from the guards, or went home to seek help from Hera and the others, the left side of the stairs should not be the direction Jiatu should choose.

But the boy still pushed away the two shelter thugs who were caught off guard, and ran forward with all his strength.

Because he knew that there was the only way to completely get rid of these people.

　The last aggrieved
　　
　
(End of this chapter)