How can a retired savior be considered retired if his price drops to 40,000?

Chapter 11: Ma Fang Nanshan (Doubtful)
"Jacob?" A female voice, inevitably hoarse due to long-term exposure to chemicals, echoed under the huge shadows that had been shut down in the hangar, "Jacob? Are you there?" Here?"

There seemed to be nothing in the darkness except for the huge machinery standing still, and the silence with the chemical smell of pesticides seemed to be about to choose people to eat.However, the slender woman carrying the light at the gate showed no fear at all, and walked into the darkness carrying the basket as usual.

"Jacob? Am I coming in?" She turned a blind eye to the silence that seemed to be empty except for her. She left the little light that penetrated from the door to herself, and kept thinking like a one-man show that there would be no one else. Response line: "There are celebrations everywhere in the city now, and people in the cargo station are starting to mess around. Old Hank heard a recipe from somewhere, and took the rationed round wheat flour to bake spice cakes. I thought it tasted pretty good, so I brought some back. You should try it too."

She walked into the darkness and stopped.She couldn't see anything, but she still stubbornly raised the basket in her hand so that it was above her head.She maintained this sacrificial posture for five minutes, motionless - even though the basket was not heavy, she gradually felt the stiffness and soreness in her arm muscles during this time.

Then, a heavy sigh came from the darkness.

"Alita, there is absolutely no need for you to do this." A man's voice said helplessly, "You know I can't tell the quality of food."

"That just shows that your tongue obviously lacks proper education." The woman named Alita said confidently, "If you don't care about it yourself, then the responsibility of educating it obviously falls on us - in You have to eat well when conditions permit.”

"...I'm beginning to miss the time when I lived on round wheat dregs and bran. At least at that time, the only disobedient things I had to deal with were harvesters." The man said in a depressed tone and Aelita was in high spirits. The sound contrast is strong.

"Hey, stop talking nonsense and come down quickly!" the woman on the ground shook her basket and urged, "It's too dark and I can't see you, but I know you must be lying on top of the trailer!"

But then, a man's voice appeared behind her like a ghost:
"Actually, I didn't." He even deliberately poked Alita's lower back.

Aelita immediately let out a small scream and instinctively jumped away from the spot. The basket in her hand also fell out of panic and was thrown behind her in desperation.It would probably hit the person behind Alita and then fall to the ground, and the food inside would probably be scattered - but before all this happened, a big hand had steadily pushed Alita's back into the air. Only the hands can hold the basket stably.

Jacob loomed large in the darkness.Only a little light coming from the hangar door barely outlined his tall and wide outline. His overly strong proportions and some misalignment made him look extremely threatening.He had intimidated many people with his stealth technique of being invisible in the dark, and it had failed every time, but Alita giggled immediately after turning around and seeing him.

"...You shouldn't laugh like this." Jacob—or rather, Yago Savitarion—sighed helplessly, "I'm scaring you."

He was very serious when he said this, but Aelita responded to him like she was comforting a child who had failed in her prank: "Okay, you did scare me. I was so scared that I threw the basket away. , but there’s still Old Hank’s spice cake in there.”

This is indeed very strong evidence.On this agricultural planet, which the locals call Jestal, the act of wasting food will be severely condemned both legally and morally.But the strong evidence still cannot change the cruel reality: the Crow Prince, who used to frighten his enemies, has disappeared, and his martial arts skills are currently useless and can only be used to scare the basket out of the little girl's hand.

But he found that it was not as hard to accept as he thought.

"You should have turned on the light before you came in." Sevita held the basket, which was a little too cute for him, and dragged Alita, who was inexplicably happy in place, with a bit of melancholy towards the well-lit door. He walked over and said, "Unlike me, you can see clearly in places without light. If you walk around in the dark like this, sooner or later you will fall on the blade of the harvester because of this."

"But if I turn on the light first, I will definitely not find you. As soon as the light comes on, you will definitely hide out." Aelita obviously did not take his advice to heart, "Besides, you won't watch me fall Fell on the blade.”

Sevatar sneered: "Are you so sure? I am very ruthless. I can watch you fall on the blade, drain your blood, then peel off your skin, cut it carefully, and decorate it on the harvesting machine. on the plane, and wrote on it: 'Look, this is what happens if you don't remember to turn on the lights before entering the hangar!'"

He means it.He can do it.No one should doubt the veracity of the First Captain of the Night Lords in making such a threat. After all, these things are easy for him to tell - but Alita giggled again: "Jacob is telling horrible jokes that are not funny again." Got it!"

This reminded Sevita of something Azak Ahriman once said: In some ancient literary works, this kind of giggling is likened to a hen, a kind of poultry. He couldn't remember the specific details. , or simply didn’t listen.

He had no interest in what a hen was, and he didn't want Azhak Ahriman's arrogant face to occupy his thoughts too much when he read a few sour books.So he kicked all these things out of his mind, then gave up all topics that could only make him humiliate himself, and returned to reality:
"You came back earlier than I thought." He asked. "I thought you would find a place to live in the first city these days. Do the people in charge of selection not care about this?"

Aelita shrugged: "I didn't choose."

"I never thought there was such a thing. They said you shouldn't look at blue-grey syndrome, but I thought they were just saying that because it was an eyesore." They walked into the light, and Aelita was surprised. Seeing Sevita's raised eyebrows: "Our little Aelita is the most beautiful girl in District [-]. If she still can't be selected for the welcoming team, then the aesthetic taste of Governor Deville or the Imperial Tax Collector will have to endure. Some legitimate questions." The muscles that needed to be moved to make this expression involved the scars on his face, and those twisted marks combined with his rough skin and mean appearance made him look even more ferocious.There is no doubt that keeping a video record of his current expression can stop the child from crying at night, but Alita still just laughs.

"It's not because of those things, it's because of this scar here." She made a gesture on the left side of her neck, "The uniform of the welcome team is like this -" she said while using her fingers to draw a line near her collarbone. He made a semicircle, "They said if I wear a uniform, the scar will be exposed, so it won't work."

Sevatar knew where the scar came from.No one knows better than him, not even Alita herself.

That scar came from an engineering accident two years ago. A piece of metal flew off the cylinder and cut a deep wound on the lower side of Alita's neck. From Savitta's point of view, it was not fatal, but It was enough to scare her to death.The little girl who was only 15 years old at that time was completely confused. She could only lie there and shed tears. The corresponding potions or sprays on Jestal were always out of stock. In the end, Sevatar borrowed the appropriate needle and thread. , who helped her sew up the wound after debridement - he finished all the work in 2 minutes, and the suturing was so fast and good that the doctors who came late were amazed by it.When the wound healed, the stitch was almost invisible, leaving only a straight, white mark on Alita's skin instead of the more common, sinuous, crawling, ugly multi-legged worm.

That was also the first time he realized that the skills inherited in the Eighth Legion could still be used in this way.

He once again put these indifferent feelings out of his mind and asked: "You lost the election, but you don't look very depressed."

The girl suddenly came to her senses: "Because I met the technical officer of Hastings! He told us that he hoped we could bring back the news that he was going to expand the technical department and add a training school first! The official announcement will be at the celebration. It will be published later, but he feels that the sooner everyone knows about this, the better...Jacob, do you think I can be selected if I sign up?"

"I don't know everything." Sevita shrugged, "I can't say whether you can be selected if you sign up, but I know that you will definitely not be selected if you don't sign up."

"Wow, you're trying to bullshit me again."

"This is indeed nonsense, but it is the right nonsense. For you, instead of worrying about how things will develop in the future, it is better to do what you can do first."

"I'm just asking this to gain some confidence! Jacob, you don't understand other people's thoughts too well!"

"Hey...actually I understand, but I did it on purpose."

"Then you are so annoying!" Aelita reached into the basket angrily and took out a piece of cake. "Let me stop your mouth, which has no good words at all!"

She stuffed the piece of caramel-colored dough with a wonderful aroma into Savita's mouth.The latter knew that if he didn't give him some face, the girl would never give up, so he took the cake in his mouth obediently, allowing the unharmonious aroma of spices and round wheat to bombard his taste buds, and smiled. Use body language to express surrender.

While they were talking, they had already left the building and arrived at the open space in front of the cargo station.Old Hank and his friends built a rickety oven out of discarded parts and promethium, trying to figure out how to mass-produce his spice cookies.They were concentrating on their own research and did not give the slightest attention to Alita who arrived late and Jacob who lived in isolation.Through the smoke produced by the burning of promethium and the evaporation of water vapor from the bread, one can easily see the vast fields that have been harvested, the huge machinery that is waiting to be put into storage, the brown land in the fields, and the huge golden haystacks above. .

The breeze carried the aroma of round wheat and straw, and Alita shouted, ready to join Old Hank's oven team.Sevatar declined all invitations to him and quietly watched them laugh from the edge of the crowd, holding the forgotten basket.It was a sight that was almost absent from his past memories, but it had become increasingly common during the almost ten years of his self-imposed exile in Jestal.

Their harvests are getting better and better year by year, and their rations are getting more and more every year, and people are gradually becoming able to eat enough.The empire's tax ship has already appeared above the first city's airport, but this year's bumper harvest has even given them enough food to pay off the taxes owed in previous centuries.Jestal will no longer have punitive development restrictions, and will have enough goods to trade with other worlds after the new farming season.Credit goes to Governor De Vere, a truly good man, and everything on this planet is steadily improving, and people's faces are filled with joy and hope.

The only happiness and hope that should not belong to Yago Savitarion.

The First Captain of the Night Lords knows that he can never escape his past.If he cherished everything in front of him, he shouldn't have stayed here in the first place.

His past would always catch up with him.And now, some kind of premonition told him that it was coming soon.

　Haha, I didn't expect that!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)