Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

Compliment the cake!

Chapter 80 A Girl's Determination

Fia Tina looked at Laplande and hesitated for a moment.

Laplande seems to be a good person to confide in. He doesn't speak loudly, he has no heart, and since he picked it up, he can only babble and eat.

Maybe it would be a good choice to discuss with Laplande?

Fiatina made up her mind, so she raised her head and said,

"Actually, I have a friend..."

"Let's get rid of those that are not. Your friend is not my friend. It's none of my business. Just say, is it you?"

"..."

Fiadina was choked by Laplande, and she was speechless for a while, but Laplande didn't care, and planned to pick up another piece of cake after eating.

"Eat, eat, eat, you will know how to eat. Listen to me first."

Fiatina quickly stopped Laplande's movements, stomped her feet anxiously and annoyed, and vented like a broken can,

"It's my head office, right? You guy, you don't know how to give people a step down."

"That's right, Fia, there's nothing to admit."

There was a smile on Laplande's face. She put down the cake and looked at Fia Tina with her arms folded. "Tell me, what is there that deserves your attention?"

"Tsk."

Fiatina smacked her lips in displeasure,

"Actually, I have a friend..."

"I'm leaving, okay?"

"You should listen to me carefully! I have a friend who confessed to me!"

"Ok?"

Laplande stopped turning around to leave, then turned his head abruptly, with a rare crazy smile on his face.

"Who is it?"

You can guess without asking.

"It's Stuart."

Fia Tina covered her drooping right arm with her left hand, slightly turning her cheek.

"Haha...hahaha...you should look in the mirror, Fia, it's just a confession, what's there to be shy about, what about you? What's your answer?"

Laplande sneered mercilessly. She grinned happily and continued to ask Fiatina.

"...I have no idea."

"do not know?"

"...I don't know if my affection for Shirtel counts as liking, so I beg her to give me more time to think about it."

"Don't know? You don't know?!"

Laplande yelled exaggeratedly.

"You should hear what you have to say? You don't know! Well, Fia, let's pretend you don't know, but, Fia, I have to remind you, you have to hold on to what you have now , just in case they all slip out of your hands someday."

After Laplande finished speaking, she lost interest. She snatched up all the cakes on the table, called it "reward", and walked away with a big bag of cakes.

"Seize...the moment?"

In the kitchen, Fiatina stared blankly at Laplande's leaving back, and whispered.

......

But Lucille quickly approached Fiatina, and fixed the location of the factory near the villa, and Fiatina needed to go to the slums to paste the recruitment notice by herself.

Since the salary offered by Fia Tina and the others is not high, and the Originium Disease inhibitor provided every month can only attract infected people, so the recruitment notice is best to go to the slums.

Syracuse seems to be peaceful, but in fact the infected people still live in a raging environment. Most of the infected people are discriminated against by ordinary people. Even begging on the street might be surrounded and beaten by emotional ordinary people.

This situation has not improved much at the top of Syracuse. Although Syracuse is not as good as Ursus, they do not have any deliberate policies against the infected, but the current situation of the tragedy of the infected has not been changed at all.

People are afraid of the unknown. For ordinary people, especially ordinary people who have seen the threat of the infected after death, they are afraid of the "unstable factor that can explode at any time" of the infected, so they unite to resist infected.

This status quo is wrong, Fia Tina clearly knows this, but how to change it?Fiatina couldn't figure it out either.

"In other words, my task now is to go to the slums and post all the stacks of recruitment notices?"

Fiadina took a large stack of small advertisements from Ke Luxie and blinked her eyes.

Inexplicably, there is a feeling of being a part-time job in a previous life and only finding a job that posted small advertisements everywhere and only paid 15 yuan an hour to deceive fools.

"Yeah, I have another good idea. You have to give your factory a name first, and then I'll make it up...register a trademark for you."

But Lucille beckoned to her little assistant, and she didn't know what she was doing,

"By the way, although Syracuse has been relatively peaceful recently, there are still many gang-related organizations in the slums. You'd better find someone who can fight to accompany you."

But Lucille added another sentence, then turned and left.

"Ah... I have to find a bodyguard, it's so troublesome..."

Fia Tina muttered and sighed helplessly.

Are you going to see Stelter?

Fiatina hesitated for a moment, and finally shook her head slightly.

She set her eyes on the white wolf who was sitting in the living room eating cake happily.

Laplande had just finished eating a piece of cake, and was leaning comfortably on the sofa, her belly was round, and she didn't even bother to get up to find a glass of water to quench her thirst.

"Laplande, are you free?"

Fiatina's voice came from behind Laplande.

Laplande didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter, she narrowed her eyes lazily, and stretched and straightened her long snow-white thighs to her heart's content.

"Of course I'm free. Do you want a spiritual mentor or a loyal diner? If you're a diner, it's free. I'm just full."

"In that case, come with me."

"No... wait, what did you say?"

Laplande's eyes widened suddenly, and then she was forcibly pulled up by Fiatina, and only then did she see the stack of leaflets in Fiatina's arms.

"You...won't you want me to accompany you to distribute leaflets?"

The corners of Laplande's mouth twitched, his expression strange.

The most famous killer in Syracuse, the lone white wolf, the strongest killer who shut his throat and drank blood, followed a beautiful white-haired girl to distribute leaflets on the street?

What a joke, that's too embarrassing.

"of course not."

Fiatina patted Laplande on the shoulder resolutely.

We are posting leaflets, which is different from handing out leaflets.

But she was trying to lure Laplande to go out with her, so she definitely couldn't tell the truth. After all, posting leaflets was no better than handing out leaflets.

So, after thinking for a while, she said seriously,

"The place I'm going to next is very dangerous, so I need someone to accompany me there. If you are afraid, I can go to Sylter."

Chapter 81 Old Wrath

Syracuse, city of Palermo, slums.

The dilapidated wooden tables and chairs were painted with refurbished paint, and a stack of files that seemed to have been sorted out deliberately but still looked messy were placed randomly on the wooden table, and a plastic cup was slowly emitting green smoke in the center of the table.

On the wooden chair, sat a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance wearing a black top hat and a suit that had been obviously refurbished and flattened with an iron.

Luca Sheffield, this is the name of the man in front of him.

As a former family member, after leaving the family, he was not troubled or assassinated by the family, and has survived well until now, which also made him a legend in this area.

In fact, only he himself knew that it wasn't that the family didn't make things difficult for him, but that the family didn't care about him at all.

He was originally one of the executors of the high-level family, but after the family reform, the former family patriarch passed away, and because he accidentally became an infected person during that reform, he retreated to the second line. He originally thought that he would use him as much as his father did, but he never thought that he would be blurred from then on, wandering on the fringes of the family all the time.

He quit the family but was not assassinated and made things difficult, precisely because he was not important to the family.

"Luka Sheffield, you've changed."

A magnetic male voice sounded, and the figure of Kosche appeared in front of Luka alone.

"Really? I don't think I've changed much...we haven't changed much. It seems that being in a high position hasn't increased your brains and abilities much, Master Kosche."

Luca rested his chin with both hands, and looked at the man in front of him with a sneer.

"Do you think so? Luca, you still want to call me young master. I thought you could see better these days."

Kosche ignored Luka's provocation, and he still maintained a casual smile on his face, even though behind him was surrounded by infected people holding steel bars.

"I appreciate enough."

Luka still sneered.

He has indeed seen enough.

Since the family gradually separated, Luca has seen the truth of the world. After getting to know more and more infected people, he suddenly realized that this land is sick.

The land that I love so much and where I have lived for decades fell ill.

"Damn Keshiai, damn family, this world shouldn't be like this."

Luka knocked on the table a little irritably, and the not-so-firm wooden chair made an unpleasant creaking sound.

"Whether it is the land that has become hell or the ruins that have been ravaged by war, our homes are being deprived and destroyed, but we have never committed crimes that should lead to such results. Those who are sick do What's wrong? What's wrong with the children born in the rotting garbage?"

The more he saw, the deeper Luca's understanding of this land became, as if Originium disease was not a disease, but a sin, a "label" that was forcibly defined.

Look at his subordinates, they are sallow and emaciated, with sunken eye sockets, and thick dark circles are almost the norm. They are even the strongest group. The skinny ones can almost just lie in the dilapidated house and wait to die !

"You're right, Luca."

Kesche's eyes were deep and terrifying, obviously looking at Luka, but Luka felt that he was looking at a farther and ancient direction through himself,

"This land is sick, but we can't cure it, because we are not doctors."

The current situation in Syracuse is sick, and this sickness has been around for a long time, like a seed that has taken root in the soil and is difficult to eradicate.

But Kesche couldn't cure the disease, and neither could Luca, because there was not only one wolf in Syracuse, but more wolves greedily sucking the sick bone marrow.

It is a pity that Luca only saw the sucked bone marrow.

"You are looking for a path, and I am too. Everyone here has something to fight for, and this is the meaning of our existence so far."

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

Luka suddenly slapped the table and stood up angrily.

"Infected people are just infected patients, why should they be tortured like this? You tell me what is the point of living in such a world? Keep running around to survive, but after that? Disappear silently like dust ?”

Then, he collapsed decadently back to his broken wooden chair.

He was angry, he was furious, he was furious, but what was the use of that?

Standing in front of him was Kosher.

"You had the opportunity to become a smart person, but your vision was not wide enough. Syracuse is very small, Luca, you have been with my father for so many years, but you still haven't seen this fact clearly."

Kosher shook his head lightly.

He retracted his hands, and the black wolf-shaped shadow wrapped around his body disappeared in the blink of an eye.

...wolves.