Chapter 890 Sorry to bother you, farewell!
The Styracosaurus, which attacked many cities and caused serious casualties, was finally killed by hunters in East Doruma.
The state of emergency has been declared lifted.
As the news spread, major cities that had been tense for nearly a month finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Business routes have reopened, trade routes have restarted, people have moved around again, and everything is gradually getting back on track.
The citizens of Dondoruma who were evacuated to various shelters around the city also returned to the city in an orderly manner under the arrangements of the municipal department.
It is normal for the citizens of Dondoruma to feel a little resentful after enduring nearly a week of being squeezed into a small shelter, drinking cold water, eating dry food, and laying on the floor.
But when they saw the collapsed city walls, the completely destroyed battle streets, the melted dragon cannons, and the broken dragon guns.
Seeing the horrific claw marks, scorch marks, residual blood stains and armor fragments that can be seen everywhere on the wall and the ground
And behind the intact city streets.
Those who continue to express dissatisfaction and complain will only receive contemptuous looks and rolls of eyes from everyone. It is not impossible for someone with a bad temper to give you two fists.
The mourning meeting for the war dead held at the ruins of Battle Street was unprecedented in scale. Countless citizens gathered here spontaneously and presented flowers and respects.
The reconstruction of Battle Street has also been put on the agenda.
Commoners, nobles, merchants, and the royal family have donated generously, and the entire reconstruction project may last for a long time.
But after this, the Battle Street in East Doruma will definitely be transformed, becoming more advanced and stronger.
Feng Ying jumped back to her residence.
In her arms she held a whole basket of fruits and a lot of messy things, mostly snacks and the like.
Sitting in the living room, Gordon carefully cleaned the remaining black oil in the gaps in his armor. He looked up at her and chuckled, "Going to harvest the loot again?"
Feng Ying retorted dissatisfiedly: "This is not called a trophy, it is a consolation gift!"
In the past two days, her favorite thing to do was to wear armor, carry a weapon on her back, and go shopping with a bandage on her forehead.
Even if you buy an apple, you can encounter the mysterious offer of "buy one and get ten free, with two bunches of bananas and half a dozen oranges. If you don't want to take this basket, I will give it to you".
Children with admiring eyes would chirp after her.
Feng Ying, who has never enjoyed such treatment, feels really satisfied.
Hayata casually pulled off the **** bandage on Feng Ying's forehead, knocked her head, and cursed angrily, "The bleeding stopped a few days ago, and I still covered it with a bandage. Do you want to leave a scar when it’s rotten?”
“Hehehehe” Feng Ying giggled.
Anhil dismantled the ballista into a table of parts, oiled and maintained each piece, and cast an idiotic look at her, then lowered his head and continued to do what he was doing.
Feng Ying puffed up her mouth, but she couldn't get into a fight with An Xil just because of his look. She bit her tongue, took out an orange from the fruit basket in her arms, and threw it at it.
“Give me something to eat!”
Anxier raised his hand to catch the orange, put it on the table, sighed, and said in a particularly serious tone: "Feng Ying, you are an adult now, you are no longer a child, and you still want to do such childish things. What?"
Feng Ying: “.”
Putting down the helmet he had just cleaned, Gordon watched with amusement as Ancier bullied Feng Ying in his own unique way.
Pork Chop climbed onto the chair and looked at the basket of fruits that Feng Ying brought back. He thought it was good and very fresh, so he took it and put it on his head, "I'm going to visit Alva, so I took this basket of fruit with me." ?”
“Sure.” Feng Ying agreed happily.
These fruit snacks were originally given as condolences by the aunts and uncles in the market. Alva was also injured while trying to blast the Styracosaurus, so it would be appropriate to use these to visit him.
After making a face at An Xil with bared teeth and tongue, Feng Ying put down the messy things hanging on her body and said, "It's okay anyway, I'll go and visit."
Master Gordon, are you going? "
Gordon thought for a while and stood up, "Let's go together. We are going to the Great Hall in the afternoon, and there is nothing else to do before that."
Anhir raised his chin to show that he was casual.
"Wait a minute, I'll pack it up." Hayata hurriedly walked back to the room.
It's okay to wear casual clothes at home and have messy hair. But when you go to visit others, it's still necessary to change your clothes and tie your hair up.
"Xianglan, are you going too?" Hayata's voice came from the room.
“I’d rather die if I go out like this!”
Feng Ying was really curious and asked Zhu Pa: "What has become of that guy Xiang Lan?"
Pork Chop put down the fruit basket on his head, crossed his chest and sighed, "The hair on my back was all burnt, and there were some burns. Considering the healing and the uniformity of the coat color, I shaved it clean again."
It's really pretentious, and it's not the first time that I've shaved my head. "
“You are so pretentious, meow!” Pandan, who had pointed ears, obviously heard what Zhupa said and screamed angrily, “This is a girl’s face, meow!”
"As for it?" Feng Ying fiddled with her bangs and thought about what her hair would look like after shaving her hair, "Okay, it's okay."
Just a few minutes later, Hayata walked out of the room with her hair **** and her armor put on.
Among them, only Anhil has a slightly larger number of regular clothes. The others basically wear armor outside their shirts when going out.
Hayata hesitated in the room for half a minute before, thinking about the question "Should I wear the Black Eclipse Dragon or the Purple Poison Princess?"
In the end, I ended up wearing the Black Eclipse Dragon, for no particular reason. The skirt of this armor is relatively simple, making it easier to wear on a daily basis.
In addition to the fruit basket, he also brought a few more gifts, and the four of them and the cat went out to Alva's house.
Since I have a good relationship with Alva, I occasionally go to him to borrow two biological illustrations and ask if there are any recent research reports on new types of monsters.
This journey can be said to be a familiar one.
It can be clearly felt that the citizens of East Doruma are very enthusiastic about their hunters.
With only a quarter of an hour's journey, they had more types of condolences in their hands.
Alva's family is in a good location. He was born in a fairly wealthy family. Of course, it is not comparable to the Ancil family, but it can be considered a worry-free life.
Her mother is the daughter of the head of a certain chamber of commerce and runs several shops. Her father seems to be a writer.
When Gordon first met Alva, the first impression this guy gave him was that of a "fair and weak young man from a rich family." From a certain point of view, he was right.
Later, I officially became a member of the Scrivener team. I went on many field trips and shed several layers of skin, and then my frail and bookish temperament gradually faded away.
Gordon stepped forward and knocked on the door of Alva's house.
It was Alva’s father who opened the door.
Gordon, who had been here several times, smiled and said hello to this middle-aged man who wore thick glasses and had a somewhat slovenly appearance, which fit the stereotype of a "writer".
“Good morning, Mr. Evan.”
The middle-aged man who saw Gordon pushed up his glasses, squinted his eyes and said, "Ah, I remember your name is Gordon, right? Alva's hunter friend."
As he spoke, he scratched his messy hair, "I didn't know that kid had so many hunter friends. One just came, and another batch came.
Come in, the previous battle has been really **** you. "
The man stepped aside, led Gordon and the others into the living room, and said apologetically: "I'm very sorry, I still have some manuscripts that I need to revise urgently.
Alva was in his room on the second floor. The servant went out to buy ingredients. When she came back soon, I asked her to bring tea. "
“Okay, you’re busy.”
After Gordon and others exchanged polite words, they came to the second floor.
Pork Chop, who was carrying a fruit basket on his head, was the first to open the door, and then he stopped in his tracks.
"Meow meow meow?!"
Looking at the image of a dark-night young woman wearing no armor but wearing daily clothes, sitting beside Alva's bed, holding a knife or dagger, peeling an apple at a creepy speed.
Gordon and others silently put down their condolences, turned around and left.
Sorry to bother you, farewell!
"Wait a moment!"
ˆPs.
After thinking about it, I feel that the nature of the dark night is actually not that dark. To put it bluntly, it is a law enforcement officer who hunts down serious criminals.
If you compare the professions in reality, should you prefer the armed police or the anti-narcotics police? Rather than being a killer spy, my previous description may have been a little too neutral.
Mainly this is also the case in the official novels, they are organized like a killer group.
(End of this chapter)