Kicked out of Rhodes Island, a small quilt was covered in the hole of the Longmen Bridge

"Are you good at cooking?"

Hearing Bai Hua's words, Mandela asked Gray Wolf even more curiously.

"It should be considered manageable, although sometimes there will be some mistakes, but overall it should be stable and positive."

Bai Hua responded very humbly, while Mandela looked at Gray Wolf expectantly after hearing this, and wiped her saliva by the way.

In short, since he agreed to the 'deal' with Gray Wolf, Mandela had no choice but to honestly use these strange plants to clean his mouth.

"Is that so... Meow!?"

Mandela imitated the way Birch used to use the branch, and as a result, the gums bleed from a poke too hard.

"..."

Seeing such an embarrassing appearance of Mao Mao, Bai Hua sighed, and took out the plastic bottle filled with water to rinse Mandela's mouth when he left the barn, then took the branch and held it in one hand. Holding Mandela's chin, the other hand gently wiped the cat's teeth with a branch.

"Uuuuuu-"

Mandela, whose chin was supported by the gray wolf and had to keep opening his mouth, obviously resisted this kind of appearance, but because Birch's "clamp" was more difficult to break free than imagined, Mandela could only sit on the ground like this She raised her head and opened her mouth, letting Bai Hua poke her small mouth with a stick.

After a while, Bai Hua's temporary oral care was finally finished. Mandela, who kept swallowing saliva in the middle, hurriedly pulled her head out, blushing in a panic, and while wiping the saliva from the corners of her mouth, she stared at Bai Hua with some hairs on her face. His expression was obviously a little unhappy.

"Are you an idiot... Woohoo, it's so hard—"

While sticking out her tongue, Mandela complained unhappily to Gray Wolf.

"You're an idiot, right? Even if I were to brush my teeth with this thing for the first time, I wouldn't directly puncture my gums."

Bai Hua complained tit for tat and went back, while changing the bandage on Mandela's wound.

"Speaking of which, Mandela, why did you go to the city? What you said earlier seems to have something to do with 'paint'?"

While bandaging Mandela, Bai Hua asked the kitten why he took such a risk, and was met by the nobleman.

"Paint...ah, right!"

After hearing Bai Hua's question, Mandela immediately thought of something. She quickly rummaged through her pockets and took out two pieces of vermilion paint that looked like bricks.

"Are you a painter?"

"How is it possible... But, I can show you."

Mandela murmured in a low voice, but this topic seemed to interest Maomao very much. She took out a short and rough homemade Originium staff from the inside of her old clothes, and pulled Bai Hua out of the cave with some excitement.

The kitten found a pile of scattered stones. She held the staff with her unwrapped hand, then slightly closed her eyes and waved it lightly.

"Crack, clack, clack—"

The original stone pile suddenly vibrated and made abnormal noises. These stones responded to Mandela's jerky and rough Originium skills, resonated and vibrated together, and then reorganized and spliced ​​into a small stone figure less than 1 meter high.

"Ahem... Ha, how is it?"

After turning the pile of stones into a small stone man, Mandela panted heavily, while putting one hand on his hips, and put on a posture of "I'm very good, please praise me".

"The precision is not very high, and the length of the operation is too long, and the scale is not enough for actual combat."

"..."

Bai Hua made a serious analysis, while Mandela, who was still complacent just now, just wanted to use his mouth to gnaw the fluff off the ear of this stupid gray wolf.

"Did you learn this Originium skill by yourself?"

"Humph……"

Bai Hua asked curiously, while Mandela had already entered the stage of losing his temper, as if he didn't want to continue the conversation at all.

"If you learned it the day after tomorrow, then being able to do this is already very impressive. Maybe you are a genius in Originium skills, Mandela. If you can find a good mentor."

"Really, really...?"

Maomao, who was still arguing just now and decided to ignore Gray Wolf for the whole day, immediately failed after hearing this sentence, and asked Bai Hua excitedly and curiously.

"Well, it's just that I'm not very familiar with Originium skills. My Originium skills...can't be used in most cases."

Bai Hua touched her golden pupils and said that her adaptability of Originium skills seems to have always been to a level that cannot be measured, and excluding the so-called "eternal day mode", Bai Hua actually does not have Originium skills at all. Ability.

"Mentor... Well, where I live, most people only seek self-preservation, and almost no one will help others, let alone mentors and the like."

After being happy, Mandela realized the status quo, and snorted a little self-deprecatingly.

"Anyway, about this paint—I want to use it like this."

Mandela picked up a broken piece of red paint and smeared it on the stone doll's 'head'. It didn't take long for a particularly cartoon-looking expression to appear on the stone doll.

"As long as it is specially marked like this, this is my companion. Others will betray each other, but the stone puppet I made myself will not have such troubles, right?"

Mandela glanced at the stone puppet whose expression was drawn in front of him, nodded in satisfaction and said.

"There are also some people who are more used to treating people sincerely, so will this stone puppet always follow?"

Bai Hua asked Mandela curiously what to do with the stone puppet in the future.

"Of course I won't follow it all the time, it would take a lot of energy, but as long as I remember the structure and appearance of this stone doll, I can directly make the same thing next time. After all, these pigments are also 'mineral' A sort of."

Mandela snorted twice, she waved her staff, and the stone doll instantly turned back into a pile of fragments, but as Mandela waved her staff again, the stone pile turned into a small doll again.

"So, Mandela, you may really be a genius, maybe you are the heir of a very powerful old family."

Seeing how Mandela manipulated Originium skills, Bai Hua became more convinced that Mandela was more powerful than expected in controlling Originium skills.

It is not a difficult thing to manufacture, but the higher the precision of manufacturing the same thing, the more it proves the Warlock's ability to control the Originium technology.

Although Mandela's stone doll doesn't have many details now, and the paint on its face is a little rough, but Mandela was able to do it with a shoddy staff without a teacher, which is very impressive in itself. incredible.

"Even if you praise me so much..."

Mandela couldn't tell any hypocrisy from Bai Hua's sincere praise, which made Mandela a little shy, and even the stone puppet she manipulated was also tweaked.

"Anyway, have you considered giving your 'companion' a name?"

Bai Hua looked at the stone puppet. Because of loneliness, Mandela even took risks to find the 'pigment', just to create a 'friend' who would not betray her. Now this friend was finally born successfully.

"Call it Bai Hua." Mandela glanced at the gray wolf beside her, and said half-jokingly.

"This name has already been registered." Bai Hua stretched out her palm to express Daba.

"Stone man?"

"It doesn't sound as good as a stone puppet... How about calling it Malphite?"

"Malphite? Well...Malphite, then you are Malphite!"

Mandela didn't think too much, she just repeated the name Bai Hua casually mentioned twice, and decided to accept it.

In this way, Mandela harvested his first companion, a stone puppet named 'Morphite'.

Mandela's Originium skill performance came to an end for the time being, and the last lingering heat from the bonfire dissipated. At this time, the wasteland had already risen, and the two were ready to continue their journey towards the so-called 'Xiaoqiu County'.

In fact, Mandela didn't know the direction of Xiaoqiu County at all, but as long as she followed Gray Wolf, she would feel an inexplicable sense of security, since she didn't even have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Just when the two were about to set off, there was an extremely ear-piercing car Originium engine sound from far away in the wasteland, and the sound of tires gnawing on the wasteland ground.

A car galloped towards the direction of the two of them, and then slowly stopped in front of the two of them.

"...Birch?"

Mandela frowned, and instinctively shrank behind Gray Wolf, holding the Origin Stone staff in his hand.

"Leave it to me."

Bai Hua hid the old knife used to dissect the beast in her palm, stopped Mandela behind her, and stared at the vehicle with blue-gold eyes.

"Click!"

The door of the driver's cab was opened, and a figure that was not familiar but not unfamiliar appeared in front of the two of them.

"……Doctors?"

Gray Wolf blinked, and the mysterious guy galloping towards the two of them on the wasteland turned out to be the doctor who met them in the abandoned barn yesterday.

"Cough, cough, cough...! Damn, the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't sleep, so I drove to find you two today before dawn. Fortunately, the bonfire at the entrance of the cave was still smoking, otherwise I really couldn't find it. ——In short, go back with me, and I will treat the cat, otherwise the wound may become infected and inflamed."

The doctor held a machete as usual, and said to the two of them in a tone that sounded more like a gangster.

In fact, apart from the white coat and the crooked stethoscope, this self-proclaimed doctor has nothing to do with the 'doctor' at all.

"Huh? Throwing us away so easily, and now sending us back? You think I'm a fool—"

"Thank you very much, Mr. Doctor. Mandela's wound really needs some anti-infection medicine, please."

"Meow!?"

Before Mandela could finish her harsh words, Baihua on the side directly nodded her thanks and agreed to the other party, which made Mandela immediately frowned, stretching out her hand to ruthlessly yank Baihua's tail.

"Wow! What are you doing... Mandela?"

"What am I doing, what are you doing!"

Neither Gray Wolf nor Ferlin looked at each other angrily, which made the doctor beside him look confused.

"You, you just believe that guy? What if he is actually an undercover agent bought by that bastard nobleman, just to lure us back and arrest us?"

Mandela asked anxiously where Bai Hua got her confidence, and she agreed to the doctor.

"I think the doctor's previous actions have proved that he is a good person. Otherwise, he could have just dismissed us, right? And he is also a Luper. Ruper did not lie to Ruper."

"..."

Bai Hua explained to Mandela why she trusted the doctor, and Mandela used 'Are you kidding? ' The expression stared at Bai Hua.

"Of course there is another reason - he does not pose any threat to me."

Bai Hua sighed, he actually didn't want to tell Mandela this reason, because Bai Hua was afraid that this would make Mandela have the wrong view that "as long as you have enough strength, you can ignore everything".

However, blind trust is not much better. The law of the jungle is still the highest principle in most places in the Terra continent.

The two sat in the back seat of the dilapidated pickup truck driven by the doctor, but the topic of 'trust' was still not over.

"It's not a threat... Could it be that the nobleman from before is also like that?"

Mandela frowned, she thought of Bai Hua's behavior of letting the nobleman go.

"If we kill a nobleman, the probability of us being hunted down will be 100%. Even if we will not be suspected in the first week or two, we will definitely be found in the end. At that time, what we have to face may be A real army. And—I don't wish to kill anyone."

"Even if that guy wants to kill me, even though he may have killed other people in a brutal way?"

Mandela questioned Bai Hua tit-for-tat, and she still couldn't understand what kind of benchmark the gray wolf in front of her used to view and measure life.

"Even if he wants to kill someone, I don't have the right to judge him. Killing someone with justice...I've done it so many times that I even feel disgusted."

Bai Hua looked at her hands, which were stained with blood. It wasn't until after Bai Hua left Rhodes Island that she realized that the bone marrow had penetrated.

Bai Hua has never been a guy who likes to kill. Even as a mercenary in Kazdel, he is often responsible for holding W to keep her from messing around.

"In short, if the nobleman really finds him later, I will be responsible for cleaning him up."

Bai Hua sighed, and said that if the matter was really moving in the most serious direction, then she would be responsible for finishing it.

"Deal with a nobleman", this kind of words sound like the neighbor next door suddenly said to you one day, "I will succeed the mayor tomorrow", which is too outrageous, but there is no trace of exaggeration in Bai Hua's words. What I got instead was a sense of 'discomfort'.

"Then why didn't you promise to the doctor earlier so we wouldn't get kicked out?"

Mandela frowned and asked, if Bai Hua had made a promise earlier, maybe she wouldn't have to go to the wasteland.

"These people don't understand or know me at all. How can I assure them that someone will really listen?"

"This, this..."

Mandela was a little embarrassed by Bai Hua's question, and the cat's brain was overloaded in an instant, meowing on the spot.

Seeing Mandela like this, Bai Hua can basically be sure that this cat, who has been scrambling in the cracks of the city, is naturally not well-educated—in other words, Fool.

During the conversation between the two, the dilapidated pickup returned to the previous village, and the doctor led them directly to the 'hospital' in the village.

It is said to be a hospital, but it is actually more like a very simple clinic. There is only one medical bed in it, and there are not even complete equipment for monitoring physical characteristics.

"I need to examine your ankle and shoulder wounds as carefully as possible, ahem! Check for infection or vascular damage—"

The doctor signaled Mandela to go for an examination, but Mandela stared at the doctor who didn't look like a doctor with an expression like an enemy.

It is obvious that Mandela seems to intend to follow the school of non-violence and non-cooperation. Bai Hua sighed when she saw Mao Mao's appearance, and walked to the doctor to ask if there was any candy or something.

"Mandela, if you cooperate with the physical examination, these candy balls will be yours."

"Eh? This, this kind of thing... Well, I know."

Mandela saw the sugar balls and VC granules from the doctor in Bai Hua's hands, and decided to agree to the deal after struggling for a while.