The agent with dark circles under his eyes shook his head: "Tiredness is reserved for the dead. After death, there is a lot of time to rest."

Yelena opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Not even the supervisor of the Usas Mine dared to say such words. Has Casimir reached this level?

Sure enough, let the Dragon Girl hang all the damn bastards under the street lights.

Caitlin gave a blueprint to the cold female knight: "This is the route I planned for you. It will allow you to encounter those noble masters with family emblems on their armors and shields as little as possible. If you encounter them, don't confront them head-on.

It’s a privilege.”

Yelena watched carefully. Her experiences these days made her very clear that the status of noble knights was higher than that of ordinary contracted knights. Moreover, she was still an infected person.

"In the slums of Xiacheng District, where are there so many points for earning points?"

"There are many, and the rules are very cruel. I don't recommend you to stay in the lower city area for too long. After passing through the slums and quarantine areas, immediately return to the normal competition area. Those points are not necessary for you."

"Why?"

Caitlin was silent for a few seconds. The tired agent took off his glasses and wiped them gently with a silk scarf.

…

"Because all infected knights have a common label, Gladiator. This label indicates that the competition rules applicable to them will be extremely cruel. Bleeding and injuries can only be described as childish. Death is the main theme. Even if they enter the quarterfinals, there will be

The infected die under the weapons of their opponents."

A pair of girls walking close to the wall are always wary of falling objects above their heads. They are currently in the slums of Lower City, which is much better than the quarantine area. At least the sanitary conditions between the shacks are guaranteed.

The girl with a streak of dye on her forehead held an axe, her brows furrowed: "You mean if our target hides his identity, hiding in the lower city is the most convenient?"

"Only half right."

The girl walking beside her pressed her monocle: "They don't need to hide in the lower city."

"What?"

"Because they are full of natural allies here."

"Anna, you said..."

Zhi Li raised his face and looked into the empty space where garbage fell from time to time: "Didn't you guess it, or do you just can't believe it?"

Lin Dong's face was ugly. Her hand clenched the ax tightly, and her chest was filled with breath, but she didn't know how to let it out.

"Keep walking, go to the darkest corner, and wait for those powerful men who shine brightly to come."

With such a companion by her side, the last thing she has to worry about is thinking.

"Anna, you can only have cold cookies tonight."

"It doesn't matter, we can share the meal. General Dong, I have to rely on you this time."

…

Casimir TV.

The monitor of the electromechanical maintenance class looked at the unfamiliar face with confusion. He was obviously new here, but he was very familiar with this place. He also worked very efficiently and could not find any problems. Why would a person like this do this?

A mechanic with no future?

"What's your name? I didn't hear it clearly just now."

"Grove."

A very ordinary name and very ordinary appearance, maybe he just has talent.

The squad leader looked away. He had seen many such people. Most of them did not last long and left their jobs after a few days. After all, the Grand Knight held a lot of promising jobs or an unexpected miracle.

Grove put the wrench back into the tool bag. He was wearing old work clothes, and there was a trace of oil on the hem of his clothes, but he didn't care at all.

"Let's go and rest. There is no work today."

Night has just fallen, and the TV station is still working, disseminating the latest news to the citizens. Unless there is an electrical failure, there is no need for maintenance workers like them.

The monitor grabbed the newcomer's arm and said, "Don't go this way!"

"Can't leave here?"

"This is the remote back door of the TV station," the squad leader said with an enigmatic look. "We don't usually use it, but there are special circumstances. When big shots avoid certain risks, they will go here. If people like us go in rashly, we will be arrested.

When they see it, it affects their mood, and we will be in trouble."

Grove was silent for a few seconds and chuckled: "This is really amazing."

The monitor said disapprovingly: "The way we go back to the lounge is over there. Did you see that small door? It used to be a long detour. The big shots are kind-hearted and specially opened the small door to make it easier for us to work."

"I see."

The mechanic's lounge is relatively narrow. There are eight rooms with the same specifications on both sides of a corridor, four meters long, three meters wide and three meters high. There is a bed that takes up most of the space. On top of the bed is a bedside table and there are no windows.

There is no door, but at least it can be used to rest.

Grove looked around. Except for him and the squad leader who had just checked the lines, only four of the eight rooms were occupied. He was the fifth occupant.

"You work two shifts and you get used to it after a few days. For ordinary people like us who can't become contracted knights, a stable job is a great thing. Just wait. If nothing happens tonight, you can probably do well."

Get some sleep and you'll usually be fine."

The monitor waved his hand and went to rest alone.

Grove came to the room that belonged to him. Due to the poor ventilation and poor smell, with the weak light, the ceiling above his head was covered with a layer of moldy material. Almost all rooms had a similar situation.

The new mechanical and electrical engineer sitting beside the bed opened the cloth bag hanging on his waist. A small drone slowly took off and stuck to the ceiling upside down.

It seemed that there was a bad contact, and the light flickered on and off. This situation lasted for less than five minutes, and the drone fell down and got into the cloth bag on its own.

Grove's fingers gently touched the Originium crystal between his eyebrows and murmured: "It's quite interesting."

…

An abandoned shack somewhere in the Lower City, a slum.

Lin Dong took out the sweet cookie wrapped in cloth from his coat pocket and slowly unfolded it. There was a layer of oil paper inside. Although it was cold, it still tasted delicious.

By the light of the street lamp, she took out the dagger hidden in her sleeve, cut the food carefully, and handed the larger portion to her companion.

"are you not hungry?"

"You need to think, it consumes more energy, and the lack of sugar will affect your judgment."

Anna shook her head: "What I need is your strength. If you don't have the strength, then who will protect me?"

Just as the two were apologizing to each other, a weak voice came: "Excuse me, do you mind if there is one more person here? The monk has nowhere to go for the time being, and it is too cold outside after dark, so he wants to stay here for one night."
Chapter completed!