Chapter 41: Chapter 42. Please Respect Yourself!

"Thirsty... water..."

After being in a coma for an unknown amount of time, Sumeria, who gradually woke up, felt extremely hungry, and her throat felt as dry as a branding iron had been inserted.

The arm was as heavy as lead.

The hazy vision seemed to be separated by a layer of fog. She tried hard to get up from the ground, but gave up after trying.

Until her sight fell on the plastic bottles and packaging bags not far away.

Leaping over, Sumeria grabbed the plastic bottle, no matter what kind of liquid was in it, raised her head and poured tons and tons into her mouth.

Thirst is instantly relieved.

Pouring the last drop of water into his mouth, Sumeria threw away the bottle, and then, like a starving ghost, he picked up the plastic package from the ground and tore it open.

Her intuition told her that there was food in it!

However, when she saw the dark things inside, her hungry expression froze for a moment.

"What is this?"

She leaned closer and smelled it, but it didn't smell bad.

After some hesitation, Sumeria finally made up his mind and took a sip carefully. And the moment her lips and teeth touched, her expression paused suddenly, and then her pupils shook violently.

This!

She stuffed the black thing into her mouth all at once, and Sumeria, who had eaten it all, licked her lips eagerly, even the plastic packaging was not spared, and she turned it over and slid around.

At this time, the alloy door in front of him opened.

Sumeria raised her head and saw the man standing at the door.

"Woke up?"

Instinctively shrank back in fear, Sumeria hurriedly glanced at the clothes on her body, bit the bullet and nodded.

"Um."

"Is it delicious?"

Although I wanted to show a bit of backbone, but my mouth didn't listen to her.

"Good to eat……"

Lucius smiled lightly.

"Do you still want it?"

"I think." Sumeria nodded sharply.

Satisfied with her answer, Lucius nodded.

"What you ate just now is called chocolate."

"Starting today, you work for me, and do whatever I ask you to do."

"In exchange, I can provide you with safe housing and food. In addition, if your performance satisfies me, I will give you another piece of that thing just now."

Sumeria had never eaten chocolate before, only heard that it was a very popular food before the war, and it was also a luxury for the upper class in Boulder City.

"...Is this what chocolate tastes like?"

Subconsciously touching her lips with her index finger, Sumeria's eyes gradually filled with remorse.

Shit!

I knew I should eat slowly!

Of course, it was impossible for Lucius to guess what she was thinking.

If he know, he can't help but roll his eyes.

"Yes," Lucius continued, looking at Sumeria who was sitting on the ground, "So what is your answer?"

"I would."

Sumeria answered without hesitation, and didn't even ask what Lucius wanted him to do.

After all, there was no choice at all.

Losing half of his leg, even if he returned to Boulder City, the final outcome would be nothing more than rotting in the alleys of the slums. Like a rotten orange peel. Nobody cares at all.

Can live, naturally no one wants to die.

At least I don't have this ideological awareness yet.

Sumeria turned her head, closed her eyes resignedly, and said in a low voice.

"Although, I haven't tried it, but it should be fine. I know what you want..."

"What?"

Lucius was taken aback subconsciously, but after all, he was also an old driver who had been driving for so many years. Looking at her expression, he guessed that she was going wrong, and immediately straightened his face and said seriously.

"Madam, please respect yourself, I am discussing work issues with you very seriously now."

If you do this again. Then I can't be serious.

Hearing Lucius's words, Sumeria was also stunned.

What the hell?

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Didn't this guy take him back because he wanted him to have a baby???

His pupils vibrated violently, as if he had finally distinguished between his imagination and reality, Sumeria's face gradually turned a liver color.

Turning her head in shame, she stared at the crack in the corner of the wall and said harshly.

"Kill me……"

Lucius: "???"

What the hell?

...

After spending some time, Lucius and Sumeria, who was lying on the ground, briefly explained the situation here.

Games are not popular in the wasteland. Using the concept of a player to explain it will only make the other party dizzy. Lucius is too lazy to play the piano to the cow, so he simply speaks in words she can understand.

"To put it simply, my men and I intend to establish a survivor colony on the surface, expel alien species, accommodate refugees, and restore order in this area."

After hearing Lucius's words, Sumeria had a disapproving expression on his face.

How confident is it to say such unrealistic things.

Restore order?

Countless people have tried this in the past two hundred years, but no one succeeded. On the contrary, there are more and more aliens and mutants entrenched in the city, and the living space of survivors is constantly being squeezed. The year is not as good as the year.

"Do you think restoring order is as simple as building a fence?"

Sumeria, whose heart was hurt, said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "You really should go to Boulder City, there are countless people stronger than you, even they can only hover on the edge of the third ring road, what do you think you can do?"

"Of course, I have my plan." Lucius, who had never thought about such a thing, looked at her calmly and continued, "I didn't plan to use a few months to achieve this goal. A protracted campaign, and I am determined to pay the sacrifices of generations to complete it."

Annoying or not.

It's just a setting, can you let the master finish the sentence?

Of course, Lucius knew that restoring order could not be accomplished with a simple sentence, and he never arrogantly thought that he was invincible just because he killed a few looters and poor ghosts living in the outer suburbs.

But that's his personality. Or game settings.

At least the players have to feel that this NPC is like that.

However, the guy in front of him obviously only heard the second half of the sentence.

Generations?

Sumeria shrinks back nervously.

If so, is she still going to have a baby?

"Back to the topic," Lucius coughed lightly, and continued, "You know how to assemble firearms, right? And maintain the parts."

Sumeria nodded.

"Yes, this is the basic skill."

"Very good," Lucius nodded and continued, "From now on, you are the proprietress of the weapon shop."

"What?" Sumeria was confused, unable to understand what he was saying.

Because when Lucius said a certain word, he didn't use the language of this world at all, but the English of the parallel world.

"The proprietress of the weapons store," Lucius stared at her, repeated each word by word, and then continued, "This is your job. Simply put, it is selling firearms and maintaining them. Someone When asked what you do, you answer like this."

"Sell guns?" Sumeria asked in a daze, "Sell to who?"

"Residents of the shelter."

"Ah???" Sumeria was even more confused, "Aren't those people your subordinates?"

"Yes, but it's a bit different from what you understand." Lucius paused and continued, "To put it simply, we have just emerged from the ground and need to concentrate on major tasks, and we are short of supplies. , so the planned economy is temporarily implemented, everyone works together and eats around the cauldron.”

"When the survival crisis is resolved and various resources start to be in surplus, they need to actively exert their enthusiasm for production, consciously step out of the comfort zone and forge ahead. At that time, our settlements will change a set of rules. Such as food, medicine, weapons, and other resources , are no longer free.”

"Since you mentioned Boulder City, you should know about chips, right? It actually means the same thing."

Obviously the woman didn't understand what she was saying.

The survivors of the wasteland, as long as they have received a little education, can once again become the henchmen of a rich man, just like old Charlie who was eating and waiting to die on Beit Street. If you know a skill, you can find a job in the factory, helping the big shots burn boilers, dispense medicines, and repair power armor.

Only the poor would trade their lives for money. Just like this Ms. Sumeria in front of him.

In the wasteland, mercenaries have never been a glamorous profession, they are just a group of cheap cannon fodder without subsistence allowances and subsidies.

But Lucius didn't care.

All he needs is a tool man who can carry out his orders.

Knowledge? Experience? Quality?

All can be learned.

After a pause, Lucius looked at her and said.

"The language used by our people is a bit different from the people on the surface. But it's not a big problem. I will teach you a few simple lines for daily communication."

"You just have to do as I tell you."

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