MTL - I Like This Dream!-v2 Chapter 95

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Charlotte is right.

Derek's remnants ran and dropped, but life didn't get any better without those guys dragging their feet. On the contrary, the disappearance of familiar faces seems to confirm the rumors that have been circulated before—the rumors about how vicious and malicious the outsiders are. There are no longer any people who stare at them, and the residents of the Bungalow defense line avoid them, like avoiding the plague.

The backbones who are good at handling government affairs have done everything they can. The surviving people of ice and snow were released back, and the next leader of the tribe that lost its leader will break its head, so there is no need to worry about these guys who are ecologically like a herd twisted together and come back for revenge; among the monks who came with the bishop, The only surviving and frightened priest is responsible for temporarily fooling the monastery. As for what to do when he can't be fooled...Let's leave it to the leader to solve in the future.

The team going north has big #trouble looming.

winter is here.

Mars, the oldest teacher, walked out of the tent at night when he could not sleep. He sneezed, rubbed his eyes, and finally made sure that the flying white spots in front of him were not his old eyesight. The first snowfall came silently, and the cold wave that caused the temperature to drop suddenly visited the Bungalow defense line.

The Tibes line of defense will also snow in winter, but it is more like the companion creature of the beast tide. It comes fiercely and goes quickly. The temperature in the place not covered by snow clouds is not low, and the snow will melt soon after the snow clouds leave. . When there is no beast swarm, the snow in Abery County is wet and lukewarm, often mixed with rainwater, and soon after it hits the ground it becomes muddy. For this team from the southern border, even though they had read about the coldness in the north, they were all relieved when they learned that the beast tide on the Bungalow defense line was in summer.

"Located in the north" and "no beast tide" are offset. The winter of Wenjialuo is probably similar to that of Tibes, right?

Soon they knew the answer.

When people woke up the next day, it was still snowing heavily. Last night's salt-like snow particles have turned into large sheets of cotton wool, which look quite soft, but when they are blown to the face by the wind, they are as sharp as a knife. The weaker people couldn't go out at all, even the soldiers with rough skin and thick flesh went out to inquire about the situation, their noses were red from the cold, and they brought back a bunch of chilblains. In just one night, the snow had already buried the young man's knees.

The people put on all the clothes they brought, and wrapped them up like bears. Charlotte made a decisive decision, gathered everyone in a big tent, and burned the briquettes she brought. Nancy built a wall of earth around the tent to keep out the wind, and it worked better than nothing. From the outside, Wenjialuo in the ice and snow seems to have turned into a ghost land in a day, and there is no living thing outside.

The first snow fell for two days, and most of the honeycomb coal brought was consumed. This consumption far exceeded expectations, and the person in charge tried to reduce the dosage. As a result, people who were far away from the stove were frostbitten and had to return to their original state. More than a dozen people had caught colds, several of them even had fevers, and if it had not been for the many doctors here, there would probably have been casualties before long.

They didn't bring a lot of fuel, who would have thought that winter would come so fast and the situation in Bungalow would be like this? The bad thing is that Derek is probably not talking too much, and there is another leader of the fleeing rebel party. These people took what they could bring on the night of Derek's failure and burned the rest, including many houses with insulation measures made by supernatural beings. This move is quite cunning. They know that winter is coming, and those who are busy fighting against the severe winter have no spare time to settle accounts with them.

"The next snow will come any minute," said Nancy anxiously.

The Ministry of Agriculture, which relies on the sky, has people who are good at observing the weather. When they first arrived in the north, they were caught off guard by the different climate here from the south. Vague omens, like snow that could return at any moment.

The residents of Thunder Castle have mastered the technology of burning bricks to build houses, but they don't have enough fuel to burn bricks. Building a cold brick house without a fire is undoubtedly a waste of money. It is impossible for the technicians surveying the mine to conjure coal mines in such a short interval. There is a forest outside, but there is very little firewood that can be used in it.

The forests on the northern border are full of towering trees, and there are many big trees where two people hug each other. These long-grown trees are known for their hardness. After simple treatment, they will become the purple cypress wood that is very popular with the nobles. Earl Anna and her team guarded the soft and easy-to-burn purple cypress wood with only new shoots and dead branches, like holding a diamond in the desert, which was of no use to birds.

Autumn in Bungalow is the season for storing food and firewood. Local people slaughter too many livestock in autumn, dry and salt their meat, collect enough dead branches and leaves, and basically stay behind closed doors in winter. Live together with a fire for warmth. Each family only has a little more resources than they need, and in this deadlock, they will not lend a helping hand to outsiders.

"Can we live in the monastery?" An Xu asked.

Nancy shook her head and said, "Bengalo Monastery is not a short distance from here in the mountains. To get there, you have to go through a long field. It would be bad if snow started to fall halfway."

"Then can we break up the people and live in local people's homes?" An Xu asked again, remembering what happened when she was an exchange student in the past.

"Ann..." Nancy sighed helplessly, "We can't trust them, just like they can't trust us."

At the very beginning, people from Fort Thunder had to travel together to ensure safety. Locals spat at them and threw stones, making it clear that they were not welcome here. Today, the hostility of the locals seems to have turned into fear, but avoidance can turn into attack at any time when the strength changes. No one dared to risk dispersing and living among hostile crowds.

An Xu looked outside thoughtfully, the snow did not intend to melt at all, the fluffy and white snow covered the houses, trees and the ground, making this place look like a fairy tale world covered in icing sugar, which looked very beautiful. It's a pity, probably only when you are in a heated room, holding hot milk, and seeing this scene through the glass window or computer screen, you will feel extremely comfortable.

The snow in Wenjialuo came so calmly, it was not the horn of the beast tide, but just an ordinary natural phenomenon. It is this natural phenomenon of not being able to find the enemy that puts this vanguard, which has almost all talents, into a dilemma.

She tightened her neckline in distress. The leather jacket was so big that it covered her whole body. Even so, it was still very cold in winter without air conditioning. They have only a few supernatural powers in total. There is no fire element that can be used as an air conditioner for human flesh, and there is no attack power that can easily cut down trees. To use a scientific method, An Xu couldn't think of how to do it scientifically. She is not a science student, not a handicraft lover, nor is she a writer or time-travel lover who will think about how to strengthen the country when she returns to poverty and whiteness.

How to keep warm? Penguins keep warm, all huddled together? Friction heat? Exercise to keep warm? In that case, the food would not be enough to consume. Is there a mouse nest here? If you dig out the mouse’s winter reserves, you may be able to survive, but where can you find a mouse nest in the snowy place? By the way, the people here are rat-like, digging their nests must be enough to survive the winter...

An Xu thought in a mess, and got into Chris' arms. The ascetic monk Nancy shook her head at the scene in front of her, talked to Count Anna, who was wandering, and walked out. An alpha cuddles with an omega in front of others, and (to warm his hands) the behavior of pulling the other's coat is really outrageous. Chris looked at Anxu stiffly, but the worry on his face was not for this reason.

Before he could speak, An Xu suddenly snapped his fingers and jumped up excitedly.

"I'm an idiot!" she said, "I can run and enter the zero-pollution era, so what do I think about coal and firewood!"

The people of Earl Anna got busy again.

The sick remained in the fire-lit conservatory, under the care of two doctors. The able-bodied people left the tent and divided into two groups. One group collected the broken copper and iron around them, and the other group began to mix the soil and build a brick kiln with Nancy, the earth-type supernatural being. With Earl Anna's guarantee, people did not hesitate to use all the firewood they collected in the brick kiln. With the assistance of supernatural powers and regardless of the service life after manufacture (anyway, as long as it lasts until the spring of this year), an ugly bungalow quickly took shape.

The next part was completed by Jim, a metal supernatural being in the technical team.

"My lord, I'm usually in charge of twisting test tube racks for medical students and adults." Jim held his hat in his hands anxiously, "I can only play with these small things, such as transporting knives through the air and cutting down even small saplings." , do you see?"

"Excellent, what we need to do is fine work!" An Xu said with satisfaction.

Among the scraps of copper and iron collected, copper and aluminum were additionally picked out. Count Anna took the rest in his hands and picked and picked, and handed some of them to the metal supernatural beings by some standard. There is not much metal in the Vengalo defense line, and some rough weapons and the metal chain that used to be the God's Retaliation Chain helped a lot. They turned into a soft liquid in Jim's hands, and then curled into a helical coil. The coil penetrated into the interlayer of the brick building and was evenly distributed under the four walls, roof and floor, with only one head exposed.

"Go back," Count Anna said, "Leave this to me."

She locked herself in the newly built house, and Jim, the metal supernatural being, gathered with several medical students, mysteriously doing the work she had given her. The others obediently returned to their tents, suppressing their excitement, wondering what their lord would do.

"It will turn into a house surrounded by furnaces, and every corner will be warm." Someone rubbed his hands unconscious from the cold, and said longingly, "And no fuel is used."

This seemingly impossible delusion actually won a lot of approval, and even the knowledgeable former nobles nodded repeatedly. "I've been to a marquis' manor, where it's warm every season," said an old gentleman. Then they talked about the ability to warm people up, and related these possibilities to the current situation. The medical students in the crowd—the students of these alchemists—listened with a smile on their faces, without jumping up to retort, "This is not alchemy."

It's unbelievable, obviously being directed to do something out of order, seeing that the fuel is about to run out, and the next snow is brewing in the clouds, the atmosphere in the crowd has completely changed. The restless people are full of anticipation, and even the most cautious and hardworking people have relaxed smiles on their faces. The only person with a sullen face stood alone in the corner of the tent, frequently looking at the new house with the door closed. Nancy sat down beside him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, just trust her."

Chris froze for a moment, he didn't expect that the priest who shook his head and left before would come to talk to him. From the time she joined the construction of Fort Thunder, Nancy took off her chains of self-punishment and put on her shoes. Only the khaki robe she habitually wore could reveal her identity as an ascetic monk. The white-haired old lady put her hands in her sleeves and looked at him kindly.

Knight looked at the smile on Nancy's face and wondered if he was the only one still worried. What should he say? In an atmosphere of joy that all problems will be solved, say that I am afraid that the savior in their hearts will go on a killing spree and kill all the aborigines so that the doves will occupy the magpie's nest? Or is it that their great lord actually doesn't care about the life and death of everyone, and might let them fend for themselves because of a displeasure? Chris didn't know what to say, so he forced a smile and squatted down to prevent the old man from stretching his neck to look at him.

"I always see you frown," said Nancy. "You worry too much, boy."

"I just...I just can't think of a way to fix it."

"Oh, don't worry, hasn't Ann already found a way?" Nancy said with a smile.

"Just because she said it?" Chris said feebly, "With all due respect, you, or everyone, believed her too much."

"Trust builds, and she's proven it enough times. Ann has convinced many people, including me, that miracles do exist, that there's still hope in despair, if you're willing to work hard for it...not to mention," Nancy said slyly Blinking his eyes, "If we don't believe in Ann, there's nothing we can do. It's better to go to heaven in hope than to be frozen to death without hope."

Chris was taken aback by her sudden sense of humor, then couldn't help laughing.

"It's done! Come here quickly!" someone shouted outside.

The curtains of the tents were scrambled to open, and people filed out, through the cold area between the tents and the rooms, and entered the newly built houses. There was a stench of burnt metal in the house. Count Anna was standing in the room in high spirits, with a few blood blisters on her hands, and her hair stood up in a funny way. It's just that at this moment, no one cares about such trivial matters.

There is no stove and no fuel in this newly built house, but the room is warm as spring, and even the floor is as warm as if it had been baked by a furnace. Some people couldn't help but took off their shoes and stepped on the ground wearing only socks. Their numb feet felt warm after a while.

After many attempts, the human generator lady who finally learned how to control the voltage output was holding the resistance wire and smiling very proudly.

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