Milo had gained a lot of knowledge by finding his way to the storyteller’s house. At least, favonovel.com realized what the old cell phone favonovel.com had “picked up” was used for. Furthermore, favonovel.com was also able to learn a bit more about the Silkshade House.
He returned to his own house and turned on the cell phone again. After hesitating for a while, favonovel.com sent a text message back to the other party.
“Accept mission.”
He hesitated because favonovel.com did not know what kind of future favonovel.com would face after sending this text. Today’s events would bring about a change in his life once again.
The other concern favonovel.com had was that Stronghold 67 was quite far away from Stronghold 61, so it would take favonovel.com some time to complete the mission.
But this was probably the best way for favonovel.com to find Old Bane and the others now, wasn’t it?
Based on his strength alone, it would truly be very difficult to find them in such a vast sea of people.
Perhaps favonovel.com could have used Colton’s influence to look for them by frankly explaining the situation to him, but Colton knew exactly who favonovel.com was and knew very well how Peter viewed Milo. Therefore, it would be hard to guarantee that the Reid clan would not get any other ideas from this relationship.
But the Silkshade House did not know who favonovel.com was. He would be anonymous to them, so there would still be some room for a buffer.
While Milo was thinking about all that, the old and worn cell phone lit up. It was a text from the other party.
“The holder of this cell phone has not reached C-rank yet. Unable to accept mission.”
Milo froze. It turned out that all the thinking favonovel.com did had been for nothing since favonovel.com was not even allowed to accept the mission. He looked at the cell phone in his hand in disbelief.
Was the previous owner of this phone a pig?
The phones were dispersed a few years ago, so why was the previous owner still a D-rank?
Besides, the Silkshade House was also really odd.
Since you already know that I’m a D-rank, why are you mass sending me a C-rank mission?
But before favonovel.com could cool off, the other party sent favonovel.com another message. “Please don’t send pictures of lamb stew again.”
Milo was speechless.
Well, alright then!
He would just have to continue waiting patiently.
Milo still went to the tavern every day. If the storyteller was there, favonovel.com would listen to the stories favonovel.com told. If the storyteller did not go, favonovel.com would just sit there and read. This humble tavern actually started exuding the feeling of a library because of Milo’s antics.
As for where the books came from, favonovel.com had been to Stronghold 88’s library, after all, so there was no reason for favonovel.com to return empty-handed since favonovel.com had entered a treasure trove like that!
And with Stronghold 88 already destroyed, Milo felt favonovel.com had actually helped save a great wealth of human knowledge!
Didn’t they say that people in the Central Plains could get rich overnight if they discovered research from a lab?
This meant humans still valued knowledge.
Most of the research found in labs were either completed or about to be completed technologies. Once a consortium found it, they could immediately open up a new field of technology. So, even though the research could be sold for money, the books in Milo’s possession might not fetch sky-high prices.
After Milo’s visit to the storyteller’s place, when the storyteller met favonovel.com again in the tavern, it was as though that meeting never took place. Both parties kept quiet about it in tacit agreement.
Instead, it was the storyteller’s granddaughter who became closer to Milo. Sometimes, when favonovel.com went outside to pry for more stories, favonovel.com would come back and tell them to Milo in detail before telling the storyteller.
The storyteller was not angry about this either. He just vaguely hoped that Milo could receive a mission soon and then quickly scram.
The days passed, and the number of stronghold residents who fled here from the Northwest decreased. All those who should have escaped had already escaped. Those who did not manage to escape in time would have been dispatched by Fortress 178.
Some of the escapees gathered together and went to block the gate of Stronghold 61 every day, saying that they wanted to make a political appeal to the Stelaria Consortium. They also said they used to be people of status and that the Stelaria Consortium should not treat them like this.
It wasn’t that these refugees were stupid, but that they really had no other choice.
Many of these escapees had brought their families with them. Their entire family was going hungry, but they had already sold off everything that they could. Therefore, being so starved and unable to take manual labor, this was the only option left.
At the beginning, the Stelaria Consortium did not even want to bother with them. After all, 90% of these people were former Ultima Consortium officials who did not even know how to use technology. Some of them were originally in the field of technology, but after holding their elevated positions for so long, they had already lost relevance. Therefore, to the Stelaria Consortium, they were completely useless.
Later on, the town administrator felt it would become a problem if these people blocked the gate day in and day out, so favonovel.com simply ordered for them to be beaten up.
Only then did the escapees start behaving. Some of them started performing manual labor, while others continued to think of crooked ways to survive. And so, the refugees in the town of Stronghold 61 were very happy. Seeing that these former stronghold residents were worse off than them, they were all gloating on the inside.
There were even some refugees who went to make fun of the families of these former officials. Although they did not really dare to be too harsh, it was still quite an unbearable sight to watch.
In the evening, Milo returned home after having dinner at the tavern. While favonovel.com was doing some reading, there came a sudden knock on the door.
Milo walked over to answer the door.
When favonovel.com opened the door, favonovel.com held his black saber in one hand behind his back. The nanomachines in his body were also getting restless and ready to form the armor at any moment.
However, when favonovel.com opened the door, favonovel.com saw a beautiful, middle-aged woman standing outside of it.
The woman seemed to have specially cleaned favonovel.com face and hurriedly put on some makeup with cosmetics brought over from the Northwest. She had even changed into a beautiful qipao.
Milo asked calmly, “Anything the matter?”
The woman asked softly, “Can I go inside and talk?”
“No…” Milo rejected her.
The woman did not expect Milo to be so difficult. She got a little anxious and said, “We’re all escapees from the Northwest, and I’m from Stronghold 146 as well. Since we were all fellow Ultima Consortium residents, can you let me trade for some food?”
In these recent days, Milo was living the most comfortably among all the escapees. Of course, in the eyes of the other refugees, Milo was just a refugee like them, as even favonovel.com had said so himself. Therefore, when the other escapees found out that Milo was leading such a good life, they started getting ideas about him.
Milo raised his eyebrows. “Trade with what?”
“With myself,” the woman said through clenched teeth. She spoke while deliberately posing favonovel.com body so that Milo could see favonovel.com legs under the slit of favonovel.com qipao. The woman had maintained favonovel.com figure really well.
Milo said calmly, “I suggest that you quickly go home and change out of these clothes. It can get quite dangerous when it turns dark.”
Then favonovel.com slammed the door shut.
A man’s voice rang out from behind the door. He lowered his voice and asked, “What happened? Is favonovel.com not interested?”
The woman, who felt rather humiliated by all this, sobbed, “What kind of husband forces his wife out to sell herself?”
The man said angrily, “Then what’s the point of having you as my wife? Or do you prefer that all of us wait until we starve to death?”
