The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Thanks to its own strength, Jing'an did not show the slightest timidity. He looked up and down at these exquisite and lifelike murals, and said softly.

"This church...what is it enshrining?"

"God Agatha."

The old woman stayed beside Jing'an, and she also half-raised her head, with the indifferent smile on her face.

"With everything about her."

With such a riddle-like communication, Jing'an was completely unable to obtain the slightest amount of effective information.

"To put it another way, this...madam. What do you want to tell me?"

"You are polite, sir. You can call me Elena. I am the director of this church and the only believer."

Leaning slightly, Elena's expression still did not change at all. She continued to squeeze the weird accent, making this shrill and weird sound.

"I saw some bright colors on your body that did not belong to the Northland."

This alone is not enough to make Jing'an change her mind.

"Just by looking at my clothes, you can understand a little bit? Elena, let's be more straightforward. I don't have much time, and I don't want to try to guess riddles with you.

Although Jing'an could still maintain a little patience, he still didn't dare to be too relieved when facing this unclear old man.

After all, there is nothing wrong with being careful.

"Be blunt...Let me think about it. Elderly people will speak slowly. Please forgive me."

She stretched out her hand flat and raised the chandelier on the thin pole to her front to illuminate the dark place in front of her.

"I can see the light spots on you, sir. It is more shining than any mortal, like stars hanging in the sky. If a capable person like you comes to serve Agatha, even that one Adults will show their smiles, right."

Although it is a relatively cryptic statement.

In the final analysis, it is a speechless pull new declaration?

Jing'an's brows couldn't help but frowned slightly, he felt that his prediction seemed to be in vain at this time. It seemed that even in the church, he couldn't find the slightest clue.

"Forget it, people like me are naturally reluctant to believe this."

A subtle intuition is constantly stimulating Jing'an's nerves at this time, driving him to leave this strange place quickly-this indescribable feeling gives him a sense of tension in being stared at. .

Persistent danger perception, at this moment a few alarms were issued.

It's not the sharp touch like acupuncture, but the sensation of constantly rubbing the skin like a blade that hasn't been pierced. This dull and strange experience made Jing'an feel a little vigilant involuntarily.

Obviously, this place is a bit weird and not suitable for staying too long.

"If there is nothing else, then I will leave first."

As soon as the voice fell, Jing An turned around and walked quickly towards the gate.

Elena behind her did not stop her voice. Instead, she stared at Jing'an's back, showing a strange expression.

"Is this the guy Agatha likes?"

"Indeed... it's a suitable reindeer."

She raised her head halfway, and whispered towards the tall statue under the shadow.

"Come on, my lord, just today."

"The time to eat food has come."

Under what seemed to be a whisper to himself, Jing An heard these whispers. He pushed the door and walked out of the room, and finally turned around and took a look at this abrupt and inexplicable church.

If there is more time left, this is a good place for Jing'an to take a closer look. Intuition told him that there must be more secret information hidden here.

but.

It will also be more dangerous.

Considering that his time is relatively limited, he can't be too obsessed with it.

Thinking of this, Jing An left quickly. For the follow-up journey, he went all the way down through the commercial block, bought a lot of supplies and dry food, and also found a blacksmith shop to temporarily polish the short soldiers he carried with him.

Only adequate preparation can be used to deal with all accidents.

When Jing'an finished all this, the sky above his head was still pale. But with some specific references, Jing'an also predicted the current time somewhat.

It was about seven o'clock in the afternoon.

It was about time that Jasmine should be here. After making this judgment, Jing An carried the big bag and set foot on the way back.

In the winter in the north, the night always comes back particularly late. Even in the middle of the night in the conventional sense, the entire sky can still maintain a visual effect like blue sky and white sun. But as long as a certain limit is crossed, the entire sky will be darkened in an instant.

The setting of the sun is the only signal.

To be ready to leave, while Jing'an was thinking like this, Jasmine's cabin gradually became clear in the wind and snow.

Getting closer, Jing'an saw the door lock that had been opened. The half-concealed door panel also signaled the fact that there were already people inside. Pushing the door into the room, a creaking sound spread into the room, even if Xuan elicited a happy voice.

"Sir, you are back!"

Under the dim yellow oil lamp, Jasmine was standing in the corridor. She shook her arms towards Jing'an with a smile on her face.

"Come and take a look, what I have prepared for you!"

Jing'an stepped forward slowly, he passed his room, glanced from the corner of his eye, and finally keenly caught the hair that got stuck in the crack of the door.

Jasmine had entered his room without authorization.

Withdrawing his gaze, he sent all the supplies on hand into Aisha's room. Then he sat on the side of the bed and watched Jasmine count up the various specialties she had brought.

Bread slices soaked in soup and wrapped in butter. As a snack, the sweet and delicious taste made Aisha like this gadget almost instantly.

Blocked cheese and processed products using a unique method can not only retain a relatively strong milky aroma, but also can be soaked in hot water and poured on other foods and enjoyed together.

The last is a large piece of cured meat, not a meat product in the usual sense. Mainly dictated by jasmine, this is a delicacy made with relatively rare highland bison beef. Choosing the parts of the forelegs and adding the unique marinade of the sisters, the old popsicles have started to swallow non-stop just by smelling the taste.

Even a critical gaze can't pick out the slightest shortcoming. Just as food rations, these ingredients have completely played an extraordinary role.

What's more, the subject is still so nonchalant Jing'an.

He tore off a piece of dried meat that was as long as his little finger, and Jing An put it into his mouth, fully understanding the principle of chewing more fragrantly.

The layer of butter attached to the surface melted instantly, and the delicate and delicate taste exploded in the mouth with the action of chewing. Under the continuous squeezing of the well-defined shredded meat, the oily breath is further squeezed out, which makes people feel like they can't stop.

"Yes, it's really great. Aisha, help me praise him."