Having a Deathclaw by your side came with many advantages.
First of all, Fang Zheng no longer had to worry about mutant bloatflies, radroaches, mutant dogs, or any other miscellaneous crap blocking his path. It made the rest of his journey much easier.
Most bandits would also turn and run the moment they saw a Deathclaw, unless they were stubborn idiots overflowing with confidence and unafraid of death... Well, people like that had usually died long ago in the wasteland and wouldn't have survived until now.
Still, it caused a little trouble, like what was happening right now.
"Who the hell are you people?!"
The militia before them gripped their rifles tightly and stared at Fang Zheng. They were fully armed and stationed behind the settlement gate, but even so, every one of them looked pale and green around the gills, trembling as if they had seen some kind of monster.
That was hardly surprising. In the darkness of night, a man in a black trench coat and wide-brimmed hat, carrying a greatsword with a Deathclaw standing behind him, looked like a devil straight out of hell. Even if they did nothing but stand there, it was enough to scare people into wetting themselves.
Fortunately, there was still someone who could communicate with them.
"We aren't suspicious people!!"
Kate hurried out to negotiate. She raised both hands to show that she wasn't carrying any weapons, then approached the militia. Right now, Kate could only pray that these people weren't too stupid and wouldn't panic and make some mistake like accidentally pulling the trigger. Otherwise, they would become the Deathclaw's dinner.
"We're just passing through! Please believe us, we mean no harm!"
"...No harm?"
The militia held their rifles as they looked at the woman before them, then at the silent