"..."
"..."
The two of them had not wanted to pay her any attention, but seeing that the newcomer was a member of the camp patrol and, judging by her insignia, a mid-ranking NCO, Demon of Mortals and Azure Corridor exchanged another look before reluctantly stepping forward and spreading their mud-covered hands as they explained gloomily:
"Sergeant."
"We're not making pottery bowls and plates. We're making food."
Demon of Mortals spoke honestly, his face still full of grievance and bafflement.
"Food?"
(^)
Hearing the other party blatantly lie to her face, Annie immediately raised her brows.
"Where's the food?"
-
(゜-゜)?
"I... why can't I see any? This is clearly just mud!"
These two green-skins were still being dishonest, daring to lie right to her face. Annie immediately prepared to lose her temper.
"Um..."
Fortunately, at that moment, the other green-skin, Azure Corridor, stood up and explained with the same innocent, ingratiating smile:
"But mud is one of us green-skins' foods to begin with!"
"Food in the camp is expensive. We green-skins can't afford it, and we can't trade for it either. Most of us green-skins survive by eating dirt, grass, and tree bark."
"You should know that yourself, Sergeant, right?"
Although the visitor was only a mere patrol squad "sergeant," Azure Corridor knew that here in Wasteland Camp, any NPC was not someone players like them could afford to provoke—especially one carrying a gun!
Not only could they not afford to provoke her, they could not beat her either!
If they made any rash move at all, she could simply spray them with a burst of bullets. Even sturdy green-skin players like them would drop dead on the spot, and might even end up scattered in pieces.
"..."
(⊙o⊙*)
Hearing that, Annie, who had been about to fly into