The Craftsman-Marsil

After entering the Sewer, Yu Yuan unequipped Miemie, then mounted him and began running through the damp Sewer. Miemie's back was broader and steadier than Yu Yuan had imagined, and he could barely feel any jolting.

Canchino Avenue.

This was not Yu Yuan's first time here, but this time he was not going to the tear-mole woman's home. His target was No. 7 Canchino Avenue.

Because of his Load-Bearing Vest and equipment, Yu Yuan had some trouble squeezing out of the Sewer, but it was nothing serious.

After being ravaged by the Typhoon, Canchino Avenue had become a complete mess. Bent trees, destroyed houses, fallen leaves, and weeds covered the area.

But it had also indirectly cleared away the threats lurking here.

Since it was still daytime, Yu Yuan had no intention of lingering in the middle of the road. He slipped into a nearby abandoned house and went up to the second floor.

Across the street stood the residence at No. 7 Canchino Avenue. Unlike the other clearly abandoned houses, this one looked unremarkable, even somewhat rundown.

But on closer inspection, one would discover that it was all superficial. The main structure of the house was perfectly intact. The apparent damage was only around the edges of the walls and eaves.

That damage would not affect the house at all. On the contrary, it served as camouflage and misdirection.

"Craftsman Marsil..." Yu Yuan looked at the house across from him, recalling the intelligence he had gathered.

"The newspaper appeared on the third day. It mentioned that she would leave the house today to search for supplies. The Typhoon only left today, so the best time to explore after leaving the house should be at night."

After organizing his thoughts and mentally going over what might happen shortly,

Yu Yuan waited patiently. Before meeting Marsil, he would not make any moves.

The sky remained gray after the Typhoon's departure. It was only seven in the evening, yet the sky had already darkened. As Yu Yuan kept watch on the house opposite him, he suddenly pressed himself against the corner of the window.

He saw the door of No. 7 Canchino Avenue open. A blurry shadow poked its head out to look around, then left the house and slipped into the distance under cover of night.

The moment the other person left the house, Yu Yuan also departed from the abandoned building where he had been hiding. As soon as she had moved beyond the residence's walls, he called softly.

"Are you Marsil? I'm Fedmon's friend..."

The instant his voice left his mouth, the figure reacted as if startled and rolled aside. In the blink of an eye, she had taken cover behind a utility pole.

A dark gun barrel extended from behind the pole, aimed at Yu Yuan's position.

Yu Yuan had expected that reaction. He was already hidden behind a wall, without exposing so much as a sliver of himself, and called out again, "Marsil, don't shoot. I'm Fedmon's friend..."

But before he could finish,

Bang...

A bullet struck the wall, but the gunshot was not piercing. The weapon actually had a suppressor attached.

Then a crisp but icy voice rang out.

"Who exactly are you? Fedmon wouldn't have any friends. How do you know about me and my relationship with him..."

Marsil was actually a woman?

Yu Yuan was slightly taken aback. He quickly recalled the conversation between Brother Biao's trio outside Phoenix Tree Apartments. Aside from the tear-mole woman named Mona, they had indeed mentioned another woman. Could it have been her?

Bang...

The muffled gunshot rang out again, interrupting Yu Yuan's recollection and making him frown slightly.

This woman had quite the temper!

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But this woman was tied to his survival, so he could only explain at once.

"Stop shooting. Don't draw the enemy over. Fedmon is already dead, and so is his child. Only his wife survived. I saved her."

"What?" Marsil cried out.

"Explain what happened." Her voice was clearly more urgent.

Yu Yuan immediately gave her a selective account of what had happened at the residence on No. 68 Canchino Avenue.

When she heard that Yu Yuan had killed the Refugees and saved the tear-mole woman, she was still wary of him, but it was at least much better than before.

Yu Yuan also noticed that the [Persuasion] skill on the [Battle] page of the Virtual Light Screen was giving off a faint glow.

"Then how did you know about me?"

"I found a notebook in the room. That's how I learned about your relationship with Fedmon, and that you're a craftsman. He was responsible for delivering supplies to you..." Yu Yuan was actually extremely nervous as he said this. He was lying.

Otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to explain how he knew her information.

He could only hope the [Persuasion] skill pulled through.

And Marsil truly did not question him. Instead, she asked her next question.

"Then what do you want from me?"

Yu Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly. She believed me?

But there was no time to think. He immediately replied, "I think you have a lot of potential, and I want to invest in you."

"W-What?" Marsil sounded as though she had heard something utterly absurd, and her voice rose slightly.

But she immediately came to her senses, lowered her voice, and asked eagerly, "What did you just say? Invest in me? Invest in what?"

She had not even noticed that her gun had already lowered without her realizing it. The vigilance in her heart had turned into a mixture of shock, joy, and bewilderment.

"I'm very interested in your crafting skills. I can provide you with supplies—food, materials, daily necessities, anything you need. In return, once your research is complete, you only need to share it with me."

"That's all?"

"Yes! It's that simple."

Yu Yuan could sense the shock and delight in her words. Clearly, his offer was exactly to Marsil's liking, but he still felt that something was off.

What was off?

Yu Yuan quickly realized it. Things were going too smoothly!

Marsil's reaction did not resemble that of someone living in the Wasteland.

But Yu Yuan did not care. His goal had never been her so-called research, but rather to consume supplies. As long as she accepted his investment and fulfilled the removal conditions of the [Luxury Card], that was enough.

Marsil also seemed to have truly accepted Yu Yuan's proposal. After a quick discussion, the two agreed that Yu Yuan would bring the supplies over tomorrow night.

After settling everything, Yu Yuan took three bags of military rations from his backpack and left them by the corner of the wall.

"Use these three packs of military rations for now. Don't go out for the time being. The Black Shield Police Department and Marauder Prison just had a fight, and a large-scale conflict could break out at any time. The neighborhood isn't safe. Just wait until I bring the supplies tomorrow night!"

With that, Yu Yuan carefully backed away from Marsil.

"Alright, I understand!" Marsil watched Yu Yuan's silhouette vanish into the darkness. The delight on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by unprecedented vigilance and solemnity.

She took a phone and a fist-sized drone from her pocket. Under her control, the drone immediately rose into the air and flew toward Yu Yuan's previous location...

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