Confederate, Qiluka tribe,

Although the name is a tribe, it is actually a very modern city.

The reason why we inherit the name of the tribe is that people here always remind themselves how difficult it is to get a peaceful day.

Unlike other countries, due to the years of war, the Confederacy did not have any unified leaders. The so-called alliance is only composed of thirteen powerful clans, that is, the thirteen largest cities in the Confederacy.

As a member of the Thirteen Clans, the Qiluka tribe is also one of the few cities located on the oasis. The natural minerals in its territory are indispensable, and the animal husbandry industry is also relatively developed.

The chief of Qiluka is currently Barbaru III. This old man, who is over 90 years old, can only rely on instruments to maintain his physical signs in recent years, and he has not been awake for an hour every day.

But even so, Barbaru III continued to maintain his position as chief.

Chief,

Similar to ancient emperors, they will not be passed on to the next one until they die.

"Father!"

In the luxurious building that is almost like a palace, an old man with gray hair kneeled on a tiger's mat and held only the right hand of Babaru III in front of him.

As the eldest brother of Babaru III's more than 100 children, Babaru Heatherin is already over 60 years old this year. If his father, who is over 90 years old, would have been called Babaru IV at this time.

Although he could not wait, due to the traditions within the tribe, Heatherin could only continue to visit Babaru III every day.

Even though this person was his father, among the more than 100 children of Barbaru III, Heather only took the title of eldest brother.

The most ruthless imperial family is, and this sentence is not a problem when used in the Babaru family.

So every time Heather came over, he wanted to strangle the old guy on the bed who was surviving but had to spend a lot of money every day and insisted on living.

But due to the outside world's view, Heatherine could only try her best to play the role of a filial son.

"call......"

As usual, Babaru III on the bed only breathed a faint breath when he was calling, which meant that he was still alive, so Heather was only Heather.

The resentment in his eyes flashed, and Heather squeezed out a tear because of his efforts, turned to the medical staff beside him and said, "Continue to maintain, I can't lose my father!"

“This is our duty.”

At the moment of money, even in the noble head, it can only be lowered.

When several medical staff raised their heads again, Heather had already walked to the door.

The smell in the room made Heather disgusted. Since the routine filial piety was over, Heather naturally didn't want to stay here for a moment.

In this case, the medical staff in the room are no longer surprised.

"It's all gone!"

After Heather left, the medical staff also returned to their respective positions.

It’s not that they are so loyal to Barbaru III, but that these medical staff still abide by the minimum professional ethics compared to Heather, who is eager to become Barbaru IV because of this guy who is eager to become Barbaru IV.

However, the medical staff who have returned to their posts did not notice that there was an extremely subtle distortion on the balcony.

"Plop..."

Six medical staff who were still operating the instruments fell down without warning.

The movements are so neat and the time is so synchronized.

At the same time, the twist on the balcony appeared again. And this time, after the twist, a man wearing a silver-white mask appeared out of thin air.

Wu Dong,

First he glanced at the medical staff on the ground, then walked to the bedside of Babaru III and looked at the Chief Qiluka who was already in his dying state.

A moment later, Wu Dong injected the injection directly into Babaru III's body.

Tick, Tick...

Time passed slowly, and Wu Dong was waiting quietly.

Although the chief, who was on his dying day, was still in his name, except for Heather, this "big filial son", almost no one came to visit Babaru III, so Wu Dong had time.

"Huh...uh..."

It was not until half an hour later that Barbaru III sighed.

Unlike the breathing that was dying before, this time after Babaru III sighed, his whole body was in slight turmoil.

"water......"

After making an inaudible sound, and after feeling the nectar on his lips, Babaru III began to suck it hungrily.

"call......"

After a long time, Babaru III, who no longer felt thirsty, patted the big hand in front of him, as if indicating that he was full.

After being bedridden for a long time, all the organs in the body have begun to fail. Even after waking up, Babaru III had no intention of moving. He just murmured, "When is it?"

"Spring has passed, it's time for you to get up!"

"Um?"

As if he was unfamiliar with this voice and words, Barbaru III opened his eyes with some confusion and slowly turned his head.

When he saw the guy wearing a silver mask beside the bed, Barbaru III was not afraid or screaming, but just asked curiously: "Are you?"

"Haha, hello Mr. Barbaru, you can call it Bai for the first time when we meet!"

"white?"

After receiving such an unknown title, Babaru III did not study it in depth, but said in a tone that saw through the coldness of the world:

"Okay, then I will call you Mr. Bai. Although I don't know what you are doing, it's really rare for an old man like me who is about to die. Someone can chat with me during my awake time."

After lying in bed for nearly five years, Babaru III has seen through the so-called warmth and coldness of human feelings. In the first period, Babaru III was just unable to move, but as he grew older, Babaru III could only wake up occasionally for a while.

And after waking up, Babaru III was facing only the medical staff and the sound of instruments that upset him.

Faced with these, Barbaru III would rather continue to sleep.

Wu Dong said after Barbaru III's speech: "If you want, you can find someone to chat with you in the future, after all, it won't take much time."

"time?"

After murmuring and repeating, Barbaru III weakened again: "This is probably what I lack the most now. I don't have much time!"

"No, Mr. Barbaru, you don't lack time. It all depends on your choice. If you agree, I can guarantee that the time you have will be far more than you imagined."

"Haha...ahhh..."

As if he was amused by Wu Dong, Babaru III coughed so much that he laughed.

"call......"

Babaru III did not want to die in such a thing as trying to calm his breathing.

"Sir... Sir, although I don't know what relationship you came in, I'm afraid you will disappoint you. I really don't want to die, but I don't want to work hard to continue like this or again.

So, although I am very grateful for chatting with me, the dying old guy, I have to tell you that with my current situation, I really don’t have the final say in this matter.”

Having been in a coma for more than five years, Barbaru III's control over the Qiluka tribe has become less than nothing.

Even the instruments and medical staff in the whole room were found by Heather to maintain his filial son's image.

As for Barbaru III's helpless words just now, Wu Dong said:
Chapter completed!