People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 751 Victorians and Sarkaz

The sky was still gloomy, and the gray color seemed like the most vivid realistic painting in the minds of the residents of Brentwood.

A film girl with short light brown hair stood in front of the door of her greenhouse, silently looking up at the eternal sky. Her brown eyes were a little dazed and her thoughts were drifting to who knows where.

The sound of approaching footsteps brought Miss Filin's attention back to reality.

"Gardener, what are you doing here?"

Sarkaz, wearing the uniform of the Royal Court Army, walked up to Miss Filin and looked down at the petite girl in front of him.

Miss Filin glanced at the Sarkaz in front of her.

She couldn't see the other person's face hidden under the mask, and she didn't need to see it.

What else could these Sarkaz be?

But it's another hateful and terrifying face.

"Observing weather changes is very important for the cultivation of flowers in the greenhouse." Miss Filin explained calmly and somewhat numbly, "This is the task you gave me, isn't it?"

"Ah."

Sarkaz responded calmly, accepting this explanation.

He stepped past Miss Filin, pushed open the door of the greenhouse, and walked into the world of flowers.

Miss Filin's heart skipped a beat and she quickly turned around and followed.

A warm breath blew in, enveloping the two of them along with the fragrance of flowers. The tightly gathered flowers in the greenhouse seemed to make the light much brighter, as if they were two different worlds compared to the town outside shrouded in gray and white.

Sarkaz wandered aimlessly in the greenhouse, and Miss Filin followed him step by step.

"Are you nervous?" Sarkaz asked.

"... Be careful not to damage them. The time you leave me is not enough for me to cultivate these flowers again." Miss Filin gave her own explanation.

Sarkaz said nothing and stopped in front of a rose patch.

He lowered his head and looked carefully at the bright flowers, while Miss Filin secretly stared at a closed cabinet not far from him.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the greenhouse was frighteningly quiet.

Sarkaz suddenly stretched out his hand and gently probed the soil under the rose with his fingers.

"What...are you doing?" Miss Filin hesitated.

"It's time to loosen up the soil."

Sarkaz's answer surprised Miss Filin.

She didn't understand why a Sarkaz would pay attention to these things, and she didn't understand why a Sarkaz would also know about flower cultivation.

But Sakaz's surprising words were not over yet.

"Can you pack some flowers for me?" Sarkaz took out a Victorian coin from his pocket. "Not the batch shipped back to Londinium, but for me personally. I hope it's a bouquet of roses."

"What do you want these flowers for?" Miss Filin frowned.

"…Can't I like flowers?"

Sarkaz's question left Miss Filin speechless.

This was clearly a very common answer. As the owner of this greenhouse, many people had come to her to buy flowers. Some prepared flowers as gifts for loved ones, and of course some bought flowers out of their own personal preference.

However, the one in front of her now was a Sarkaz.

While Miss Filin was stunned, Sarkaz had already placed the coins next to the flowerpot.

He didn't seem surprised by this reaction and continued:

“Her Royal Highness has arrived in Brentwood Town. She has not issued any instructions, but her presence is enough to prove many things.

The situation of the Sarkaz is not optimistic. The most difficult war, and also the final war, is about to begin."

Miss Filin's thoughts, which had just drifted away, were brought back again. She subconsciously glanced at the cabinet not far away, and then quickly controlled herself to look away.

After hesitating for a moment, Miss Filin gritted her teeth and said:

“Our town has never rebelled against the Sarkaz, and we have completed all the buildings you ordered to be built on time.

If war breaks out, we are just a group of ordinary civilians and will not pose any threat to you. Can you return the town to us?

Brentwood Town is very remote. Even traveling merchants have not come here in recent years. We have no ability to contact the outside world during the war, and we don’t even know what those buildings you built are.

We don’t want to participate in any war, we just want to protect our home.”

She said a lot in one breath, as if she was afraid that if she missed this opportunity, it would be too late.

But Miss Filin's words only brought a long silence from the Sarkaz.

The silence was so deep that Miss Film began to despair.

"I'm leaving."

Sarkaz suddenly said, "There are some rebels outside the town, and they keep harassing us. I will be transferred out of the town to fight outside.

This place will be taken over by a group of mercenaries next. Before I leave, I just want to have a bouquet of flowers of my own, or find someone to talk to."

"What to talk about?"

"Let's just talk about the term you just mentioned." Sarkaz said calmly, "You said this is your home and you want to protect it, but my advice is to give up this illusory dream as soon as possible."

Miss Filin bit her lower lip hard to prevent herself from losing control of her emotions and saying anything impulsive.

The eyes under the Sarkaz mask stared quietly at the Filin girl in front of him.

He could see the other person's suppressed anger, and he was no stranger to this emotion.

The home of the Sarkaz, Kazdel, has been destroyed in wars countless times. Perhaps no one on this earth understands the pain of losing a home better than the Sarkaz.

"Sorry." Sarkaz suddenly said softly.

"what?"

Miss Filin suspected that she might have heard something wrong.

"I said, I'm sorry." Sarkaz repeated, "This feeling is painful, I can understand, but I have no other choice.

I followed the footsteps of the Regent and His Highness and came here, wanting to find the home of the Sarkaz, but as the war continued, I became more and more confused, and I had no idea where Kazdel was. "

Miss Filin was still puzzled.

Every word spoken by the Sarkaz in front of her puzzled her.

This seemed completely different from the impression she had of the Sarkaz, but the person in front of her was undoubtedly a real Sarkaz.

"Gardener, this is all I can talk about. The rest is just a request."

Sarkaz looked at the bright flowers beside the two people with longing: "Please prepare a bouquet of roses for me and send it to the Sarkaz camp.

By the way, there is a gap in the cement fortifications about 200 meters west of the town entrance, which was just blown up by the rebels roaming nearby."

"What do you mean?" asked Miss Filin.

"They're not going to pass up this opportunity, so we're going to fix that breach by five tomorrow morning."

Sarkaz's tone was a little strange, yet seemed so peaceful: "If you are curious about the gap, take these roses and walk through our camp tonight.

If someone tries to stop you, just say you are delivering an order for me. I am a lieutenant in the Royal Court Army, and with my guarantee, the Sarkaz will not make things difficult for you.

Of course, if possible, I still hope you can put a bouquet of roses in my tent, that would make me very happy, gardener."

The corners of Miss Filin's lips were slightly tightened.

She finally understood what the Sarkaz meant.

She didn't ask any more questions, but suddenly emphasized:

"Gardener is not my name, Sarkaz. My name is Magdar."

The Sarkaz was silent for a moment.

Then he said: "Nice to meet you, Magdal. My name is Shovel."

"A shovel?"

Magdal had mixed feelings.

It doesn't sound like a name a person should have.

"Remember, Magdal, time waits for no one."

Shovel gave a final instruction and turned to leave the greenhouse.