Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

This means that during their conversation, Mike should try not to reveal his identity and simply play the role of the guest recommended by Miss Lin.

Besides this, Mike was also worried about another problem: what if Sesa pulled out a letter written by Kal'tsit in front of him?

But upon closer reflection, the probability of such a thing happening was extremely small, so I gradually felt relieved.

With a creak, the door to the room opened.

The mechanic with red hair stood at the door, looking at Mike, who was half a meter away, with a questioning gaze.

"You were recommended by Miss Lin, so come in. I can't just leave you outside."

Mike didn't say anything, but as he walked into the room, he noticed that even though she lived in a cramped basement, Sesa was busy with her work.

2. Zero negative reviews for Shesha

On the table sat a modified grenade launcher, with several haphazardly drawn drawings held down by a large screw.

If that's all there is to it, he sees no possibility that Shesa could offer any help.

You want long-range weapons?

Shesa spoke of Mike's needs, which he had heard from the grocery store owner once and remembered.

These days, many people want ranged weapons. Some choose bows, some choose crossbows, but the latter is more common.

Learning to use a bow requires a long time and involves complex training programs to strengthen arm and waist strength, but the crossbow is different; it can be learned quickly.

As for firearms, apart from the Sarkaz, few other races choose this thankless and laborious weapon.

Bullets fired using etched magic arrays are extremely expensive; only the very wealthy would use such costly ammunition.

"Tell me your needs and what you want to use these things for? Hunting, self-defense, or something else?"

Based on Mike's understanding of Shesa, he knew that this man would report back to Lin Yuxia after asking these questions. However, Mike couldn't very well say that he wanted to buy long-range weapons to make it easier to go to the North. So far, it was still a secret. Although Lin Yuxia could guess some of it, he couldn't tell Shesa the secret. The fewer people who knew, the better.

"For self-defense, I need to go to a very far place and I'm in a hurry. There are many bandits on the roads of this land. I don't want to be robbed and have to hand over my money with both hands. At the very least, I need to have the basic ability to resist."

"Smart choice."

Shesa made a compliment, but Mike couldn't tell if it was a compliment or genuine.

The red-haired man sat on the edge of the bed, reached under the bed and pulled out a box. As he walked, he said, "There are few smart people on this land, and even fewer smart people with foresight. It is a very good decision to prepare a weapon for yourself when you go on a long journey."

“I’ve seen some reckless guys who embark on their journeys without hesitation, but when they encounter bandits along the way, they can only helplessly pick up stones and throw them at them. How can mere pebbles compare to the swords and magic of the enemy? I’m glad you’re not such a fool.”

Do you ask this many questions when recommending weapons to everyone?

“Of course not,” Sesa turned to look at Mike, “you are an exception.”

With a powerful lift of his arm, he placed the box on the table and snapped open the locks on both sides of the box, revealing his collection to Mike.

"These are all my creations, and they have been precisely tuned, so you can rest assured. If there are any problems, you can complain to Ms. Lin. By the way, I'd like to tell you that so far, the weapons I've sold have received zero negative reviews."

After thinking for a few seconds, Mike sighed: "I'm taking your weapon on a long journey now. If something goes wrong on the way, I think the chances of me making it back to Lungmen alive are very slim. Does your 'zero negative reviews' mean that those guys who died because of your weapon will never have the chance to give you a bad review again?"

Shesa's expression froze.

He took two deep breaths, his face flushed red, then slowly returned to normal.

Mike was also surprised; it was the first time he had ever seen a red sand volcano.

"I have no reason to be angry with you, after all, you were recommended by Miss Lin."

Shesa reached out and opened the hidden compartment of the box, revealing three weapons to Mike.

A rough-looking revolver, grayish-white in color; a small crossbow that can be used with one hand; and a scissor-cut shotgun, labeled "Unfinished".

"Won't you introduce yourself?"

"It mainly depends on which one you want."

What if I wanted them all?

Shesha shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid that won't work. I won't sell you the last weapon; that would be detrimental to you."

Mike agreed with him and, pointing to the revolver, asked, "What if I choose this revolver?"

Shesa picked up the gray-white revolver and gently fiddled with the magazine: "I've used this weapon before. It performed a great job against more than a dozen robbers. Its performance and power are at their best. But I'm warning you, this type of weapon usually has a chance of jamming. Fortunately, you can recover by repeatedly pressing the hammer."

The man turned the trigger with his finger, opened the magazine, which was empty; he did this to show Mike.

Where is the crossbow?

“A friend of mine once used it. Unfortunately, he didn’t die at the hands of the enemy, but from Oripathy. This is his keepsake.”

"You actually put your belongings up for sale? He should thank you so much."

“The man is already dead. Am I supposed to keep this crossbow on the counter and worship it every day? If I can sell it for a good price, I will transfer the money to his parents. After all, he has two younger brothers and a younger sister who need money.”

"You two really are good friends."

Mike made a comment, then finally focused his attention on the cut-barrel shotgun with the "Unfinished" label on it.

Shesa shook his head and refused: "This work is not finished yet. You might have an accident if you take it. It is possible that the ammunition will fly out of the magazine. I have seen an unlucky guy lose his life because of this kind of malfunction."

"He sounds like he has quite a story to tell."

"This is what I prepared for myself. As for what will happen next, I'm sorry, I don't know."

Mike hesitated for a moment, touching the revolver and then the crossbow. To be honest, he wanted both, but he decided to leave the shotgun to Sesa.

The red-haired man noticed Mike's hesitation: "How about this, if you want both, the deal can go ahead. I need you to pay an extra fee. If you don't have the money, write down the bill and I'll hand it to Miss Lin for you."

Are you so sure?

"I may not believe you, but I will believe Lin from Longmen."

"Okay, I'll take both weapons."

Hand crossbows and plenty of bolts, revolvers and several boxes of ammunition—all of these were packed into the bag Mike brought.

He didn't spend a single penny, yet he already owed a huge debt.

Although Lin Yuxia would help him pay these expenses, Mike knew that when it came time to pay interest, he would have to pay an even more painful price.

Miss Lin's money isn't so easy to spend.

Before leaving, Mike remembered something else: "I'm a little curious. Your race isn't very common in the Lungmen area. What made you leave your homeland and come here?"

"This is my secret. I will go back one day."

Meeting Sesa's deep gaze, Mike completely understood what the red-haired man was thinking.

As a doctor from Rhodes Island, he was well aware of Shesa's past and her meticulous preparations.

3. Phantom seriously considered confessing his feelings.

This man's brother once spearheaded a great project for this land, but was murdered and died a violent death. Shesa left his hometown to avenge his brother.

Previously, Mike recommended that Shesa seek help from the Stranger, but for some reason there was no follow-up. Shesa then came to Lungmen and collaborated with Lin Yuxia.

Forget it, let Lin Yuxia worry about it.

Mike left with his belongings, and when he returned to the van, Chongyue had already completed the procurement of supplies.

Lin Yuxia did prepare some items, but they had to cross a long border and a vast, almost deserted Ursus wilderness to reach the border of Letania, and what they had was far from enough.

It's worth mentioning that Kal'tsit allocated a large sum of money to Mike before she left, to support his journey to the North.

This was genuine support, and Mike was naturally extremely grateful.

Otherwise, given his financial situation, he would need to take on additional work along the way to ensure a smooth journey.

As for what Chongyue bought, there's no need to worry at all. Grandmasters have led troops into battle and crossed deserts with endless yellow sand, so they know exactly what to prepare.

Mike also understood that Chongyue joined the team not only because of his own wishes, but also because of the will of the Yan Kingdom.

Otherwise, his clone, the Year Beast, wouldn't have been able to leave its homeland so easily.

In the future, I might have to deal with high-ranking officials from Yan Kingdom again.

To some extent, Mike was slightly resistant to the idea.

Have you gotten what you wanted?

Mike tossed his briefcase onto the back seat, and Phantom moved aside.

"Besides long-range weapons, I also bought a chess set and a deck of cards."

There's nowhere to charge them in the wilderness, so basic entertainment items are very popular.

Mike got into the passenger seat and casually asked, "Phantom, Kal'tsit, have you ever told me who I am?"

Phantom didn't say anything. A pure black cat jumped from the back seat onto Mike's shoulder, and just as the man was about to turn around, it slapped his cheek with a paw.

"Oh! Miss Christine, what have I done wrong that you're treating me like this?"

"Meow."

The only response he received was a cat's meow.

Mike realized he had asked a pointless question. Even Christine had jumped in, which meant that Phantom already knew who he was. It was most likely that Kal'tsit had written it down in her letter, and Chongyue, who was standing next to him, was also in the know.

Seeing this, the mature and steady Chongyue chuckled, looking just like a retired old man.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and started the car: "I'm a little curious, what were Mr. Mike's feelings when he confessed to Mr. Phantom?"

As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. Nearly three months have passed, and Mike hadn't planned to bring up the old story again, but Chongyue raised the issue, and there was no way to avoid it anymore. Christine, who was perched on his shoulder, stood up with her long, fluffy tail.

Phantom was stunned for a moment; in fact, this question was very difficult to answer.

A significant number of operators thought the Doctor was joking, another group seriously considered whether they should accept the confession, and the remaining operators had no time to reply before the Doctor's death occurred suddenly.

Afterwards, many operators asked Phantom about it, but Phantom either didn't answer or just shook his head; no one could get any useful answers from him.

Now that Chongyue has raised a question, the doctor is sitting right next to him, and even he, the person involved, wants to hear what the doctor was thinking back then.

“Some unexpected things happened at the time, and my several confessions failed, which filled me with despair, so I confessed to Phantom. Fortunately, he didn’t accept.”

As Mike finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

He heard from Kal'tsit that Phantom had spent several hours thinking deeply and carefully before rejecting his confession.

God!